He glanced at the bedside clock. Damn it. Nine a.m. Pulling on a silk robe, he glanced longingly at the long-legged redhead. She’d been good, but he’d been tired that morning and had looked forward to exploring other delights she had to offer. In fact, he’d planned on spending the entire day in bed. The doorbell rang again, and he padded out of the bedroom and across the living room. “Hold on, damn it. I’m coming.” He jerked open the door, swallowing the curse words on the tip of his tongue. “Mr. Beaumont?” “We need to talk.” Marcus opened the door wider. “Come on in. I’ll fix a pot of coffee.” He led the way to the kitchen, his mind racing. Few people in the world scared him, but Clifford Beaumont was on the top of the list. “Regular or decaf?” “Skip the coffee, Marcus. Sit down.” Marcus pulled out a chair and sat. “You’re upset.” Clifford loomed over him, huge hands clenched into fists. “Somebody tried to break into my house this morning, his intent to hurt my daughter.
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