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bare chest many times when he'd been in a bathing suit, but this was different. They were in a
    hotel room. He was changing clothes, even if just a shirt. She licked her lips as she watched him, wanting to run
    her hands over his tanned, taut flesh, to feel those muscles rippling beneath her fingertips.
    He smiled at her. "Aren't you going to change? Remember we're going to the orientation meeting, then there's a
    party after. You brought that great black dress, right?"
    "Oh, that's right."
    She hurried to her suitcase and snapped it open, then sifted through her belongings until she found the dress.
    She scurried into the bathroom, then leaned back against the closed door, glad for the moment alone.
    Good heavens, how would she ever survive five days here when she had nearly had a panic attack just coming
    up the elevator, then freaked out at the sight of a king-sized bed because Shane might seduce her? Not that it
    would take much convincing on his part. Her barriers seemed to be dissipating by the second.
    No, it wasn't being alone with Shane in this room that worried her the most. It was all the predators she'd be
    facing in the resort. Her spine tingled in dread at the prospect of walking among them, like a kitten surrounded
    by a pack of wolves. She could almost see their glinting eyes and drooling mouths.
    She'd been a fool to come here.
    She was the one. Ty was sure of it.
    Melissa Woods.
    He'd seen her in the lobby when he and Suzanne had first arrived at the resort. She'd appeared nervous and out-
    of-place. That in itself wouldn't have been enough to convince him—any new arrival to a club like this might act
    that way—but there was something more. Honed instinct, an instinct he'd learned to rely on in his line of
    business, told him she was hiding something.
    He watched the woman, with her pert little nose, full sexy lips, and wavy ash-blond hair caressing her shoulders,
    as she listened to Vanna, the hostess, outline the etiquette at the resort. Woods wore an al uring black dress,
    cinched in at the waist, which revealed an enticing glimpse of cleavage and plenty of long, shapely leg. Although
    she fit in completely with the other wives, something in his gut told him she wasn't here for a weekend of sex.
    Which was a damned shame because a weekend of sex with her was a hell of an exciting prospect. His body
    tightened in response to the thought of dragging that voluptuous body against his, her tight nipples pressing
    into his chest as his tongue invaded her soft, sweet mouth.
    But he was sure she was the one he'd been hired to watch.
    She glanced his way and their gazes caught. He found himself staring into her soft blue-green eyes, the color of
    the ocean, and he smiled. She was certainly an attractive woman. Maybe in this case business could be mixed
    with a little pleasure. Her face glowed red and she curled her fingers around her husband's hand as she glanced
    away again.
    Annoyance built in him as he watched her hand clinging to her husband's. Why did so many women feel they
    needed the protection of a man? Ty preferred a woman who could stand on her own two feet. Unlike his
    mother, who'd been needy and unable to take care of herself . . . or her son. She couldn't protect herself, let
    alone Ty as a child, from his abusive father. She had let her husband walk all over her because of some warped
    belief that she'd needed him. That he would take care of her.
    This woman clung to her husband in the same way he'd seen his mother do a thousand times. Yet it was clear to
    Ty that Melissa Woods and her husband were not in love. They shared an affection, he could see that, but the
    chemistry—some sense of belonging together—was missing.
    "Be sensitive to others," Hal, the host, said. "Always ask, and remember, 'no' means 'no.'"
    "Also remember"—Vanna flipped her long, raven hair over her shoulder and smiled—"that it is perfectly
    acceptable to sit back and watch." She winked. "But believe me,