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out the holes in the security that you have, but honestly, the studio is overreacting. This simply isn’t necessary.”
    “Yet you seemed to think it was necessary when you found me in your dressing room. I could have been anyone. I could have been him. ”
    “I panicked, but I also got the firemen here, didn’t I? I can take care of myself.”
    “The studio thinks differently.”
    “They’re only worried about their bottom line, making sure everything is okay until we get the finale taped and I’ve chosen our winner. But seriously, the harassment isn’t that big of a deal. I’m also leaving town the day after tomorrow, and that will make any protection unnecessary,” she explained. “I doubt very much whoever is bothering me will follow me to Mexico.”
    Chance shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.”
    Pretty, dark brown eyes fringed with thick lashes that were completely natural as far as he could tell, not cosmetic, narrowed.
    “What do you mean, we’ll see?” she demanded.
    “We’ll see if they follow you to Mexico. And if they do, I’ll be there.”
    “You’ll...what? No, you can’t go to Mexico with me. Absolutely not.”
    “The studio has paid for my time for the next two weeks, until you return, and possibly after, to provide your protection. They have also paid for my ticket to Mexico, on your flight,” he said, pulling the ticket from his pocket and showing it to her. “My seat is right next to yours, as you can see.”
    She actually tried to grab it away from him but wasn’t fast enough.
    “I refuse,” she said, planting her hands on her hips, her eyes snapping. “This is ridiculous! I am going home. To my family. For the holiday. This is not the time nor place for this, this...intrusion. They have no right, and you have no right to thrust yourself in on my private time with my family,” she spat angrily, stepping up close to him.
    Wow, he thought, heat shooting through him. After this job was over, he had to have Ana Perez in his bed or anywhere else she’d have him. But for the moment, he kept his cool.
    “Sorry, Ana, but apparently your contract says differently. Don’t worry. I’m good at what I do, and parents tend to like me,” he said cheekily, knowing it would annoy her. He liked watching her color rise and her eyes snap. Sexy as hell. “It’ll be fun,” he added just for kicks.
    She looked as if she might hit him.
    “You may be used to intimidating people or winning them over with that cocky charm,” she said, clearly seething.
    “Thanks,” he interrupted. “Cocky charm. I like that.”
    She bit her lip as if holding back, and it just made him want to kiss her.
    “Listen, I know they hired you, and you have a job to do, but this isn’t going to happen,” she said, changing tactics and appealing to reason, as much as her temper would allow. “How would I even explain you to my family? Have any of you thought of that?”
    He pursed his lips, letting his eyes fall on hers. Her mouth was drawn tight, and he felt the challenge of wanting to kiss it into softness.
    “Well, they can’t know who I am, that’s rule number one. You can’t let anyone know I’m your protection detail—that gives us the edge. So make something up. Tell them we’re lovers,” he suggested with a shrug.
    Ana swallowed hard and took a deep breath that released in a frustrated growl as she turned away, striding back down the hall and into her dressing room, slamming the door behind her. Inside the room, Chance made out a litany of extremely colorful curses in a skillful blend of Mexican and English.
    As she emerged, keys in hand, and headed for the exit, he waited a few seconds, giving her some space before he followed.
    This was going to be fun.

2
    A NA STEPPED INTO THE COZY entryway of the brownstone that she rented down in Brooklyn and made her way up the stairs and down the narrow hall to her apartment, letting herself in with a sigh of relief. Her landlady had