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patted Toni’s cheek as she
passed, grabbed her discarded jacket, and headed into the
bedroom.
    Yeah, Livie was great. And guilt was a
beautiful emotion. Hmm, was it actually an emotion? Whatever. Livie
had it in spades, and Toni didn’t mind playing on that guilt when
she really, really needed to. She deserved a little payback after
the terrible things her sister had done to her.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Bern sat in front of his computer, his search
engine blinking at him.
    The flyer had been addressed to Cumberland
Electronics. With just a few keystrokes, he could likely find out
what he needed to know on the company website. If she was at the
director level, her name would be listed somewhere.
    If the woman had been a business quarry, he
wouldn’t have hesitated to arm himself with Internet knowledge. But
she wasn’t his quarry and his pursuit of her wasn’t a campaign. One
was considered good business sense; the other was a violation of
her privacy. Christ, he’d already violated her privacy beyond any
normal limits by watching her as closely as he had.
    His desire for her was beyond sense and
reason. But he would not, could not resort to looking her up
as if he were a nut job. He was sane. He knew right from wrong.
    He clicked the shutdown icon before his
common sense lost control to his base instincts. Those baser
instincts, however, got to him once he allowed himself to fantasize
about her as he lay in bed. Taking himself in hand, he dreamed of
finding her alone in the elevator, lifting the hem of her polka-dot
dress, taking her hard and fast against the wall.
    Yet physical relief wasn’t enough. He
wouldn’t find satisfaction until he had her in his life.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Toni slept like an innocent baby while Livie
dreamed bad dreams. After waking in terror once again, she couldn’t
get back to sleep. She’d tossed and turned and reached a sort of
sleepy half-daze in which Burn Daniels lifted her dress and made
love to her up against the wall in an empty elevator. The ding of
the doors opening had jerked her back to complete wakefulness.
    Was she afraid of the man or attracted to
him? Honestly, it was a bit of both.
    Potential danger could be a huge turn-on,
especially when the likelihood of anything really bad was small.
The potential for hot sizzle with him was somewhere closer to
popping the mercury out of the top of her thermometer.
    Of course, if she’d had the evening to
herself with a glass of wine and a steaming bubble bath, she might
have been able to figure it all out. But Toni wanted to talk. And
talk. It was difficult to work out her own problems when Toni’s
were so much more important and dramatic. The conversation had
ended close to midnight when Toni decided that she shouldn’t have
spent the night at Livie’s because the
once-again-wonderful-but-terribly-misguided Reese was probably
camped out on her doorstep prostrate with the need to beg her
forgiveness for having hurt her so badly.
    Livie didn’t have the heart to say that he
could have called Toni’s cell to find out where she was, or that
after a relationship that had lasted less than a month, he most
likely wasn’t prostrate with anything but relief. She chided
herself for the bitchy thought.
    Leaving for work this morning had saved her
from yet another hour of Toni’s ponderings. Two sisters trying to
get ready in one bathroom was, in a word, hell . The only
thing she’d been grateful for was that Toni hadn’t asked why, for
the second day in a row, Livie was wearing a dress instead of a
suit.
    On the drive in, Livie reached a few
conclusions of her own.
    She wouldn’t ignore what had happened with
Burn in the garage last night. She wanted to learn more about him.
She wanted that drink after work. And she needed to thank him for
paying the homeless man and allowing her to escape the awkward
situation. Between her ten o’clock and her ten-thirty meetings, she
checked the Internet, found the contact number for