Hands On by Debbi Rawlins Page B

pool, or in the exercise room, your bedroom, it’s up to you.”
    At the mention of public places, Cassie breathed with relief. The session couldn’t be too bad.
    Mary Jane picked up the brass bell in front of her plate and rang for Tasha. “Of course most couples choose the privacy of their rooms since we encourage nudity.”
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    D ALTON SLIPPED into Bask’s office and locked the door behind him. A computer sat on the credenza behind a large teak desk, already on, but dormant. He moved the mouse, and then while he waited for the computer to come to life, he checked the desk drawers. No luck. Bask had locked everything tight. Dalton would have to break in later. Right now, the information in the computer interested him more.
    A couple of file folders sat on the corner of the desk.
    He rifled through them. Nothing of particular note, but he copied some names and phone numbers of potential clients. Or maybe they were former clients. Either way, the information could prove useful.
    Several icons appeared on the computer screen and he sat down to study them. The chair creaked underhis weight, and his gaze flew toward the door. He waited a couple of minutes. No light came on in the hall.
    Damn, he should have used Cassie as a lookout or distraction. He laughed to himself. That was the problem. She was already a distraction. What the hell was wrong with him anyway? Spending the week together posing as husband and wife, sharing the same room—shit, the same bed—how could he have thought otherwise?
    Her scent alone was enough to drive him crazy. Sweet and sexy and sinful all at once. Man, he had to stay on guard every minute, really focus or he was going to blow this fluff case. Talk about getting egg on his face.
    He checked out the directory and went to the database program, although Bask would be an idiot to leave evidence there. Which didn’t mean there wouldn’t be clues. He found some more names and addresses, and downloaded the files into the disk he’d brought with him. Then he looked for correspondence. By the time he’d read the first several, he realized they were all form letters, and the names on them were the same ones in the database.
    One final check for anything in the word processing program and then he had to get out of Dodge. But before he did, he made sure he erased his trail. No need to take any more risks than he already had.
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    C ASSIE BOLTED upright as soon as she heard Dalton slip into the room. “Where the hell have you been?”
    â€œMiss me?”
    â€œI thought you’d only be gone a—” She cut herself off, remembering she had to keep her voice lowered.
    Dalton didn’t seem concerned. As if they’d shared a room a hundred times before, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. She’d left the bathroom light on with the door opened a crack, enough for light to filter into the bedroom but not broadcast the fact that they were still awake.
    Dalton stood directly in the path of the illumination, his bare chest in full view. “I made some headway. Not much, but some.”
    â€œDid you—?” She stopped herself, frustrated that they couldn’t talk freely.
    â€œHold on. I’ll get into bed in a minute.” He scratched his bare chest and shoved a hand through his hair.
    He looked tired. And maddeningly sexy with the light sprinkling of hair that arrowed toward his waist. His skin was a golden tan all the way to the top of his low-riding jeans. He removed his belt and she shifted her gaze when her thoughts began to falter. She plumped her pillow, but out of the corner of her eye tracked his movement to the bathroom.
    He opened the door wide, letting light flood over her and she automatically pulled the sheets up to cover her breasts, which was ridiculous since she had her bra on under her nightshirt.
    He left the door partially open while he brushed his teeth and washed his face. She’d seen