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world famous playboy who’d been with some of the most beautiful women in the world, but she…Liberty Jones from nowhere, had him so hot and bothered he couldn’t even wait to find a bed. “Okay, put me down before you drop me. I don’t want Ronan coming to investigate the noise.”
    Gavin laughed. “He would too. Have I told you that you’re amazing?”
    “No, but you really ought to.”
    “It’s true. I’ve never met anyone like you. You have no interest in my money, no interest in my fame and when I touch you—I don’t ever wonder with you, Libby.”
    “Wonder what?”
    He sighed. “I’m a tech geek. I may not look like one now, but as a teenager, you better believe that I was the poster child for nerds everywhere. After I made my first million, which quickly turned into ten, then a hundred, women were everywhere. They wanted to be with me, but they didn’t want me. I made it a point to learn how to please women, how to make sure that at least when we’re in bed, they’re not thinking about the numbers.”
    Libby was stunned. It had never occurred to her that a man with his wealth, his looks, and his seemingly endless confidence could ever have those kinds of insecurities. “I would never be with a man for those reasons.”
    “I know. When I touch you, I can feel it.” He kissed her then, a gentle brushing of his lips over hers. “Let’s get you dressed before someone comes looking for us.”
    Libby shuddered. “As long as it isn’t Ms. Johnson. She terrifies me.”
    He laughed. “She’s a kitten. Really. It’s all an act. Besides, she likes you.”
    “How can you tell? Her expression never changes.”
    “She came here and put all that together for you herself. I think she sees herself as your fairy godmother,” he teased.
    She poked him in the chest. “Let’s get something straight here. I’m no fairytale princess needing to be rescued. I’m smart, I’m capable, and I can take care of myself—as long as we’re not stuck in an elevator.”
    “Duly noted.” The response was solemn save for the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
    They left the small closet, hand in hand, moving towards the security control room. As Gavin was reaching for the door, it opened and Ronan appeared, his chiseled features twisted into a dark scowl.
    “We have a problem, sir,” he said.
    Libby marveled that he could look so fierce and utter such a benign sounding statement. He could have been talking about a spilled drink, but no, it was life and death.
    “Taking Ms. Jones suggestion, we’ve managed to isolate a handful of suspects. We have a disgruntled former employee, an unknown, and a former paramour,” he continued.
    Libby wanted to comment on the former paramour, but as she herself was the hoochie du jour, it seemed ill advised. Instead, she asked, “Why did you settle on those three?”
    “Each of them entered the building carrying a bag or package, and each of them left empty handed. Also, from a behavioral standpoint, two of the three appeared nervous, furtive, but only one of them has the knowledge and the ability to carry this out.”
    “How is that a problem?” Gavin asked. “Identifying potential suspects should be a positive development.”
    Ronan hesitated then.
    The slight hesitation made Libby very nervous.
    “The disgruntled former employee did not work for McBray Enterprises. He was a member of your private security team, which means that he knows the layout of the house and will likely have had training very similar to current team members...It means he’s a formidable foe, and I can’t guarantee your safety here.”
    Gavin nodded. “I see. He will have had access to plans, pass codes and other sensitive information that makes all of my properties vulnerable, then.”
    Ronan nodded again. “Precisely, sir.”
    “What do you suggest then?” Libby asked. At that point, her fear was reaching new heights.
    “I’ve radioed for the helicopter and I’ve arranged for a jet to be