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But it would be worth it, she thought. It had to be.

Meeting Chris Foster again was harder than she thought it would be. He looked nothing like her late husband, Marc, for which she was grateful. She didn’t know if she could go through with her plan if he’d even remotely resembled his brother.

She could do this, she thought. She would do this. She lifted her head and met his steady gaze. His eyes were the color of pale amber, framed by long black lashes. They reminded her of a panther she’d seen on a television documentary. The cat had been a dangerous and deadly predator. She hoped Chris Foster didn’t share those traits.

“I will agree to the terms of your latest offer. If…” She paused and swallowed. Her mouth felt dry. “If,” she continued, “you will find something Marc took from my family.” Please, God, she prayed. Please let him accept my offer….