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“I guided them right to an attorney. It was better than me breaking his fingers if he landed a hand on her.”

She let out a little laugh. This was making her day better than a drink could.

“I’m sure they both appreciate that,” she said.

“Good to see you, Doc,” he said, then took his call and went into his office, so she turned back into hers.

“Oh boy,” Miles said. “Sexy PI and you were having a conversation. I saw it and heard some of it.”

“How did you hear it?” she asked.

“That deep voice of his just sends all sorts of tingles in my body. I might have jumped up and sat in that chair with my ear against the wall.”

“You’re horrible,” she said.

“No,” Miles said. “Just honest. If only he was interested in my type, but he’s not. He has eyes for you though.”

“Please,” she said. “I’m not his type any more than you are.”

“She’s sassy,” Miles said, snapping his fingers in front of his face. “You want him to be interested in you.”

“I didn’t say that,” she rushed out.

“But you meant it. Regan has a crush,” Miles said doing his best runway strut back to his desk.

“Hardly a crush,” she snorted. “I’m not a teen.”

“Did you get your drink?” Miles asked.

“What?”

“You were going to get a drink but didn’t make it downstairs. Maybe because tall dark and sexy distracted you.”

She felt her face fill with heat. “I’ve got water here,” she said, rushing to her office as Miles laughed at her.

Maybe she did have a crush. Just a tiny one.

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FLEX HIS MUSCLES

Zander watched Regan go back into her office with a slight pink hue on her face.

He wouldn’t call it blushing, but it was more color than she normally had.

She didn’t wear much makeup. Enough to make her look fresh and innocent though he was positive there wasn’t much innocent about her or at least around what she’d heard in her job.

He could definitely say the same in his career.

When he’d walked up the stairs and saw the two coming out together holding hands he just glanced past them, but when the woman yanked her hand back after the guy whispered something to her, he decided to slow his pace to intervene if he had to.

Rather than march over and get in the guy's face for what he was saying to his wife and cutting her down, he pointed to Trent’s office and said, “There’s a good lawyer right there if you feel the need to ditch the douchebag.”

He seriously hadn’t expected the woman to do it and thought for sure the man would get in his face. Maybe he was itching foran excuse to flex his muscles to a man who treated a woman like shit.

It was over though, the woman was in Trent Davenport’s office and the husband was gone. How she got home was her business.

“Why are you frowning?” Betsy asked him.

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