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we’re playing blindfolded,” she said.
    â€œBut we’ve got a lead with this mysterious Poindexter, so hopefully I’ll know more later.”
    â€œWhat about Bernie? Has Schnell authorized you to interview him? See what’s up with him and Diana?” Amber had put in a request days ago, but Schnell thought that making the contact would be tipping their hand. Brandon didn’t agree, but what could you do?
    â€œNegative,” he said. “I put in a call, but still no authority.”
    â€œShit.”
    â€œWell, if we’re lucky, you’ll find out something from Finn. He’s been watching Diana, too. He may already have this figured out.”
    â€œMaybe,” she said, dubious. “Either way, we wait and we watch.”
    â€œAt least you’ll be occupied during the wait.” He chuckled. “Are you really having steak? Or is that a euphemism I haven’t heard before.”
    â€œAh, ah,” she said with a laugh. “Don’t you know a lady never tells?”
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    â€œNever tells what?”
    Finn’s voice.
    Amber closed her eyes. Took one deep breath to help her drown out the sound of Brandon’s laughter in her ear, and then turned around. “Never tells a gorgeous man what’s on her mind,” she said. “It destroys the mystery.”
    His warm grin was wide and genuine, and for the first time in her life, she felt a little guilty for playing a part. She told herself that was stupid—after all, for all she knew, he was playing a part, too. But none of that changed the fact that this was a man who—for whatever reason—got under her skin.
    Dangerous.
    â€œI guess that would be a problem,” he said. “If there were any gorgeous men around. And if you had any secrets…”
    â€œOh, I’ve got secrets,” she said. One true statement in a day that promised to be chock full of lies.
    â€œReally?” He moved closer, and she caught the scent of mint mixed with soap. He seemed to loom over her, and Amber wasn’t short. His dossier had said six foot three, but he seemed larger. All sinew and muscle and pent-up power. Truly, the man was spectacular. With narrow hips and broad shoulders, and a torso that screamed to have a woman’s fingers caress those washboard abs.
    â€œCome on,” he teased. “You can tell me.”
    â€œI’m not sure that I can,” she said. “You fall into that gorgeous category I mentioned earlier.”
    â€œGood going, girl,” Brandon said, ribbing her. “Don’t ever tell me you don’t know how to flirt.”
    Amber felt her cheeks warm, an odd sensation considering she rarely blushed. She’d played this game dozens of times with Brandon listening in. So why did she suddenly find herself craving privacy?
    â€œI’m flattered,” Finn said. He leaned against the shelving, the motion bringing him infinitesimally closer, and her pulse began to race. “But I think that’s just an excuse not to tell me those secrets,” he said.
    â€œAw, shit,” Brandon said.
    â€œWhat?” Amber answered aloud, then mentally kicked herself.
    â€œWhat?” Finn repeated. “Your secrets. Remember? You said you had plenty.”
    â€œOh,” Amber said. “Right.”
    â€œShe’s heading back into the canyons,” Brandon said. “I’m going to lose you. Listen quick. Diana’s on to Finn. And Drake’s pissed.”
    Amber drew in a breath, the world seeming to shift slightly under her feet, and this time not because of the proximity of the man in front of her. She still needed to investigate Finn, needed to figure out his game. That much hadn’t changed.
    Now, though, she also needed to protect him.
    So much for her plan to be done with the man by morning. Apparently, she was going to be sticking to him like glue. His own private, very personal, bodyguard.
    Not an unwelcome