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had happened outside the school he didn’t consider it much of a silver lining.
    The door to his left opened and the personal shopper who’d already rolled a rack of clothes into the changing area appeared with another one.
    ‘How is she getting on?’ she enquired with a smile as she wheeled it in.
    ‘Slowly.’
    His response earned a chuckle of laughter. ‘You can’t become a fashion icon in this city without putting in long hours of preparation.’
    Since he didn’t know anything about fashion Tyler would have to take her word for that.
    ‘Is that Janice with the next rack?’ a voice called from behind the curtain.
    ‘Yes, I have it here,’ Janice replied. ‘Is it safe to come in?’
    ‘Absolutely. If you hadn’t come back I was going to have to ask Tyler to zip me up.’
    While they chatted behind the curtain he pushed to his feet and began pacing the room. After the third lap—and with no new outfit to send him over the edge—he reached into his pocket for his cell phone and called his partner.
    ‘I’m officially in hell,’ he said in a low voice.
    ‘The mayor’s little girl proving too much of a handful for you?’
    ‘She’s shopping. ’
    ‘I feel your pain, brother.’
    ‘Could you feel it without sounding so amused?’ He walked to the other side of the room and glanced at the curtain. ‘Give me some good news about the case and I won’t hit you the next time I see you.’
    While his partner brought him up to speed he made the mistake of turning his back to the changing room. It was only when he ended the call he realized it had gone quiet.
    Immediately crossing the room, he threw caution to the wind and yanked back the curtain.
    ‘Son-of-a—’

TEN
    ‘How pissed do you think he’ll be when he tracks you down?’
    Miranda shrugged as they relaxed in comfortable chairs in the elegant surroundings of the iconic Waldorf Astoria. ‘Don’t care. He deserves it.’
    She didn’t mention she’d never met anyone who could irritate the life out of her one minute and make her so hot it felt as if she had a fever in the next. She’d never behaved so provocatively before, purposefully pushing the boundaries of his control to discover how much he could take. It was a perilous game—one she’d thought she had the sense not to play with a man who oozed danger the way Tyler did—but had that stopped her? Oh, no.
    ‘You don’t feel the least little bit guilty he might get in trouble for losing you?’
    ‘I didn’t until you mentioned it so thanks for that—I owe you one.’
    Crystal lifted one of the porcelain teacups sitting on the round table between them. ‘That conscience of yours has always been a problem. We still need to work on that.’
    ‘You wouldn’t have got me this far if I didn’t have a natural aptitude for courting trouble.’
    ‘I did say I saw potential in you for greatness when we met.’
    ‘Give me a couple of months to shake off my shackles and I promise to spread my wings and soar,’ Miranda vowed.
    She heard the clink of the teacup touching a saucer as Crystal took a long breath. ‘Nothing to tie you down...no one to get in your way...’ She hummed as she exhaled. ‘Put all that freedom together with the absence of a guilty conscience and I might have to abdicate my notoriety throne in favour of a worthy successor.’
    Drumming her fingers on the arms of her chair, Miranda gently swayed her crossed leg while she tried to convince herself she wasn’t watching the foyer for Tyler’s arrival. If the stupid man could make up his mind what he wanted it would make things a lot easier.
    The way he had looked at her set her body alight, her pulse hammering and her breasts aching for attention. If she had any sense she would have toned it down a little. But the more of a reaction she got from him, the hotter he made her feel, and the desire to push him to breaking point grew. She hadn’t been able to stop.
    She’d wanted him to snap.
    If the first time she’d