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    contacts would shut off all communication if she revealed anything but the
    most basic information. "I heard some chatter."
    He looked briefly frustrated, then changed tactics. "How old are you?"
    That she had expected. And one of the few questions she didn't mind
    giving the full truth about. For some reason, people were always intrigued
    with her age. She knew she looked younger than she was, but even if she
    was the nineteen that they sometimes assumed, what was the big deal?
    "Twenty-six," she said.
    "How long have you been in the business?"
    She wrinkled her brow in a deliberate frown of confusion. "What
    business is that?"
    A slight flare of temper in his eyes told her he hadn't liked her answer.
    Tough. There were only certain things she could tell him.
    "The rescuing business."
    "I'm not in the rescuing business. Whatever gave you that idea?"
    "You rescued me, for one. Helped the young woman you mentioned.
    You obviously know the head of Last Chance Rescue, since barely an hour
    after I leave Noah McCall's office, asking for his help in finding you, you
    appear before me."
    "I know many people. That doesn't mean I'm in their line of business.
    I'm acquainted with Mr. McCall and I've assisted his organization on a few
    occasions. However, I'm not in the rescue business and am not employed by
    LCR."
    There. She'd told him a version of the truth.
    He looked at her for the longest time without speaking. McKenna
    once again felt those nerves she really didn't know she still had. This man
    made her feel way too much. Emotions and feelings she hadn't been aware
    of in years, if ever, were surfacing. Maybe coming here had been a bigger
    mistake than she'd thought.
    "No. Don't leave. I won't ask anything more personal. I promise."
    Shit. That was scary . She hadn't moved, hadn't changed her
    expression, yet somehow he'd guessed. His ability to read her thoughts put
    her on even higher alert.
    The promise not to ask anything more personal was also a surprise.
    Not the words themselves, but his attitude. He seemed nervous, almost
    vulnerable. Her stupid, irresponsible, unwise heart thumped harder in her
    chest. Stiffening her body, she forced herself to ignore the urge to go to him
    and soothe him. Just how dangerous would that be?
    "I don't mind questions...I just don't like certain questions."
    "Fair enough. I'll ask one more and then you can question me."
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    Christy Reece
    "All right." She tensed. Would it be the one to make her get up and
    leave this insanity?
    "What's your name?"
    Laughter burst from her before she could control it. After all that had
    happened, she realized, that was one thing she hadn't told him. She could
    give him one of the names she had on her passports, or even make up a new
    one. She could, but she wouldn't. Having him say her name in his beautiful,
    crisp British accent was an indulgence, but one she desperately wanted.
    "McKenna."
    "McKenna." He said it like a caress, and warmth flooded her again.
    "It's a beautiful name. I'm assuming you're not going to give me a last
    name?"
    When she just looked at him without answering, he nodded his
    agreement. "Okay. Your turn. Ask away."
    She stared at him for several seconds more. If this were the last
    chance she'd ever have to get to know a man who had fascinated her from
    the moment she'd heard of him, then she would take advantage of his
    openness as much as possible.
    "You're British, but you seem to have some very American
    mannerisms and language."
    He nodded. "Two of my stepmothers were from the States. They were
    with me during my most impressionable years."
    "Two stepmothers?"
    "All totaled, six."
    "Wow."
    "Exactly."
    "Do you have siblings?"
    "No. Closest I came were step-pets."
    "And your parents?"
    "My father died a few years back. My mother died only a few weeks
    after I was born."
    "So your father was always trying to replace her?"
    "Doubtful. The photos of her look nothing like the exceedingly
    attractive and, shall we say,