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“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded, her gaze flitting from the g*n to his face. “I saw lights on in the villa next door. Then I thought I saw a guy coming over the wall into your grounds.” She looked around. “From where did you see all this?” Shaw pointed at the cliffs. “I was taking a stroll. From up there it’s a clear line to your villa.” “How did you know where I was staying?” she said sharply. He looked sheepish. “Okay, I confess, I followed you home the night we had dinner, but just to make sure you got here okay. You know, rich woman traveling alone? I was worried about you.” He held up the g*n. “I’m a little surprised you have one of these.” “Like you said, I’m rich and traveling alone. And I have a permit for it.” “Really?” He handed it back to her. “I thought
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