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“Kavner. Charming as always.” Her gaze fell to me, and I fought the need to fiddle with something, or slide off the table and hope the floor would open up and swallow me.

“Dr. Hamilton, this is London. Agent London Coleman with Treasury.”

The doctor inclined her head. “It’s a pleasure, London. Even if the circumstances aren’t quite what we want.” She carried her bag over.

Kavner stepped back. “London’s investigating me for money laundering.”

He said that like it didn’t worry him one little bit, and I shot him a look.

The doctor set her bag on the table, and her woody, vanilla perfume hit me.

“You do like to keep things interesting, Kavner.” Dr. Hamilton made a clucking noise, eyeing my face. “Looks like you took a bad slice to the head, London.”

Kavner’s tone changed. “An asshole shot at her. A window shattered. I’ve cleaned the scrapes.” He moved to the side so the doctor could get closer.

“Let’s take a look,” Dr. Hamilton said.

The doctor competently checked me over. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches. A butterfly bandage will do the trick.” She pressed a bandage over the cut on my temple.

“Thank you for taking the time out of your evening,” I murmured.

“You’re welcome. But don’t feel bad, the Fury brothers pay me a healthy retainer.”

“Really?” I tilted my head. “Do they need you often?”

The doctor smiled. “I promise I’ve never seen anything nefarious. Although I’ve had the pleasure of eyeing a few muscular flanks when they’ve needed injections.”

Kavner snorted.

Dr. Hamilton smiled. “You need some rest, London. And to steer clear of men who want to shoot you.”

I nodded.

“Kavner.” The doctor tilted her head toward the kitchen. “A word.”

As the pair moved away, my gaze dropped to his lean hips and the way his ass filled out his suit pants. My heart did a weird thump.

He was a potential suspect. My enemy. Part of my investigation. He was just like the man who’d lured my father into his schemes—rich, entitled.

Wasn’t he?

I slid off the table.

He was a big temptation. Not just because he looked sexy in a suit, but because he was taking care of me. My pulse skittered. I couldn’t let myself get used to that.

I quietly headed for the elevator while Kavner and the doctor were still talking.

He clouded my judgment. I couldn’t let that happen.

I couldn’t be tempted into things that I knew were bad for me, like my father had been.

I slipped into the elevator before Kavner noticed.

14

KAVNER

She’d run.

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