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           Jack
glanced at Cara. Her long dark hair had dried in a tousled mess of spiral
curls. It made her look so sexy and touchable when combined with the low-cut
shirt and tight satin mini. He wanted to pull the car over to the side of the
road and tug her onto his lap. Golden-green eyes gazed back at him coolly—but
there was a hint of fire she couldn’t quite hide. It gratified him, buoyed him.
This attraction between them was mutual—and he knew they would act on it soon
enough, even if she didn’t. It was inevitable.
                 “I’ve
got it for now,” he said.
                 “You
seem tense. I thought maybe your ribs were hurting.”
                 Jack
rolled his shoulders. He was tense, but not because he hurt. “They hurt, yes,
but not too badly I can’t drive awhile longer.”
                 “Just
let me know when you need me to take over, okay?”
                 “We
won’t go much farther. I have an apartment in Paris. We’ll stop there for the
night. Besides, we need to go shopping.”
                 She
folded her arms over her breasts in a self-conscious gesture. He wondered what
had happened to the bow tie. She seemed to have lost it somewhere along the
way.
                 “I’m
sorry I’m not better prepared,” she said.
                 “How
could you be?”
                 She
turned to him again, her face both serious and eager at once. “I don’t dress
like this all the time,” she said. “I do have decent clothing.”
                 “I
never doubted it.”
                 She
waved a hand over her body. “This isn’t even my usual uniform. Bobby said it
was something special for the game, something to keep the men playing for high
stakes.”
                 “It
certainly worked for me,” he told her. “I kept hoping to get a glimpse every
time you bent over.”
                 Her
face reddened—and then she laughed. “You lost fifteen million euros because you
wanted to see down my shirt? Wow, and here I thought a guy like you could get a
woman naked whenever he wanted.”
                 “Can
I get you naked?”
                 “No.”
                 “But
you’ve seen me. I think I deserve a turn.”
                 The
blush on her creamy skin was intriguing. She crossed her legs, those impossibly
long sexy legs, and he grew instantly hard. She wanted him, no matter how she
tried to pretend otherwise. He knew enough about women to know that—even if
Cara Taylor was proving surprisingly difficult to read for the most part.
                 “This
is business, Jack. Don’t forget it. And whatever clothes you buy for me, please
take them out of the money you’re planning to pay me.”
                 “Fine,
if that’s what you want.” Jack shook his head. She was unlike any of the women
he’d ever dated. Most women would leap at the chance to have a designer
wardrobe added to the pot, but not Cara.
                 “It
is.”
                 “So
why were you working for Gold in the first place?” He was truly curious about
how a sweet girl like her ended up with a shark like Gold.
                 She
sighed and turned her head on the seat. In the distance, villages perched in
the center of rolling vineyards. Fields of sunflowers blazoned against the
landscape at regular intervals. It was beautiful and peaceful, and he suddenly
wished he could just keep driving, just the two of them in the car alone,
talking and watching the scenery flow by.
                 “You
may have heard of Hurricane Katrina,” she said.
                 “Yes.”
                 “My
mama lost her house in the flood. It took months to clear the land and rebuild
everything. In the meanwhile, we lived in a trailer provided by