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he could seduce any woman based on her “type.” A couple types he listed were Anti-Princess, Invisible Woman, Wonder Woman, Barbie Babe, Cat Woman. Holly stopped reading. She wasn’t interested in the women he supposedly seduced, but in the man’s real identity. She couldn’t help it—it was her nature to want to solve mysteries. What made a guy want to hide behind a ridiculous nickname on a Web site and try to convince the world he could seduce any woman? Holly sighed and closed down the Web site. She had her own work to do.
    She turned her attention back to her case. She planned to follow Tanya today, starting with Tanya’s yoga class at eleven. Holly didn’t expect to find Cullen at the yoga class, but she wanted to cover all her bases. Still, that left her an hour and a half before the class started. She could go into her office and catch up on a few things.
    Her gaze caught on Wes’s shirt sitting on the desk next to her mouse.
    Or she could run by the bookstore and return Wes’s shirt to him. Last night, she’d been caught off guard by the sexual attraction between them. She’d meant to use him for information and had been shocked at the strength of her reaction to Wes’s sex appeal.
    This morning, she wondered what the big deal was. She hadn’t had sex in a while. She liked sex. She liked men. She just didn’t want a relationship. What was the harm in a couple of dates, maybe a couple of passionate nights, as long as she kept her priorities in place? Wes didn’t seem like he was looking for anything more than a few laughs and a sex partner.
    She stood up and grabbed the T-shirt. What harm could it do to drop by the bookstore and return the shirt? See where things went from there?
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    A half hour later, Holly was balancing two cups of hot takeout coffee, with Wes’s shirt hanging over her arm, as she walked toward the bookstore. She caught Wes just as he was unlocking the door to Books on the Beach. He looked suave and sexy in a pair of well-cut slacks and a black button-down shirt. His hair had a touch of shower dampness darkening the sun streaks. A thread of desire tightened her stomach at the sight of him. “Hey, book boy.”
    After sliding the key out of the lock, he turned and the morning sun sparkled in his green eyes. “Ah, my favorite stalker.” He held the door open for her.
    Holly walked past him, very aware of him watching her. Since her plan was to put Tanya under surveillance, she’d dressed in a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, a black T-shirt, and twisted her hair up into a clip. She had a moment of self-consciousness, then shoved it aside. She wasn’t here for his fashion opinion.
    He walked toward her, took the coffees from her, and set them down. Taking hold of her bare arms, he leaned down and slowly kissed her. Then he lifted his head and crinkled his eyes with a sexy smile. “Good morning. Tell me you’re stalking me for a second date.”
    That molasses kiss moved languidly through her veins until it hit her heart and kicked out a rush of adrenaline-laced desire. Holly took a deep breath and reminded herself she was going to take control. She knew what she wanted. “I came to return your shirt.” She pulled it off her arm and handed it to Wes.
    He took the shirt and tossed it on the counter without looking. He kept his green gaze on her. “And?”
    Damn, he wasn’t buying her excuse and unaffected demeanor. “And to see if the puppy is okay.”
    He grinned at her. “If you want to know, you’ll have to come over tonight to see for yourself.” He rubbed his right hand over her bare arm. “I’ll take you to dinner wherever you want to go. Then we’ll go back to my house, take the puppy for a long walk on the beach, put him to bed, and then I’ll have you all to myself.”
    Holly was surprised to see he’d been thinking about her as much as