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When the door doesn’t budge after a few more tugs, I fit my front to her back, wrapping my arms around her. “Let me help.”

“With what?”

“Anything you want as soon as we’re out of here.”

The sound of light footsteps in the hallway has me cursing inside my head.

“Hear that?” I ask in a whisper close to her ear.

Allison grabs my hand and shoves it in her hair, almost as if she’s messing it up.

“Mmmm, yes,” she whispers, “I love that.”

Oh. Shit. I know what she’s up to.

I press my pelvis against the tight curve of her ass. Letting my voice go husky, I play along, “Like that, sweetheart?”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

The footsteps draw closer until they’re punctuated by a woman’s gasp.

Allison feigns being startled, and I make a displeased sound in the back of my throat, muttering, “Bad timing, whoever you are.”

Chapter Forty-One

Allison peeks around my body, looking under my arm. “Emily!” she whispers, “I am so sorry.”

“I thought I heard someone in here.”

Faking laryngitis, Allison keeps going on with the hushed voice. “I’m here to meet my dad, but he’s not back yet. This is my boyfriend, the new helicopter pilot. I’m sorry, that was totally inappropriate of us.”

Looping my arm around Allison’s neck, I shift my body to block the disarray on the bookshelf. Every move I make causes my headache to flare like a flamethrower inside my head.

“Hi, I’m Mack,” I force a grin. “Some call me Big Mack.”

Allison starts to laugh. Her elbow jabs me.

Emily’s blushing like her face was dipped in red paint. “I am sooo sorry. Please don’t tell your father I saw you…uh…and more importantly, please don’t tell him that I was in his office.”

“Your secret is safe with us,” I say as I hold that stupid grin, ignoring the sweat pouring down my back.

“I’ll just be going now. I’m sorry about your voice, Allison, would you like for me to make you some tea?”

Allison nods and points to her throat, offering a thumbs up for added effect.

“That’s a yes,” I add, “but we’ll be meeting with her father first. So, don’t make it too soon. We’ll come find you in the kitchen when we’re done.”

“I’ll see you downstairs.”

The woman gives us another embarrassed look, then runs out the door like she caught us having sex.

I’m shaking my head. “You think she didn’t hear the gunfire?”

“I guess.” Allison flies back to the bookshelf. “Come on. Pull this handle,Big Mack. That was ridiculous, by the way.”

“Comic relief.”

“Whatever. Use that giant arm of yours and open this door.”