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him.
    “Well?” Carrie raised her eyebrows. “I need an explanation.”
    “I’ll pour you a drink,” he said, reaching for the wine glasses he’d had the concierge deliver to his room.
    “Jace—”
    “I’ll pour you a drink,” he said firmly. Carrie fell silent as he tipped the bottle of wine against the delicate glasses, the deep red liquid sloshing against the sides. It reminded Jace of the blood he’d seen on his floor. The blood that had begun this entire mess.
    Jace handed Carrie a glass, and he watched as she took a large gulp of the wine.
    “Good,” he said with a nod. “It will help you relax.”
    “I don’t need to relax.” Carrie narrowed her eyes but took another sip despite her protestations. “I need you to tell me what’s going on.”
    “Carrie, you’re making me want to bend you over and spank that pretty little ass of yours,” Jace said in a low growl. “You’re being a naughty girl by not trusting me.”
    Carrie’s mouth opened wide and she gasped. “Jace!”
    “You have to trust me if this is going to work.” He’d meant to take things slow, but he was unable to help himself. “If you don’t trust me, then you get punished.”
    Her face flamed as she took the last gulp of wine. “Stop joking around. This is serious.”
    “Oh, I’m being very serious.”
    Carrie fumbled as she set down her wine glass and strode away from him into the living room. She dropped onto the couch, twisting her head so he couldn’t see the glow on her cheeks. But he’d caught the flustered expression before she turned away. Warmth spread through his body. She only looked like that when he was turning her on. He bet she was getting wet right now, and the very thought made him hard.
    “Please just give me an explanation,” Carrie said, turning to look up at him with those big blue eyes. He groaned. Those eyes might be the death of him. He couldn’t look into them and not feel a little chunk of his carefully built control fall away.
    “I’ll tell you what I can,” Jace finally said. He eased onto the couch beside her, unbuttoning his suit jacket and taking her delicate hand in his. “But you’re not going to like what I’m going to say.”
    Carrie sucked in a breath. “Just tell me, Jace.”
    “The situation has turned out to be more complex and dangerous than I originally thought,” he said, carefully choosing his words. He knew that he should let Carrie in on a few details—just enough to satisfy her curiosity—while keeping the bulk of the information to himself. “I did not kill Anders Holland, and I did not kill Madison either. I sent my assistant to talk to her that night after you told me her address, and by the time he got there, she was already dead.”
    Carrie’s hand tightened on his. “Franklin?”
    “Yes, Franklin.”
    “Jace…” Carrie shook her head slowly as a frown pulled down her lips. She shifted closer to him, and his eyes trailed down her body. The way she clenched her thighs together was a sure sign she needed something more from him than an explanation. “Are you sure you can trust this guy? The second he found out about our relationship, a man threatened to blab about us if I didn’t stop nosing around. And then he just happened to go talk to Madison right when she got killed? Something isn’t right, Jace.”
    “I agree that it doesn’t paint a very good picture, but I’ve spoken with Franklin, and I assure you he’s trustworthy.”
    “But how can you know this?” Carrie stood and began pacing in front of the couch. She had that look on her face she used to have in college when she was in the middle of a particularly difficult assignment for one of her advanced classes.
    “Franklin found something in her apartment that he shared with me.” Jace frowned. He needed to stop here. Carrie couldn’t know anything else. “That’s all I can tell you. I need you to trust me, Carrie.”
    Sighing, she plopped back on the couch next to him and searched