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Brodie paused with his hand inches from Rafe’s door. He heard voices inside. Moments ago, he’d finished dressing and had gone looking for his wayward abductee, but having seen his friend’s door ajar, he’d wanted to see what the man was doing. Then he recognized Lydia’s voice inside. For a moment he was stirred to panic and even rage. Was his friend trying to seduce Lydia? Or was Lydia in fact the seducer? Either scenario seemed possible.
He’d already come to the conclusion that his little beauty, his secret dancer, was not all that she seemed, but what had made her seek Rafe out rather than Brodie? Perhaps she intended to manipulate Rafe now that she realized her tricks did not work on Brodie.
He scowled as he fought to contain his temper, the temper that haunted him like a curse. Bu
