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encouraged him with a smile had felt like playing with fire, using her sexuality to get to him was about to turn her into a pyromaniac.
    She still didn’t like him. She was still mad at him for making her feel like a fool because she’d looked for something that obviously wasn’t there. But apparently the thought of angry sex with him did it for her, big time.
    ‘You still confident in your fifty-dollar bet on him finding you inside a couple of hours?’ Crystal asked.
    ‘If he was as smart as he likes to think he is he would have found me already.’
    ‘If he was as smart as you say he thinks he is he would have found Jimmy Hoffa by now.’
    She turned her head and smiled ruefully at her best friend. ‘So much for my great plan... It doesn’t take away from the victory of escaping when he was so determined it wasn’t possible. But slinking back to the mansion to find him waiting for me like another disgruntled parent takes the shine off it a little.’
    Crystal’s gaze moved. ‘Well you better dig out your sunglasses because if that’s who I think it is headed our way the day just got a whole lot brighter.’
    Miranda’s gaze immediately shifted to the foyer. The sight of him did its usual snatch and grab with her breath. When his gaze sliced through the air and slammed into hers a heady frisson of excitement travelled through her body. He wasn’t just mad. He looked as if he was ready to explode.
    ‘Wow.’ Crystal sighed dreamily. ‘I want to be in as much trouble as you are right now. Do you think he’ll spank you? He looks like he’s gonna spank you good. ’
    Her reaction to the suggestion shocked Miranda.
    She really was a very bad girl.
    Exhaling the breath she’d been holding, she smiled sweetly as he marched straight up to them. ‘I don’t believe you’ve been formally introduced. Detective Brannigan, meet Crystal—Crystal, meet Tyler.’
    ‘Well, hello, Tyler. Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to meet me?’
    A low burst of laughter bubbled up from Miranda’s chest when he pressed his mouth into a thin line. ‘He doesn’t have a sense of humour but I thought it was funny.’
    ‘Awesome,’ Crystal replied.
    His dark gaze remained firmly fixed on the cause of his anger. ‘You’re leaving now.’
    ‘Excellent timing. I’ve just finished my tea. If you hadn’t got here I would have had to hail another cab.’ She lifted her brows. ‘Did you park nearby? I can wait for you to bring the car around front.’
    Rage rolled off his large body in waves. ‘I’ll carry you out of here if I have to.’
    ‘How about we save that for next time?’ She reached to the side for her bag and unfolded her legs.
    As she got to her feet Crystal held up a set of neatly folded bills. ‘The fifty dollars I owe you.’
    Miranda turned towards her and flashed a grin, ‘Why, thank you. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.’
    ‘Any time. Don’t forget about that thing at the place we talked about. It should be a blast.’
    ‘I’ll see you there.’
    ‘No, she won’t,’ a deep voice said firmly.
    Miranda waved a dismissive hand in his direction. ‘Don’t listen to him. I never do. Love you.’
    ‘Love you, too.’
    Taking the lead, she walked across the foyer with her head held high. When they got to the revolving doors she stopped and angled her chin. ‘Oh, dear, this is a bit of a dilemma.’ She looked up at him. ‘Do you gamble on me going first or risk turning your back on me again? It must be a little like playing roulette for you.’
    ‘Having fun?’ he asked through gritted teeth as he captured her elbow in a potentially bruising grasp and bundled them both into a narrow compartment.
    ‘I was till you got here.’ But actually, while crushed so tightly against him, she still kinda was.
    Wriggling experimentally, she smiled when he tensed.
    ‘You’re a piece of work.’
    She tugged her elbow free when they hit the sidewalk and he’d pushed her in the