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she sounded genuinely confused.
            “Because,” Dean drawled, "Maryssa is at home letting Kyran defile her at the moment, so I'm the only one here who you can talk to.       C'mon, sweetness. Open up and talk to me. I've been told I'm a great listener, and with my rugged good looks it’s awfully easy to stare into my dreamy blue eyes and spill your innermost thoughts.”
            There was a long pause. “Oh dear God...you're serious, aren't you?”
            “As serious as I can be at the moment.”
            There was silence before the door cracked open. Becca's gorgeous face peeked out. “What do you want from me, Hans?”
            His lips twitched. He'd resigned himself to the nickname she'd been calling him for the last three weeks. Apparently in Becca's eyes, he looked like a giant Dutch hitman from an action movie. Dean also chose to see that as a compliment.
            He leaned against the doorjamb and stared down into her upturned face. “I don't know what you mean, Rebecca.” Of course he was lying.
            Those gray orbs narrowed on him, her lush mouth tightening. "Don't give me that load of bullshit, blondie. You've been buzzing around me for weeks now. Why? What the hell do you want?”
            Ever so slowly, he leaned down until they were nose to nose and replied, “Simply put, sweetness—I want you.” That was the wrong thing to say. The only indication of that fact was when he promptly got that door slammed back in his face.
     
     

The Viking's Pursuit

Chapter Two
     
            No, no, no. This was not happening. There was no way in hell Becca was letting Dean get his obscenely large, rough hands on her. Even if every part of her body was lit like a firecracker and insisting that all the extremely dirty things crossing her mind at the moment take place. Besides, Dean had been tormenting her relentlessly for the past three weeks.
            He’d brush up against her and whisper comments like, “You can fool everyone else, wild child, but you can't fool me.” That accompanied by the brush of his palm along her shoulder or arm and Becca would feel this strange tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach. It was driving her bat-shit. Who did the big wheat-haired Viking lookalike think he was? She just wanted to get through the next week with her goddamn sanity intact and no more misdemeanors on her record.
            Many would be surprised to find that the woman everyone knew as “she who parties like it’s her last day” was also the same woman who sat behind a desk and crunched numbers on a daily basis as an accountant. When your only excitement from nine to five was possibly finding out that someone had been laundering money from a company, any downtime she received was put to good use. Okay…maybe not good in every sense of the word, but she did tend to enjoy herself.
            Seemed that small habit had followed her the night before. The question was, why? She’d been doing so good keeping everything together for Ryssa, and then last night she started watching her sister and Kyran; seeing the way he stared at Ryssa, nothing but love in those big brown eyes. She started drinking, and then she began to wonder when that would happen for….
            “Oh no. Nunh-unh. Nope. Not even. Not going there,” she muttered to herself, heading into the bathroom of her suite and turning on the shower. Being that the wedding was in just another two days, she’d gotten a suite at the Monterey Plaza so she could overlook everything with ease and take some of the stress off of her sister.
            Now she was trying to figure out how she’d get out of this room without being harassed by Hans, because she knew he was sitting his giant blond ass in the hallway, just waiting for her to come out.
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            Dean hummed as he waited, sure that Becca wouldn’t hole up in her room for