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answer to until she was able to speak to Paula and that didn’t
     look like it would happen anytime soon.
    How did families handle this stuff? She would go nuts if her brother was over there,
     and she couldn’t speak to him; didn’t know how he was. Worry over Paula was bad enough.
    Maybe she could create a program that would alert her to any of these women getting
     an airline ticket. Then maybe they could follow the women to Peru or whatever country
     just in case Peru wasn’t the only country they worked out of. That could work.
    The front door opened and she froze, listening. She’d locked the door. Who had come
     in? As silently as possible, she opened the drawer to her right and rested her hand
     against the pistol she kept there. One of many she kept hidden throughout the house.
     Working in the type of business she did, she’d learned to be vigilant and always prepared.
    “It’s me,” Scott called out.
    Kiley breathed a sigh of relief, but then tensed for a different reason. He always
     made her feel edgy and slightly off kilter whenever he was around. But her brother’s
     friends were off limits.
    “Where are you?” he asked.
    “In my office,” she replied as she quietly the desk drawer.
    Scott stuck his arm into the office with a bag of Chinese food dangling from his hand.
     Kiley’s brow creased into a frown.
    “What now?” she demanded. “You never bring over Chinese unless you want something.”

    Scott lowered the bag and then peered around the door jam. He wore a blue corduroy
     shirt that deepened the blue in his eyes. The white t-shirt beneath it made his tan
     look darker and the gray in his black hair more prominent. She loved that look on
     him—jeans, shirt open down the front, t-shirt beneath. He looked casual, carefree
     and so damn good looking she could hardly stop staring.
    “It’s a peace offering,” he said.
    Kiley sighed in disappointment. “Let me guess. You’re not going to Istanbul.”
    “No. I’m not.”
    Kiley shook her head in disgust and pushed her chair back. “Then you and your Chinese
     food can—“
    “You didn’t let me finish.” Scott walked into the room and set the bag on the desk.
    Kiley stood and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine. Finish.”
    Scott opened the bag. He pursed his lips and pouted. Kiley would normally find that
     look adorable, but right now she was too mad. She hated it when Scott teased her by
     pretending to pout.
    All she wanted to know was how they could allow Paula to stay there? Especially knowing
     what would happen to her.
    “I don’t know, now. You’re so moody,” he murmured.
    “Moody?” she cried. “I do have a gun in my desk drawer, asshole, so keep it up. Give
     me a reason to use it.”
    He grinned and glanced at her out of the tops of his eyes. “I’m sure I’ve given you
     numerous reasons over the years and you haven’t shot me yet.”
    Her whole body heated, but she rolled her eyes more at herself than him. “I wasn’t
     this pissed off. How could you—“
    “Again, Kiley. You haven’t let me finish.”
    “Well, would you hurry up?” she snapped.
    Scott closed the bag and picked it up before turning to leave. “If you’re going to
     have that attitude…”
    “Damn it, Scott,” Kiley growled as she rushed forward and grabbed his shirt sleeve.
     She tugged, making him stop. “Stop playing around.” She took a deep breath, calming
     her anger. “Please, finish.”

    “Since you said please,” he said over his shoulder and inclined his head toward the
     kitchen.
    “Let’s go get some plates and eat before it gets cold. We’ll talk once we’re settled.”
    Kiley had a feeling she wasn’t going to like this. Not at all. Scott watched in silence
     as Kiley reached up to pull two plates down from the cabinet. His eyes strayed to
     her firm ass, and he couldn’t help but admire how good she looked. Damn, she’d grown
     up fine. All that chestnut brown hair cascading down her back made