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before you act."
"I always do," she said, ignoring his cynical snort. "You can get back to your patients now. They need your orders more than I do."
"Keep me posted."
"I will. Bye." Marisol hung up and turned to Clay. "I knew he'd check up on me. Maybe now he'll relax and back off."
"Why did you downplay the danger?"
"Because if Marcos even suspects things have gotten worse, he'll come here in a heartbeat and try to take over."
The phone call seemed to trigger a change in Clay's mood again, Marisol noticed as he retreated to the living room. "Why don't you relax on the couch while I change?"
Shortly afterward, Marisol returned to the living room wearing an orange tank top, tucked into a pair of fitted khaki cargo shorts. She sat next to Clay, who was examining the note she'd received that evening with the flowers.
"Where do we go from here?" she asked.
"I'll take this note in and have the police lab assess it along with the other ones. I need the list of your mail clients to cross-reference it with the list of members I got from the gym."
Marisol reached for her purse on the coffee table. She retrieved the list and handed it to Clay. "Here."
"Have you fired anyone this year who might have been coming on to you?" he asked, studying the list.
"No. There was only one stylist I had to let go because he was unreliable. Anyway, it couldn't be him because he's gay."
"What's his name?"
"Nicholas Ferrer."
"Did you call a locksmith today?"
Marisol grimaced and snapped her fingers. "Oops, I forgot. It was such a hectic day, the only thing that kept me going was thinking about the dinner you promised to cook for me."
"I'll have double bolt locks installed on your front door and extra locks on your balcony sliding glass doors. I'm spending the night on your sofa until those locks are installed."
"That's fine with me." She was glad Clay wasn't going anywhere. "I'll feel safer if you're here tonight." She kicked off her sandals and curled her legs under her on the sofa.
Clay picked up the remote control from the coffee table and flicked on the TV. "Let's watch the news."
When he noticed Marisol begin to nod off, Clay stretched out on the sofa and tucked her into his side and stroked her silky, tousled hair. Lying beside him, Marisol felt tiny, almost fragile, and Clay felt an overwhelming need to keep her safe from harm.
She was his to protect.
He shut off the TV and settled more comfortably with Marisol's delectable body snuggled against him. Looking down at her soft hand on his chest, he closed his eyes and smiled ruefully. Marisol was very tempting, but Marcos' phone call had reminded him that he was relying on Clay to protect his sister, not seduce her. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with Marcos by taking advantage of his sister.
Clay needed to remain aloof, but everything about Marisol invaded his senses—her satiny skin invited stroking, her impish grin made him want to kiss her senseless and her fragrant scent made him want to peel her clothes off and make love to her. He dozed off in spite of the havoc she played on his self-control.
* * *
Marisol was the first to stir. Her mouth felt parched and her lids heavy as she strove to crawl through the honeycombs of indolent sleep. She attempted to stretch only to find she was solidly pressed against something hard. Looking down, she saw a large, brown hand splayed over her hip. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten into that position, but intense pleasure coursed through her when she realized it was Clay who held her. Glancing up, she caught him watching her with heavy-lidded eyes.
Marisol rubbed her eyes. Was she awake or still dreaming? If this is a dream, please let it continue . Clay's warm touch convinced her that she wasn't dreaming. She had fallen asleep in his arms after only knowing him two days. When she checked to see if her clothes were intact, she felt Clay's chest rumble. She pushed back from him to see his face clearly and saw he was
"I always do," she said, ignoring his cynical snort. "You can get back to your patients now. They need your orders more than I do."
"Keep me posted."
"I will. Bye." Marisol hung up and turned to Clay. "I knew he'd check up on me. Maybe now he'll relax and back off."
"Why did you downplay the danger?"
"Because if Marcos even suspects things have gotten worse, he'll come here in a heartbeat and try to take over."
The phone call seemed to trigger a change in Clay's mood again, Marisol noticed as he retreated to the living room. "Why don't you relax on the couch while I change?"
Shortly afterward, Marisol returned to the living room wearing an orange tank top, tucked into a pair of fitted khaki cargo shorts. She sat next to Clay, who was examining the note she'd received that evening with the flowers.
"Where do we go from here?" she asked.
"I'll take this note in and have the police lab assess it along with the other ones. I need the list of your mail clients to cross-reference it with the list of members I got from the gym."
Marisol reached for her purse on the coffee table. She retrieved the list and handed it to Clay. "Here."
"Have you fired anyone this year who might have been coming on to you?" he asked, studying the list.
"No. There was only one stylist I had to let go because he was unreliable. Anyway, it couldn't be him because he's gay."
"What's his name?"
"Nicholas Ferrer."
"Did you call a locksmith today?"
Marisol grimaced and snapped her fingers. "Oops, I forgot. It was such a hectic day, the only thing that kept me going was thinking about the dinner you promised to cook for me."
"I'll have double bolt locks installed on your front door and extra locks on your balcony sliding glass doors. I'm spending the night on your sofa until those locks are installed."
"That's fine with me." She was glad Clay wasn't going anywhere. "I'll feel safer if you're here tonight." She kicked off her sandals and curled her legs under her on the sofa.
Clay picked up the remote control from the coffee table and flicked on the TV. "Let's watch the news."
When he noticed Marisol begin to nod off, Clay stretched out on the sofa and tucked her into his side and stroked her silky, tousled hair. Lying beside him, Marisol felt tiny, almost fragile, and Clay felt an overwhelming need to keep her safe from harm.
She was his to protect.
He shut off the TV and settled more comfortably with Marisol's delectable body snuggled against him. Looking down at her soft hand on his chest, he closed his eyes and smiled ruefully. Marisol was very tempting, but Marcos' phone call had reminded him that he was relying on Clay to protect his sister, not seduce her. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with Marcos by taking advantage of his sister.
Clay needed to remain aloof, but everything about Marisol invaded his senses—her satiny skin invited stroking, her impish grin made him want to kiss her senseless and her fragrant scent made him want to peel her clothes off and make love to her. He dozed off in spite of the havoc she played on his self-control.
* * *
Marisol was the first to stir. Her mouth felt parched and her lids heavy as she strove to crawl through the honeycombs of indolent sleep. She attempted to stretch only to find she was solidly pressed against something hard. Looking down, she saw a large, brown hand splayed over her hip. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten into that position, but intense pleasure coursed through her when she realized it was Clay who held her. Glancing up, she caught him watching her with heavy-lidded eyes.
Marisol rubbed her eyes. Was she awake or still dreaming? If this is a dream, please let it continue . Clay's warm touch convinced her that she wasn't dreaming. She had fallen asleep in his arms after only knowing him two days. When she checked to see if her clothes were intact, she felt Clay's chest rumble. She pushed back from him to see his face clearly and saw he was
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