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Connor’s deep, husky voice intruded into her thoughts.

“Are you all right?”

She tried to shrug away the emotions drenching her. “I’m fine.” She marched over to the safe covered by a portrait of her mother. “I don’t understand why he kept this in here. He didn’t love her.” When she opened the safe, its emptiness surprised her. “This doesn’t bode well.”

“So someone could have come in here and broken into the safe?”

She turned at the same time Connor stepped closer. She collided into him. He steadied her, his hands on her arms branding her. His gaze captured hers and held it for a long moment, the thundering of her heart drowning out all common sense.

Why else would she wonder if he still kissed as good as he did when they were dating?