Marnie wrenched the screwdriver out of his hand and turned toward the display case that held his camera as if to remove it by herself. “I need you there.” He slid his arm between her and the bookcase to stop her. The fact that his knuckles brushed against her flat stomach and his shoulder rubbed along hers was a pleasurable bonus. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She stepped back, her face flushed and her pulse twitching visibly at the base of her throat. Agitated because of his touch? Or his proposition? He couldn’t deny a bit of agitation of his own at the thought of spending time with her at some trumped-up luxury love shack. While he’d had every intention of getting close to her sooner or later, he hadn’t intended for the circumstances to be quite so intense. But then, he hadn’t considered what an asset she’d be in an investigation at a hyperexclusive resort. She knew the place. And if the real embezzler had set Marnie up to take the fall for the crime, she might be able to finger the enemy faster than he could on his own.
