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her nipples jumped to attention under his stare.
    There was something seriously wrong with her that she could have such a strong physical reaction under these circumstances.
    “So tell me about T-Bone,” he said, brushing against her as he walked into her entryway. He’d changed clothes, too, trading in his businesslike sportcoat and dress shirt for a black T-shirt and cargo pants. The shirt wasn’t one of those metro-fabulous clingy things, but the sturdy cotton outlined the taut muscles of his back and shoulders, and the dark olive cargo pants did mouthwatering things for his butt.
    Ogling Ethan’s clothed butt reminded her of the bare ones she’d been looking at, bringing her focus back to the task at hand. “T-Bone is the alter ego of Toby Frankel,” she said, following him as he walked into the living room. “He’ll be a senior at Stanford this fall. He’s twenty-two years old, a member of the Sigma Delta fraternity.”
    She followed Ethan over to her desk, where he was looking at the Web site Toni had left up on the screen. “He’s also runs his own porn site.”
    “Please tell me that’s not Kara,” he said, looking at a picture of a girl on her knees in front of a guy, about to perform oral sex. Both faces were blurred out.
    “Fortunately, no,” Toni said, embarrassed heat raising beads of sweat on her neck. She’d seen a lot worse than this on the Net, but sitting here in her apartment with Ethan, looking at porn, sent her usual businesslike cool straight out the window. She strained for equilibrium, reminding herself this was just a case, and Ethan was just a colleague. “There are a few pictures of Kara on the site. You can find them under the ‘horny virgin’ heading.” God, just saying it turned her stomach. She’d known Kara was having a rough time keeping her shit together, but Toni had never thought she’d do something like this. And after reading Kara’s comments, Toni had serious doubts about whether she still qualified for the virgin classification.
    The small silver lining was that if Kara was having sex of any kind, there wasn’t any photographic evidence on the Net, at least not that Toni could find.
    And she’d looked a lot in the few hours Ethan was gone, downloading and analyzing all of the JPEG files on Toby’s site until she was satisfied that none of the explicitly sexual photos were of Kara. “Her pictures definitely weren’t the worst of it. Some topless shots, a few with another girl doing some light lesbian action, but her face was blurred out in all of them.”
    “But easy enough for you to decrypt.” Ethan said.
    Toni nodded. “Yeah, me and anyone else with a little extra time and some shareware.”
    “Looks like he runs it out of his dorm room,” Ethan said.
    “Yeah, it’s strictly low-budget amateur hour,” Toni said, feeling her lip curl as she tried to shove the images out of her mind. “I mean, it all looks consensual, but…yuck. I’m sure you want to take a look yourself.”
    Ethan huffed out a chuckle. “No thanks. I’ll take your word for it.”
    “Seriously? A man who doesn’t take the opportunity to look at naked women, especially when he can say it was for purely professional reasons?”
    He straightened and turned his back on the computer, biceps flexing as he folded his arms across his chest. “Let’s put aside the fact that one of the girls is the teenage daughter of my client—not something I need to see. But if I’m looking at a naked woman, ideally it’s because I’m in the room with her and I’m about to show her a really good time.”
    Toni felt her mouth go dry and her body go wet as her mind took that scenario and ran with it. Her—naked, waiting, watching—as Ethan stripped off his shirt and moved over her with that predatory grace. She swallowed hard and pushed her glasses up her nose. “In that case, we might as well go see him.” Grateful for the excuse to get out of her apartment before she did something really