In Close. Brenda Novak

       A funny look came over Isaac’s face, a look that made her believe he was tempted to say more.

       “What is it?” she asked.

       “Nothing.” He blew out a sigh and held up the files. “How badly do you want this stuff?”

       Feeling even more leery, she narrowed her eyes. “How badly do you think?”

       “Badly enough to compensate me for the time and effort I put into saving it for you?”

       She could feel her heartbeat pulsing in her fingertips, her throat. He was taking a new direction, had made some kind of decision. “What is it you want?”

       When he reached for her robe, she thought she already knew. Uncertain as to whether she could let him touch her in David’s house, she stiffened. But he didn’t make any sexual advances. He merely examined the mark he’d left on her neck. “I want the opportunity to redo last night.”