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She was dressed as someone’s idea of a French maid; someone’s idea of sexy.

OK, it was his idea of sexy, Declan thought, watching her from the far end of the bar.

Sailor’s long legs were encased in black stockings with a seam down the back, stockings that showed a bit of thigh at the top. Her wild hair was pinned up, with one errant lock in her eyes. He wondered what she’d do if he walked over and pinned back the lock of hair for her.

Aside from looking tired, no one could tell she was sick. She was competent, but she was also close to the breaking point. Declan looked for an opportunity to step in and—what? Stop her from keeling over. What he’d like to do instead was pick her up, carry her to the back room and lay her on that Queen Anne sofa.

From there his thoughts turned to darker, more erotic images.