A Deal To Mend Their Marriage. Michelle Douglas

She had to move away again fast—his familiar scent was threatening to overwhelm her.

      ‘If it’d been in that room I would’ve found it.’

      She didn’t doubt him—not when he used that tone of voice. Damn! Damn! Damn!

      She strode to the window, hands clenched. ‘Where can it be?’

      ‘Did she have a handbag or a purse with her at dinner?’

      Caro swung around. ‘A little clutch purse.’ In hindsight, that had been odd. She hadn’t had any plans to go out this evening, so why bring a purse to dinner in her own house?

      ‘It’s in there, then.’

      ‘So...what now? You can’t creep into her room with her in it.’

      ‘It wouldn’t be ideal,’ he agreed, moving to the window and raising it. In one lithe movement he slid outside.

      ‘So?’

      ‘So now I go home and ponder for a while.’

      She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. She planted her hands on her hips. ‘Jack, you can use the front door. Everyone else is in bed. No one will see you.’

      ‘But you’ve made me eager to try out your cat burglar method.’

      So he’d heard her conversation with Paul about that...

      She leaned out to peer at him. ‘Be careful.’

      He moved so quickly that she wouldn’t have been able to retreat even if the gleam in his eyes hadn’t held her captive. His lips brushed her hair, his breath tickling her ear again. She froze, heart pounding, as she waited for him to murmur some final instruction to her.

      Instead his teeth grazed her ear, making her gasp and sparking her every nerve ending to life.