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attached in some form or another?”
    “Hell, no.” His look of horror was comforting, in an annoying to know where he stood on commitment kind of way.
    Bianca didn’t know why that pissed her off so much. It wasn’t like she’d seen more than a quick ride between them. She didn’t believe he was her Prince Charming, here to take her away to happily ever freaking after.
    With each thought, she tugged harder on the sheet until it snapped loose of the mattress. Then, with as ferocious a frown as she could muster, she flounced from the bed, tossing the long swath of fabric over her shoulder, and glared.
    “So?” She lifted her chin high, pretending she didn’t have to look up another six inches to meet his eyes. “What’s the conflict of interest you’re so worried about?”
    His wince was a tiny thing, gone so fast she wasn’t positive she’d seen it. Then, like he’d run an eraser over his features, concern and hesitance disappeared and he gave her a look of pure, confident assurance.
    “Actually I’m here for you. I want to bring you home.”
    If he’d kicked her in the stomach, she couldn’t have been more shocked. Or more nauseous.
    Home. He didn’t mean her cute little apartment above Cottage Caretakers. He meant Boston.
    She could see it in his eyes.
    Her pulse scrambled and her nerves jangled. Bianca needed to grab her clothes. She needed her purse, cash, keys to a car. She had to get away. But she couldn’t move. She was frozen, as if enspelled.
    Spell or not, she was getting out of here. Even as panic tried to grab hold, she assured herself she’d get away. Because there was no way, not even for the sexiest guy she’d ever met, that she was facing Lynn White.
    Never again.
    What the hell was wrong with him?
    Jacob cringed, shoving both hands through his hair.
    A little sex and he lost control of his tongue?
    Now, granted, the sex has been mind-blowingly amazing. The best he’d ever had. Actually, his limbs were still quivering—all five of them.
    But that shouldn’t short-circuit his brain.
    “I think you’ve wasted your time. I am home,” Bianca told him coldly. She pulled the sheet tighter around her as if her tone had chilled even her. Her face was frozen, as if she’d pulled down an icy shield.
    Jacob damn near shivered.
    He grabbed his shirt, but didn’t pull it on. Not out of any gentlemanly concern that he’d be dressed and she naked. Nope, it was pure erotic defense. If he was dressed and she wearing only a sheet, he was pretty sure he’d drop to his denim-clad knees and beg.
    And if the look on her face was anything to go by, if he went down on his knees, she’d kick him in the face.
    Deservedly.
    “Look...” he started to say. Then he stopped. How the hell did he explain?
    “How’d you find me?” There was an edge to her words now. He cringed, horrified that he’d upset her.
    Please, oh please, don’t let her cry.
    Then he got a look at her face. And damn near crossed his hands over his crotch. With her blue eyes chilled and the set of her chin, she definitely looked like she was in a dick-kicking mood.
    “I work for White, Hunt and Carlisle,” he said slowly, standing his ground even when her face tightened. Her knuckles were as white as the sheet she held tight against her breast.
    “She sent you?”
    “You are Bianca White,” he said slowly, needing to hear her confirmation. He knew she was, but he couldn’t in good conscious discuss a confidential information until he’d at least given a nod to the legalities.
    “My identification says Bianca Snow,” she said, not even looking at him as she scooped her underwear up off the floor.
    White. Snow. Despite the tension in the air, he couldn’t hold back his look of duh. He did manage to keep from rolling his eyes, though. And vowed to make sure they never hired the same investigators for any future missing persons.
    “My law firm has been looking for you for quite a long time,” he said slowly, searching for