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to go with the height. But that’s where his comparison to other men ended. Long silver hair fell past his shoulders. Not gray. Silver. The strands gleamed in the light. Where could you get that kind of color job? She wanted one.
    His eyes were silver too. They had their own kind of glow going on. The silver color should’ve made him look as though he didn’t have irises at all, but she could see them clearly. As he drew closer, she realized his irises were outlined in black and there was a touch of purple deep in the silver. Cool contacts.
    But it was his face that backed her up until she was pressed against the window. How could someone so beautiful be so terrifying? The journalist in her wanted to memorize details so she could get them right in her story—because anyone who looked like he did definitely had a hell of a story to tell—but the woman in her looked away. Jenna believed in woman’s intuition, and that intuition was yelling at her to run and not stop until she got to the airport.
    His soft chuckle raised goose bumps along her arms and down her back. “And I try so hard to be nonthreatening.”
    Taking a deep breath, Jenna glanced at him. “Yeah, well, you have to try harder.” She glanced at her sister. “Introductions?”
    Kelly was looking beyond the silver-haired man. “Jenna, Fin. Fin, my sister Jenna.”
    Jenna forced a smile. “The boss man. Glad to meet you.” Glad to meet anyone, since Kelly had made a bunch of lame excuses to keep from introducing her family to the men who worked with Ty.
    “You have no idea how happy I am to meet you.” Fin managed to make the polite comment sound sinister. He reached for her hand.
    Jenna fought the urge to bolt from the condo as his hand engulfed hers. She’d never thought you could physically feel a person’s power, but power was the only word that came to mind as pressure built up around her, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until she was gasping for breath. Just when she was certain her chest was about to cozy up to her backbone, he released her hand and stepped back.
    Thank God. She had no idea what had just happened, but she couldn’t get away from Fin fast enough. She side-stepped past him only to realize that three other men had entered the room with him.
    She recognized Ty. He broke from the group to join Kelly. So she was left staring at the remaining two men. They both looked big and dangerous like Ty, but that’s where the similarity ended.
    One of them came forward to offer his hand. “I’m Lio. This visit is a surprise.” His cold, dark eyes said it wasn’t a good surprise.
    She almost went limp with relief when his handshake didn’t set off any seismic tremors.
    Lio’s hard face and unfriendly expression canceled out any points Jenna gave him for really knowing how to dress. From shoes to jacket, Lio was designer labeled all the way. And his brown hair showed what a great stylist could do.
    If he expected her to feel guilty, he was doomed to disappointment. “Yes, well, Kelly will tell you I’m the queen of impulse.” She offered him a friendly grin just to annoy him before turning to the last man.
    The last man did not offer his hand. He wore a black duster that hung open. Worn jeans, a black T-shirt, and scuffed boots put him at the other end of the clothes spectrum from Lio.
    But clothes would never define this man. He’d moved to the dimmest area of the room, where shadows cast the planes of his face into mysterious layers of light and dark. And his eyes were…terrifying came to mind. They blazed with so many emotions that Jenna wanted to hold her hands in front of her to block the force of his stare. No, glare was a better description.
    Fin stepped into the uncomfortable silence. “This is Al. He didn’t have a good night.”
    Jenna widened her eyes. She hoped she looked suitably naïve and stupid. “You didn’t find any lost souls to save? How sad.”
    For a moment a predatory gleam lit his eyes, and then he