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“Nope.”

“I’m not trying to be nosy. Since I’m new here, I really don’t know all the agents very well yet.”

“It’s fine. How long have you been here now?”

“Almost seven months now. I like it.”

“Good. We’re happy to have you. You did a hell of a job helping Creed get those bastards who killed Mac.”

Killian nodded as the men stepped from the elevator when it stopped at their floor, and made their way into the office, then strode to their desks. Killian’s was across the room from Creed McBride’s and he saw him seated behind his.

“Morning, Creed.”

“Hey, good morning, Killian. Did you have a good weekend?”

“I did. How about you and Abbie?”

Creed grinned. “We had a great weekend. We stayed home and did nothing.”

“Best kind in my opinion.” Killian pulled the chair up behind him and sat down.

As the day wore on, Killian hoped Celine would call or text but by the end of the day, he hadn’t heard from her. Shrugging, he realized that maybe she hadn’t been as interested in him as he was in her. Women. Who knew how their minds worked? He gave up trying to figure them out years ago. At forty-two, he knew better than to even think he could know. He’d had high hopes though. Oh, well. It wasn’t meant to be, he supposed.

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Celine quickly entered her townhome, locked the door behind her, and went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes. She didn’t dress up much at work, but nothing felt better than lounge pants and a T-shirt to her.

After changing, she returned to the kitchen to make dinner. She opened the freezer but couldn’t find anything that appealed to her.

“I should have stopped at the diner,” she muttered, knowing it was too late now. With a sigh, she made a salad and brought it to the living room. When her phone buzzed, she saw it was Brenna calling.

“Hey,” Celine answered.

“Hi, what’s up?”

“Just eating a salad. It’s too hot for anything else.”

“Tell me about it. I was wondering if you wanted to meet for lunch tomorrow?”

“Is everything okay? Are you getting bored with school being out for the summer?” Celine teased with a smile.

“Is it that obvious?” Brenna laughed.

“Just a little. Sure, we can grab lunch tomorrow.”

After deciding on a time, they chatted for a while before hanging up. Celine loved Brenna; she was one of her best friends, along with Kinley Wilson, and Sydney Wright. All three were wonderful women. She had met them at the coffee shop one day and hit it off immediately. Celine had even been Brenna’s maid of honor when she married Beau McCallister recently. A frown crossed Celine’s face as she thought about Beau. He was a livestock agent, so she wondered if he knew Killian. Picking up her phone again, she called Brenna back.

“Changing your mind already?” Brenna teased when she answered. Celine chuckled,

“Nope. Is Beau home?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Can you ask him if he knows Killian Doyle?”

“Of course, he does.”

“Do you know him?”

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