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    Stolen novel; please report.


    The cameras. Of course. She forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow even to her own ears. “Maybe you weren’t looking hard enough.”


    What am I supposed to do?


    “Some doors shouldn’t be opened. Be careful which one you choose.”


    “You’re safe with me.”


    “You know what’s at stake. Don’t let emotions cloud your judgment.”


    “Marry me, Emma. Let me protect you.”


    Her gaze fell on the framed photo on the dresser—her and James at the charity gala, his arm around her waist, her smile genuine but now tinged with doubt. She picked it up, her thumb brushing over the glass. “What if I’m making a mistake?”


    “The Thomases aren’t just playing games, Emma. They’re hunting. And you’re the prize.”