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The woman turned and Matt was hit with a vision of hair the color of dark honey, wide brown eyes, and a slim but clearly female body filling out the bust of her gown. Appreciation thrummed through his veins, but he ignored the distracting sensation.

‘Matt Paulson.’ He stuck out his hand.

‘Colin called and said he was sending you my way.’

A palm briefly pressed against his. The soft skin and the drawl, as honey soaked as her hair, brought to mind hot Southern nights filled with heated skin and sweat-soaked sheets.

Stick to the plan. Get in, take care of the problem, and get out.

She released his hand and her lips quirked. ‘Though Colin didn’t mention he was sending you now.’

There was no irritation in her voice, only the calm tone of one who dealt with life’s surprises and upsets with grace and dignity. He liked her already.

She’d need that skill set for what he had in mind.