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he did something mental like bite her toe.
    In case she didn’t get the hint that he was not particularly thrilled to see her, he kept his face masked, his expression solemn. “Penelope,” he said flatly, hoping he sounded bored as hell.
    Unperturbed by his less-than-warm greeting, she calmly walked past him. “I think you misplaced your toy, Jason,” she said airily as she strolled inside, pausing in the middle of the contemporary living room of his beachfront Florida home—a beachfront home which was, because God hated him—right next to hers.
    Jason didn’t remember ever playing spin devil with her, so how the hell she knew it was his toy, he had no idea.
    “Keep it,” he said flatly, not wanting to argue with her because he knew it would take up his whole morning, as arguing with her usually did.
    “Why would I want to keep it?” She wrinkled her nose, grossed out by the idea.
    “I’m not a devil worshipper.” A wide smile spread her lips, her teeth dazzling white and perfectly straight. “That’s why I knew this just had to be yours, Jason.”
    Ignoring her bait, he raked his hands through his hair in exasperation. “Fine, leave it there,” he conceded.
    Lifting the item in question up to her eye level, she frowned as she scrutinized it.
    “What’s it for anyway?”
    “You don’t want to know.”
    Her eyes settled on his for a long, tense moment. Jason had always found that her strange, golden-colored eyes really packed a punch. Every time she locked gazes with him, he felt as if someone had slammed his gut.
    “If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t have asked you, now would I?”
    “It’s supposed to be for sex,” he said simply. “Not something I want to discuss with you right now.” Her mouth formed a big wide O as her eyes widened. He didn’t want to think how damnably sexy she looked, standing in the middle of his living room with her mouth perfectly open and perfectly capable of receiving…something long and hard.
    “But…I don’t understand… Where are you supposed to put it?” she suddenly asked, acting all innocent and confused. Now this was exactly why Jason felt he needed to protect her. She was too naïve, for Christ’s sake.
    “You twirl it, Penelope. Like a bottle. Ever play spin the bottle?”
    “All right then, if you insist. Should I just twirl it right over my palm or…?”
    “Do whatever you want with it, I don’t really care. Just do it somewhere else.”
    He knew her so damned well he already knew she’d do the opposite, so he figured he might as well get comfortable. Leaning back on his heels, he crossed his arms and calmly watched as she headed to a nearby table and set it down on top of the gleaming, polished wood.
    “Let’s see now…hmm…there we go, twirl away little fellow,” she said with a wide grin as she spun it. Jason arched a brow when the little thing stopped, the tail pointing straight at him.
    “Now what?” Penelope asked, blinking up at him. “Is this where you take your clothes off, or I?”
    So witty. So not funny. That woman was in sore need of someone tying her to a bed and giving her something to be funny about. She practically lived to taunt and bug him and make him hot and miserable. “This is where you leave,” he said coldly.
    Finally something got to her, making her little body stiffen. It had been either his tone or the words or both. Whatever. He didn’t care to know what, as long as she left him alone.
    “Oh, silly me, I keep forgetting how crowded a golfing schedule can be.” She snatched the spin devil up to her chest before heading for the door. Pausing when she reached it, she pointed the devil straight at him. “You’re being a jerk, Jason.” She smiled benignly. “I just thought you’d like to know.”
    Before she could leave, he snatched her chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilted her face up to his. “And you’re being a pest.” He made an effort not to smile. “I just thought you ought to