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“What did you think having a bodyguard meant, for God’s sake? Of course I’m staying overnight—from now on I don’t let you out of my sight, lady.”

“That’s out of the question.” Without looking at the furious man beside her on the porch, Jane opened her purse and took out her keys. “And could you please keep your voice down? Most of the tenants here don’t keep late hours, and I’d prefer them not to hear me arguing on the front steps with a man at this time of night.”

He took the keys from her hand. “Why are you so determined to fight me every step of the way? Didn’t I go along with you back at the bar when you said you didn’t want the police involved, even though it took all the damn charm I had to convince the owner that he didn’t want the publicity?”

“Charm? You blackmailed the man.”

“Yeah, well, that’s my version of charm. No one ever dangled me by my heels over the parapet of Blarney Castle, just so I could kiss a bloody stone. Which key fits this door?”

The house was a converted Victorian, and like the big Irishman towering over her, it had no charm at all. They were standing right beneath the one light that illuminated the front entrance, and with a sinking heart Jane saw a curtain twitch at a ground-floor window.

Quinn was still bare-chested. Even the taxi driver who’d brought them here had stared so the vinegary old lady who’d rented her room to her would certainly have something to talk about if she saw them here.

“It’s the brass one,” she whispered angrily. “You can come in and wait while I change out of your T-shirt, but that’s all.”

“We’ll see about that.” The porch light picked up the glints of pewter in his hair and carved grim shadows around his mouth. He started to insert the key in the lock and then scowled, turning the knob. The door opened. “Top-notch security you’ve got here,” he said briefly, shooting her a glance.