So many questions buzzed through Emily’s brain that she felt like she’d shoved her head in a beehive. She had to grit her teeth to keep from asking them. And why the hell wouldn’t he stop rubbing her hip? Warmth had spread from the skin beneath his hand, and now her whole body was suffused with it. “Is she the reason you stayed in England after Boss invited you to join him at Black Knights Inc.?” she asked. The look he shot her had her lifting a brow. “What?” “That’s the second time today I’ve thought you were either a mind reader or else practicing witchcraft.” “Really?” The thought delighted her. “When was the first time?” Then reality sank in. Shit, that was question number three. “Never mind!” She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t answer that.” His eyes sparkled mischievously. He’d tried using her own technique against her, piquing her interest so she’d use up her truths. “I’m not the only one who fights dirty,” she accused. “And don’t you forget it,” he par...
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