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well. He told Wilkins to pop the trunk, then grabbed her suitcase and ran it up to the front door. When he got back to the car, he took the purse and set it on Cameron’s lap. He got the keys from Wilkins and put them in his own pocket. Without further ado, he scooped her up into his arms and eased her out of the car.
    She settled against him, still sleeping, and her head fell against his shoulder. He carried her to the house, thinking that out of all the possible scenarios he had envisioned if he ever again ran into Cameron Lynde, this definitely had not been among them. He wondered what her neighbors must be thinking at the sight of him carrying her up the front steps in broad daylight—if any of them had the friggin’ telescope they’d need to see across her little urban estate, that is.
    Jack glanced down. She looked so peaceful right then, and for a split second, he found himself sympathizing over the long night she must have had. She’d held up amazingly well, all things considered.
    With one hand, he opened the wrought iron gate and carried her up the stairs to the front door. Because of the size of the house, he thought it was a pretty safe bet that she lived with someone, and he wondered if that someone was about to come rushing out, all concerned, and scoop her away from him.
    It didn’t happen.
    Jack reached into his pocket, pulled out her keys and opened the front door. Still no half-crazed-with-worry boyfriend/husband/lover. He looked down at Cameron, snuggled up against his chest. Not that he cared, but whoever the guy was, he was kind of an asshole for not noticing that she’d been out of contact for the last ten hours.
    “Cameron, wake up.” His voice sounded oddly soft. He cleared his throat. “You’re home.”
    She stirred this time, and Jack set her down on the stoop, quick to put space between them. She stood there for a moment, groggy and uncertain, and peered up as if seeing him for the first time.
    “You.”
    “Me.”
    She blinked, then threw an arm into the air, slurring her words tiredly. “Go. Pish off.”
    Now Jack was more than happy to pish off, but first he needed to make sure she was safe. She was his key witness, after all. He tossed her the purse, which she barely caught, and set her suitcase inside the front door.
    “Your keys are in the lock—don’t forget them. Are you alone here?” He asked this last question solely out of professional responsibility. “You’ve had a strange night—you might not want to be by yourself.”
    He watched as she pulled her keys out of the lock and put them back in, then pushed on the door and stared in confusion when she found it already open.
    “Yeah . . . now I’m thinking you really shouldn’t be here by yourself,” Jack said.
    Despite being out of it, she had no problem managing to throw a dirty look his way. “I’ll call Collin,” she mumbled. Then she stepped inside her house and slammed the door in his face.
    So.
    There was a Collin.
    Jack did a quick check to make sure the house looked secure. Then he headed back to the car and climbed in.
    Wilkins held out his hands. “Well?”
    “We’re good to go,” Jack said.
    “You sure we should just leave her here alone?”
    “She’s going to call Collin.”
    “Oh, that’s a relief. Who’s Collin?”
    Jack shrugged. “No clue. All I know is that she’s his problem now, not mine.”
    “Ouch. That’s a little harsh.”
    “Actually, I was going for a lot harsh, but I might be off my game,” Jack said. “Been a long night. Don’t forget the coffee on the way back into the office.”
    Wilkins grinned as he threw the car into drive. “You know, I think I’m gonna learn a lot from you, Jack.”
    Jack wasn’t exactly sure where that was coming from. But of course it was very true. “Thank you.”
    “You’re a man who speaks his mind—I respect that. And I bet you respect that in others, too.”
    Ah. . . . now he saw where this was going. “Just spit it out if there’s