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More often he hadn’t. But never had the potential for sex possessed the ability to distract him from his objective.
    And he wouldn’t permit it to distract him now. The attraction for Sasha Miller might be stronger than any he could remember in a long, long time, but he didn’t give a damn how sweet faced this little skater dolly was; he’d blow her out of the water before he’d allow her to lead him around by the gonads.
    His mood was decidedly dark the last few days of the California run.
    Further opportunity to advance the investigation into the next phase didn’t arise until the end of the week. When the skaters left for the upcoming leg of the tour they were transported by air, Follies policy stating its performers were to be conveyed by bus only if the ride could be accomplished in four hours or less.
    At the conclusion of the final show in Sacramento, the road crew packed up the semis and hit the road early the following morning. The skaters, however, were given a rare day to sleep in, a few hours to themselves in which they could catch up on their laundry, simply be lazy, or go out and explore the city before they had to leave to catch the afternoon flight for Eugene, Oregon.
    Thinking this would be a good time to begin the seduction of Sasha Miller, Mick went to her room. She wasn’t there and he was unable to track her down before it was time to catch the bus that would take them to the airport. Cursing both himself and the suits who’d assigned him to this case, Mick’s intention when he turned in his room key was to grab the seat next to Sasha on the bus. He needed to begin insinuating himself into her life and was anxious to get on with it. The sooner he wrapped this business up, the quicker he could get back to the type of cases he was accustomed to.
    However, he hadn’t calculated Connie Nakamura into the equation. On time for once in her life, she outmaneuvered him as they jostled for position in the bus’s narrow aisle. Knocked out of the way with one economical movement of the petite Asian woman’s hip, he took a seat in the row behind them and openly eavesdropped on their conversation. It garnered him absolutely nothing in the way of new knowledge that could advance his case.
    He vowed to do better on the airplane, but his assistance was required in his role as manager and by the time he untangled the problem, the two women had boarded the plane and were once again sitting together. Mick stood in the aisle, hands on his hips, and stared at them a moment with barely concealed irritation. Jesus, were they joined at the hip or something?
    As if knowing exactly what she had thwarted, Connie grinned at him knowingly. Gritting his teeth, Mick gave her a feral grin in return and moved on. To add insult to injury, the only available seat on the plane was next to Karen Corselli. Ah, hell. That was all he needed to round off an unproductive and exasperating week.
    He half expected to spend the flight being forced to listen to another lecture regarding the foulness of his language. But Karen pretty much ignored him as she stared out the tiny porthole window.
    Until the turbulence struck.
    They hit a pocket of bad weather just as they were passing over Roseburg. The plane took a pounding as they bucked head winds, causing it to shudder and shake a bit.
    At first Mick merely assumed Karen was a nervous flyer. The airplane took a little swoop and she gasped and grabbed for his leg, nervously clutching him just above the knee. The next bit of turbulence had her gripping his thigh. Mick patted her hand reassuringly.
    Two minutes later, her fingers were softly groping the denim of his fly.
    â€œJesus Christ!” Mick jumped a foot. Head whipping around to stare at her, he felt himself gaping like an idiot. God Almighty. He had long ago ceased believing there was anything left in this world that could shock him.
    Only to discover in that moment that he was mistaken.
    Was