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She was
leaning over a gold-carved jewelry box when she heard Todd’s
voice behind her. “This place is a museum!” he exclaimed, making her
turn swiftly, shock and fire in her eyes.
“What the
hell are you doing down here?” she demanded. “You’re
supposed to be out.”
“I’ve
been out,” he said, stepping forward but stopping when she shined the
light in his eyes. He staggered back, holding a hand up to block it.
“For the past six hours.”
“What time is it?” she asked, shocked.
He glanced at his watch. “Almost six o’clock.”
“Jesus,”
she muttered. “You had to go sneaking around the house, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think I’d hit the bank.” He stepped over to a
diamond-encrusted box. “A guy could really cash in here.”
She crossed the room and slapped a hand over his before he could open
the lid. “Don’t touch anything.”
“Oh, come on,” he begged. “Don’t tell me I can’t explore.”
“Forget it,” she snapped, shoving him toward the trapdoor. “Get out!”
He took her wrists before she could push him again and snatched her
against him. His arms snaked around her waist before she could take a
breath. He held her to him tight as her flashlight clattered to the
floor.
She swallowed hard, realizing her lips were tingling. “Let me go.”
“You’re quivering.” He smirked and ran a hand up her spine to cup the
nape of her neck.
Chills shuddered down the length of her body. “I’m not.” Her voice
shook. She hated it. “What are you doing?” she asked almost fearfully
when his lips brushed over her jaw. Her heart pounded hard. She couldn’t
suck in a breath. The room was stuffy. Her head clouded. “What are you
doing?” she asked again when his face pressed into the side of her neck.
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