Shannon stopped at the sliding doors to her patio and stared out at the yard, arms folded beneath her breasts. Pacing hadn't done her much good, and sitting doing nothing wasn't an option. She supposed she could go outside and let Owen explain to her where they were in the process, but she figured the more space she could put between them the better off she'd be.She watched two men walking her yard, one of them holding a sheet of paper and the other a box of something. Every few feet, they'd check the paper and one of them would place something from the box on the ground. Sensors, she supposed. She wasn't an idiot about security systems. But not in her wildest dreams had she ever thought she'd need this kind of upgrade or that she'd be in the kind of danger to warrant it.Rather than dwell on her situation and the man who'd invaded her dreams time and again, she fetched her laptop. She chose not to use the room she'd fixed as an office, the four walls giving her a sudden attack of c

The moment they were in the room, Owen thrust his fingers into her hair and cradled her head in his big palms."I swore to myself ten times over I had no business doing this." Strain made his voice gruff and tight. "But fuck, Shannon. Somehow you're in my blood. This is either gonna kill us or cure us."Cure. She clutched at his upper arms to anchor herself. Please let it be the cure.His mouth came down on hers in a kiss far gentler than she anticipated. His lips were warm and unexpectedly soft, pressing with a light touch against hers, the contact stealing her breath. He held the kiss for the beat of several seconds. Then, with the tip of his tongue, he traced the closed seam of her mouth, sending shivers through her body."Open for me," he murmured against her lips.When she did, his tongue swept in like an arc of flame, scorching every place it touched her. He tasted of mint toothpaste and pure masculine male, a heady combination. She moved her own tongue against it, engaging

Shannon was a habitual early riser. During the week, she liked to get in a half hour of yoga before getting ready for work. It helped her deal with the physical stress of sitting in front of a computer all day and the mental stress of the complicated projects she worked on. Saturday and Sunday she slept in a little but not much. She liked her cup of coffee on her patio in the morning, sometimes even rising early enough to catch the end of sunrise.But this morning, when she opened her eyes, everything had seemed different. For one thing, her body felt pleasantly sore in a lot of interesting places. For another, the heady scent of male clung to her bedclothes and her body. And for a third, sunlight poured in through the blinds she'd forgotten to close last night.Oh, wait! She wasn't even in her room. She was…in Owen's room.She curved her lips in a smile of immense satisfaction. Last night had been not just every bit as outstanding as the first one they'd spent together but even bet

He studied her face for a long moment, trying to read her. She'd said she had no jilted boyfriends—did people even use that word now?—but Grey had uncovered a contradiction. Maybe their definition of the word differed from hers."Tell me about Peter Maguire," he said at last."Oh, for god's sake." She took a heavy swallow of the wine. "That little weenie?"Owen couldn't help laughing. "Doesn't make him sound too attractive.""He's not." She twisted her lips in a grimace. "I think nothing short of desperation would make a woman accept a date with him.""According to what Grey learned, he's been telling his friends you gave him a raw deal. Wrote him off. He intends to show you who has the upper hand.""More like a limp wrist." She snorted. "Or maybe a limp dick." A sudden blush suffused her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I—""Hey!" Owen held up a hand. "Works fine for me.""And just how did Grey find all this out in such a short period of time?"Owen shrugged. "He has his sources. I never

Shannon shook her head. "We never get much information. Just the profile of the people who will be playing the game and the goals the client wants to accomplish.""The client is a very high-profile hedge fund. They have a lot of money—billions—passing through their hands, so the CEO wanted to make sure he had a staff that worked well together to handle it all.""And?" She made a "come on" gesture with her fingers."Jay Novak has been trying to plant a bug in your game to then allow him to access the hedge fund accounts once they loaded the game onto their computers."She stared at him. "Are you serious?""As a heart attack.""So his big plan was to get into the hedge fund files and steal money?" Her head was spinning."You got it. Jacquie said the bug he tried to plant would have sucked money out and left no trace. It would manipulate the accounts so it didn't affect the balance. Nobody would know unless they tried to move funds in a legitimate transaction.""But—" She stopped