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To distract himself, he gave Dante a quick call to check on theFlowers by Fioreshop.
“All has been quiet here, sir. Only customers are going in from what we can tell.”
“While you’re at it, do a background check on Isadora Bonetti. She might use her husband’s last name.”
“Anything else?”
Ryland looked at the closed door. “Actually, yeah. I need you to do something for me. On the DL. Way down on the DL.”
“Of course, sir.”
“I want you to do some digging on Caroline Knight and her show,Knight for Justice. I want to know where she records, who the producers are, the number of listeners she has, and how much money the show makes. I want to know it all.”
“Yes, sir. Gimme a few hours, and I’ll have all that for you.”
“Don’t rush it. I need to know everything. And Dante, don’t share the details with anyone. I don’t want any of this information to get out.”
He hung up the phone before Dante could reply.
Meeting his mate was turning him into Wilder, and he didn’t know what to do with this change.
NINETEEN
CAROLINE
Top three things not to do when in a foreign country with a man you barely know.
1. Don’t kiss him.
2. Don’t kiss him.
3. Don’t …
Oh, fuck it!
Caroline stuffed her head in her hands and shook her head in disbelief. Why … justwhy… couldn’t she keep away from Ryland? What was it about him? Why was he so damn irresistible to her?
For the next few hours, Caroline did everything in her power to ignore the pulsing need inside her. The desire lingered from the kiss, but it was impossible to extinguish it.
It haunted her dreams during her nap. She couldn’t stop thinking about it in the shower or as she blow-dried her hair. When she curled her long strands, all she could imagine was Ryland pulling her hair gently. When she applied lipstick, she wondered what the shade would look like on Ryland’s lips after another kiss.
She rolled her shoulders back and tried to ignore all of this as she opened the door to the bathroom.
Then she forgot everything.
Ryland stood in the hotel suite living room in a tux.
He was perfection.
How the man managed to look like a god in a tux, she didn’t know. Had it been made for him? It had to have been. This couldn’t be a rental. The tailoring brought out all of his assets … his wide shoulders, muscular arms, and, yes, his ass.
“Wow,” his voice was rough as he took her in.
“Wow, yourself.”
“You look … stunning.”
Caroline turned so he wouldn’t see her blushing, but she was crimson and hot. “You look pretty damn good yourself,” she said with her back still turned.
