And I’m supposed to do what?” I stood facing him, eye to eye, my hands on my hips. “Hire you?” Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. I wondered what the going rate was for a private investigator. I was even more curious about why he had sought me out to unload his troubles. “Could we go in and get comfortable?” He was pleading. Get comfortable. Could that be a euphemism for something else, something I shouldn’t be thinking about? I couldn’t help myself. A picture of his naked body in my bedroom appeared in high-def in my mind. I was only guessing, but it looked fine. My imagination was in overdrive after all the time spent alone. “Uh, sure.” I waved to my guardian angel Cody and unlocked the door. “Coffee?” I tossed my purse on the couch. He hesitated as though about to refuse, then nodded. I headed toward the kitchen. “Are you okay?” he asked, starting to follow me.
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