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“And I need to know yours,” Nate replied, giving the beautiful woman beside him a light nip on the neck. “So I know who now owns me body and soul.”

She stretched out lethargically and kissed his jaw. Then, lifting a shoulder, she allowed the robe to fall completely off one arm. As he bent lower to taste that sweet, smooth skin, she whispered, “My name’s—”

Before she could finish, the door opened, and a light flashed on. “It’s J.T.,” Nate said. “Oh, boy.”

“Oh, boy is right,” the woman echoed, her horror undisguised.

Nate shifted slightly to the side, hiding her behind him, as J. T. Birmingham entered the room.

Taking stock of the situation—and not looking the least bit surprised—J. T. finally said, “Son, I think you’re wearing my robe.”

Nate groaned. He’d been caught by a millionaire, wearing the man’s robe during an important cocktail party at which he was the guest of honor. Caught fooling around with a gorgeous stranger on that man’s trampoline. “Can things get any worse?” he muttered.

“And,” J.T. continued, “you’re lying on top of my daughter….”