8220;I&#8217;m being blackmailed, Mr. Trent. And I&#8217;m not even sure by whom.&#8221;</p>
<p class="excerpttext">She sat back as if she were relieved to have told him that. She crossed her legs, long, shapely legs that at her age must come from either great genes or a first-class personal trainer. Although her face was unlined, he suspected a surgeon&#8217;s scalpel had more to do with that than a lack of gravity. Still, she was one of the most beautiful women he&#8217;d ever met. </p>
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