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      “Is that why you keep him locked up?”

      “I only put him in the crate because you’re here.”

      “You can’t keep him caged just because I’m here, Jacob. That’s cruel.”

      “After he gets used to your scent you’ll be all right.”

      “How long will that take?” she asked.

      “It shouldn’t take more than a couple of days.”

      “That’s two days too long.”

      Jacob’s frown deepened. “What do you want me to do? Open the cage and when he goes for your throat shoot him?”

      Ana felt her temper rising and counted slowly to herself. She didn’t want to say something that she would later come to regret. “No. I don’t want you to shoot him.”

      “If that’s the case, then please let me handle this situation my way. As a matter of fact every decision I’ll make for as long as you’ll reside here will be to protect you. If you decide to challenge me, then I’ll call Diego and have him take you to Brazil.”

      The seconds ticked as she stared at him. “Why are you mentioning Brazil?” she asked, whispering.

      “That’s where you were headed if I hadn’t offered to let you stay with me. What’s the matter?” Jacob taunted. “Cat got your tongue?”

      Clenching her teeth, seething with anger, Ana stiffened as if she’d been struck across the face. It had been less than an hour since the jet had touched down in the Keys and she knew it wasn’t going to be easy sharing a roof with Jacob. And she had no idea that her family had considered sending her to stay with her cousin Regina Cole-Spencer.

      Ana had been to Salvador da Bahia for Carnivale. Regina and her husband, pediatric-microbiologist Aaron Spencer, lived on a coffee plantation in the middle of what looked like a jungle. After partying nonstop for days, she’d return to their beautiful estate, collapsing in exhaustion until it was time to return to the States. She didn’t think she would survive living in Bahia for an extended visit. Although she spoke fluent Spanish, there was a lot of Portuguese that she did not understand.

      “Can you please show me to my room?” She wasn’t going to give Jacob the satisfaction of acknowledging that he’d won.

      “I take it you’re staying and you’re also willing to follow my orders?”

      She lifted her chin and met his eyes with a smile that did not quite reach hers. “Yes, it does.”

      Jacob chuckled under his breath. “I thought you’d see it my way.” He headed toward the staircase, leaving her to follow. “I fired the maid and that means you’ll have to make your bed, do your own laundry and pick up after yourself.”

      Ana stared at the bright green leaves on his black-and-yellow shirt. “I don’t know how to do laundry.”

      He stopped on the landing, staring at her in shock. “Who does your laundry?”

      “I send it out. I call concierge and arrange for it to be picked up.”

      Jacob shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Can you at least clean?”

      She gave him a look of unadulterated innocence. “No.”

      “I suppose you have a cleaning service?” She nodded. “What do you know how to do?”

      Her expression brightened. “I can cook. Very well,” Ana added when he gave her a skeptical look. “My parents were both raised with household help who cleaned and did laundry. However, both know how to cook. My mother’s skills are exceptional and she taught all her children to cook so they wouldn’t have to rely on someone to feed them.”

      “Okay,” he drawled after a pause. “Let’s make a deal.”

      “What kind of deal?” she asked.

      “I’ll clean and do laundry while you cook.”

      “Who cleans now?”

      He smiled. “I do. I don’t like strangers in my home. Come, Princess. Let’s get you settled. And because it’s the first night at the Jones motel I’ll do the cooking.”

      Ana followed Jacob into a large sun-filled room with white furniture. The pristine color was offset by pillows, seat cushions and the bed dressing in tropical colors of peach, orange and kiwi-green. She knew instinctually that a woman had decorated Jacob’s house, because it claimed a soft touch and everything was chosen with a discerning eye for the climate and locale.

      “Do I have time to take a shower and change into something cooler?” She had to get out of the jeans and T-shirt she’d hastily thrown on when Diego told her she was leaving Boca Raton.

      “Sure,” Jacob replied. “The bathroom is the door on the right. The walk-in closet is to the left. I’ll bring your other bags up and leave them outside the door.”

      “What’s for dinner?” she asked when he turned to leave.

      “It’s a surprise,” he answered.

      And you’re quite the surprise, Ana mused. She didn’t know what to expect when told she would have a U.S. Marshal protecting her, but she hadn’t expected someone whose moods ran hot and cold as if flipping a switch. He laughed, frowned, joked and then had become deadly serious when he talked about shooting the dog.

      He’d barked commands like a drill sergeant, expecting her follow them without question. Well, she would do his bidding and when the time came for her to return to Boca Raton she would do so without a backward glance.

      “How do you know if I don’t have food allergies?”

      “Diego told me you didn’t have any. I know everything about you, Ana Juanita Cole, so let’s try and cooperate with each other, and I’ll try and make your stay a pleasant one because that’s what I promised your cousin. I’ll see you later.”

      Ana stared at the spot where Jacob had been after he’d left the bedroom, softly closing the door behind him. She smiled. He’d said cooperate and she would, because she would make certain to limit their direct contact to meals. Not only had she packed enough clothes to last a month. She had also packed a number of books from her to-be-read list. When Jason had given her a tablet for Christmas he’d downloaded it with all of her favorite titles, and she was figuratively in hog heaven. However, she only used the electronic device when on vacation. Reclining on the beach under an umbrella, reading and sipping a potent concoction had become her guilty pleasure.

      Living with Jacob until the person who’d attempted to kill her was apprehended was not what she deemed a vacation. Instead of bringing the tablet, Ana had decided holding a book would send a signal to Jacob that she didn’t want to be bothered or disturbed.

      What she didn’t want to believe was that her life was now on hold because some maniac had taken out a hit on her. She’d stopped at the hospital to see Tyler, and Ana couldn’t believe that he could joke that the Coles were tough men and it would take more than a high-powered bullet to take them out. He’d laughed when she’d wanted to cry.

      In two weeks she was to go on vacation with several of her college friends. They’d arranged to charter a sloop, using it as their hotel, and sail down to Puerto Rico for ten days of complete hedonism. However, they would have to go without her while she was on what amounted to house arrest in the Florida Keys.

      Chapter 3

      Jacob carried the last two bags up the staircase, leaving them outside the door as promised. He hadn’t lied to Ana when he said he knew about her. Diego had given him particulars on her, while confirming assertions that she was more than formidable as the head of the record company. Many of the clients preferred dealing with Jason because of his low-key, relaxed demeanor, whereas Ana’s in-your-face approach was a lot more intimidating. His

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