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"What the hell do you see in the man?" he burst out.
Lynn blinked. "What man?"
"You know who I mean. That bastard Werth."
"Conrad? I really don't understand."
"Cut the crap. It's obvious what's between you. Why else did he bring you here from Boston to be his spy?"
She gaped at him. After a moment she unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and slid out. He slammed out of the car, caught her by the arm and swung her around to face him. "You're not going anywhere until I get an answer," he snarled.
"I have nothing to say to you." Ice clung to each word.
He gripped her shoulders, past reason. "You're damn well going to answer me."
The street light showed him the anger smoldering in her eyes and the stubborn set of her chin.
"Let me go!" she cried, struggling to free herself.
Without knowing he meant to, Nick yanked her toward him, his hands sliding from her shoulders to hold her body tight against his. His mouth covered hers in a savage kiss. She yielded limply for an instant, then began to fight. Trapped by his violent arousal from the feel of her, he was oblivious.