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watched her seethe and found himself captivated all over again. God, she was gorgeous when she was pissed. She didn’t seem to have any idea how sexy she was when she stopped trying to be.
    “And furthermore—”
    “Awesome,” he intoned. “There’s a furthermore.”
    “ And furthermore ,” she snapped. “I’m not offering anything. There’s no bait to be taken. I wouldn’t want you if you were the last tadpole in the pond. Like a boring fed would tempt me. Ha!”
    He ground his teeth.
    Willow closed her shirt. Kane nearly groaned his protest when her black lace trimmed breasts disappeared from sight, but bit the inside of his cheek.
    Facing him, hands on her hips and lips puckered, she looked positively edible.
    “You aren’t finished with me yet,” he prompted. He needed to check the connection now that she had tucked in her shirt, but damn if he didn’t want to see her riled up some more.
    “Yeah, I am. I’m more than finished with your sorry fed-ass.”
    “So what you’re saying is, rejection isn’t something you handle well?” he egged her on to check one last thing. And because he fucking loved how she let go and ranted.
    Willow’s snarl sounded adorably feminine. She stomped toward him and poked him in the chest repeatedly as she spoke. “I’d have to put something out there for your behavior to qualify as rejection. You are so full of yourself. I bet you think women fall all over themselves when you walk in the room with your blond hair and broad shoulders, don’t you? You think that every woman you meet is going to drool over your crooked smile? Well, this woman isn’t.”
    Kane grabbed her finger, wrapping a fist around it. He swung the arm holding the receiver around the back of her neck and hauled her close, claiming her lips with crushing force as he gave in to the thing he’d been dying to do since he’d first laid eyes on her.
    Willow’s mouth firmed momentarily, stiffening in defense until he gentled. Then a muffled complaint was her only protest before her lips parted. She took his kiss and answered it with her own angry possession. Their teeth clashed, and instead of nipping her lip in soft reprimand, he gave way, invading her mouth with his tongue.
    As suddenly as he’d started it, he ended it. Kane grabbed his bag. As he stepped out of the office he called out, “Your wire is working. Get that proof.”
    The silence at his back was deafening. He winced but kept walking. If he threw this investigation over a kiss, eighteen months of research and legwork went out the window. And just for a moment, he thought kissing Willow Harper might actually be worth the loss.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Willow’s knees gave out from under her. Actually, all of her gave out as her faery curse reduced her to nothing more than a pile of singed sawdust. That kiss had knocked her off her faery ass. She didn’t even know what started it. One minute she was yelling at him through a bruised ego, the next his stony silence turned into an erotic make-out session.
    And poof! He’d dusted her. Thank goodness he hadn’t turned around.
    Sage entered his office and took one look at her piled self on the floor. He grinned and squatted low. “This ought to be a good one.”
    He dragged over an office chair and waited.
    She didn’t know if he could read her mind in her wooden state, but she gave it a try, sending him every mental picture of Bruce that she could. If Sage would just send him in, Bruce could have stabilized her faery faux pas and made her human again. Sage seemed immune. He loosely crossed his legs. Propping his chin on his fist, he grinned at her.
    He was so going to pay for this.
    Finally, the feeling of being completely undone subsided. Her dusty self pulled together until she became a person again. She sat on the floor glaring up at her brother. “You could have called Bruce in.”
    “I could have, but this was too amusing.”
    “Sometimes you really suck as an older