In her office, she picked up a contract and ruffled through its pages. She leaned back and fanned herself. Her left hand strayed down and touched the inside of her thigh then moved up. She pressed back into the chair. She felt a tingling. She let out a breath and her gaze moved to her thigh, her hand, and beyond to the bottom desk drawer that jutted open three inches. She snapped forward on the chair and opened the drawer completely. Her purse -- gone. Her dream lover was a thief. Immediately her face flushed and a sharp pain jabbed along the muscles of her neck.