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up in bed, his face puffy with sleep.
    "Kyle? Qué pasa ?" Beside him his companion, a lump under the covers, groaned and rolled over.
    "Do you want your present back?" Kyle kept his tone affable as he strolled toward the four-poster bed, his hands in his pockets.
    "What… ? Oh, the girl? No, no." Montero raked back his hair, obviously trying to figure out what the hell Kyle was doing in his rooms. "She was your gift, my friend."
    "Yes. That was the impression you gave me." Kyle withdrew his hand from his pocket and poured the microsurveillance bugs in his fist onto Montero's naked chest. He'd removed the rest the moment Delanie's clothing had been delivered to his suite this evening after dinner.
    "I won't have an audience while I'm having sex," he said coldly. "If I find any more of these, I'll take my toys and go home. Either you trust me or you don't."
    "Trust you?" Montero glanced about nervously. "But of course! I… I trust you with my life." Kyle saw the telltale movement of Montero's leg under the covers as he tried, subtly, to nudge his companion awake.
    Kyle turned to go. When he was almost at the door, he paused to give Montero a hard stare over his shoulder. "And Ramon, old friend, old pal. I insist my playmates be unmarked, comprende ? I won't tolerate anyone, other than myself, disciplining my property. Don't touch her while I have her. If you do,"
    he said gently, "I'll have to kill you."
    The open French doors leading out to the pool flooded the dining room with squares of buttery early morning light. Delanie, gorgeously overdone in a bright pink sundress and carrying a wide-brimmed straw hat, became an exquisite work of art framed by sunlight.
    She owned the room in that moment, oblivious to the presence of strangers, enemies, or thick undercurrents. The rest of Montero's nasty little group had arrived early this morning. She didn't so much as acknowledge them as she strolled to an empty seat at the table.
    Delanie's all-male audience, however, focused on honey hair sexily tussled, succulent fuchsia lips, and sultry bedroom eyes. All conversation came to an abrupt halt.
    Which was another damn good reason to get her the hell out of here, Kyle thought. The conversation had just been getting interesting. Montero took great pride in his charitable pursuits and had casually announced his appointment to the board of directors of a well-known international children's foundation.
    With the man's interesting methods of recruiting, Kyle knew those same kids could end up as part of his network of dealers and suppliers, not to mention customers.
    Their host scrutinized Delanie speculatively as she sashayed into the room. Despite her war paint, she Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    gave the appearance of a woman who'd spent half the night indulging in sexual gymnastics. Only Kyle knew how she'd tossed and turned in restless slumber until he'd scooped her off the sofa and tucked her into bed beside him. Rather than a night of wild sex, she'd slept deeply, cradled in his arms. When he'd left her this morning, she'd been curled in his bed in a sweet-smelling little dream ball.
    Thank God in a couple of hours she wouldn't be here to distract him. The fragrance of soap and strawberry-scented shampoo followed in her wake as she strolled behind his chair to an empty seat.
    What was going on in that clever little brain of hers? The glance she gave the assembled guests was only vaguely curious. Whatever her agenda, obviously she considered it far more important than anything going on here. Or what he could easily have done to her last night. With their host's blessings. The woman knew how to play chess.
    Kyle accepted another cup of coffee from the servant behind him, settling back to enjoy the show. Her run might be short, but she was a pleasure to watch in action.
    "Good morning, mi paloma ," Ramon greeted her, all affable charm, friendly smiles, and bonhomie. "I trust you slept