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She whipped her head to him, studying him warily. What the hell had she been

thinking? She stood alone in an apartment with a virtual stranger, one who seemed in a

pretty fierce mad as he glared at her. He towered over her, his muscles clearly outlined in

the soft lighting of the room. She took a cautious step back, aware he’d locked his door,

and swallowed loudly.

Seeing her fear, his scowl deepened.

Anxiety flared. What did she really know about Gage? He worked in construction,

put in a full day’s work, and didn’t screw around, or at least he hadn’t for the past three

months. He apparently liked porn—she still had a bone to pick with Faith about that—

and despite leaving his curtains wide open at night, had issues with being spied upon.

He took a step closer and surprised her by sighing. “Now, Hailey, why don’t you tell

me what you’ve really been doing in Faith’s apartment every Friday night for the past

few months.” He walked toward her and she froze. He mumbled something under his

breath, and her gaze followed him as he walked around her to his door, then leaned back

against it, blocking any chance at escape. His muscled arms crossed over his massive

chest, and he stared at her with an intensity she found unnerving.

“How do you know my name?”And how did he know about Fridays at Faith’s?She

stalled, trying to think of a way out of this mess. It was one thing to fantasize about doing

a guy this hot, but another to actuallydoit. Should she apologize nicely, flirt, or maybe

offer some kind of financial restitution?

He smiled, a lazy grin that widened as he glanced from her eyes to her mouth, and

lingered over her breasts. “I know a lot about you, Hailey. I know you used to live in

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Abberwick before you moved across town. I know you’re good friends with Faith and

your three other pals, the women who hang around Friday nights watching me.”

She flushed at the accusation in his tone. “If you didn’t want to be watched, you

should have closed the curtains.” A pitiful defense, but it was all she had.

“Tsk, tsk.” He shook his head. “Never admit to the crime. And especially not to your