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“I been looking for you, Brooke. And I found you, too, back when I still had the snowmobile. You two’ve been doing without a fire for no good reason.” He chuckled. “And let me tell you, you two are like a couple of really loud rabbits.”

Embarrassment flooded her.

“Now come on, hot lips, it’s time for us to go up the mountain. I took my snowmobile back after you left today, thank you very much.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Oh, no? See, here’s what I’m thinking. Marco wants me to find you, so if I find you, we’re good. But if I can’t find you, I’m still in deep shit, so I might bring him your new boyfriend instead.”

Her eyes widened. “Trevor has nothing to do with this.”

“You’re fucking kidding, right?”

“What?”

“Jesus, you ain’t kidding.” He shook his head and laughed. “What are the odds of you dirty dancing with the exact same guy who’s got a beef with Marco?”

Olivia went still, a horrible image beginning to emerge from the dots she’d yet to connect. She swallowed hard. “What do you mean, a beef with Marco?”

“They’ve got a history, those two.”

“Marco and Trevor?”

His brows drew together. “I thought his name was Hawk.”

She suddenly felt dizzy.

Trevor was after Marco.

Marco was the one who killed Trevor’s friend, Ralph.

Trevor’s words came back to her.They’re going to help me go after Ralph’s killer.

“Take me there,” she said.

“I thought you didn’t want to go.”

“Damn it, whoever you are, just take me there! Now!”

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She looked a little like Brooke, and that was his undoing.

Marco Steele always kept a firm hand on the reins of his emotions. He knew better than to mix business with pleasure, and he sure as hell knew better than to touch the merchandise. But she looked like Brooke, just a little around the eyes, and a hand reached out of the cavernous abyss of loss he’d been skirting since she disappeared.

Mister, you want blow job?

He closed his eyes as he let out a deep growl. She wasn’t doing it right, wasn’t as innocent or experienced or just plain perfect as his Brooke. He pushed the woman’s forehead away and grabbed his dick in his hand, jiggling it. “Lick my balls,” he commanded. “Suck ’em deep into your mouth.”

Her eyes were not like Brooke’s at all, now that he could see them up close. No one would ever be as pretty as Brooke, or as perfect. He’d been a fool to think this woman could change that, but now he needed to come.

He opened his eyes to watch her. He tugged himself, harder this time. He wanted to fuck her mouth, but she kept doing it wrong and he was getting angry, which made him want to hurt her.

Or maybe it was because she looked like Brooke that he longed to wail her with his open hand until she screamed.

How could she do this to him? Didn’t she know he loved her more than anyone else ever could? He’d taken care of her. Given her everything she could ever ask for and more.

If it weren’t for him, she’d be no one, nothing at all. Olivia Grayson was nobody, but Brooke Barrons was a star.