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forehead, and he impatiently pushed them back. Goddamn, he was sexy when he did that.
    "My friend Jenny. She's invested in something shady and wants me to prove it."
    "Why did she do that?"
    "You mean apart from the fact she trusts everyone and functions on half a brain cell?"
    "There's another reason?"
    "Her manager talked her into it."
    "Manager? Ah, right, she's your actress friend."
    I'd told him all about Jenny earlier, but he'd obviously filed that conversation into the part of his brain labeled Blah Blah Blah . "She is. She's also one quarter of Play Group."
    "Is that the new show on HBO?"
    "No, they're a kids entertainment group. They're doing a series of live shows in Renford at the moment. She heard I was a P.I. and—"
    "How? You only just became a P.I. this morning."
    "—she asked me to look into it."
    He rested his elbows on the chair arms and steepled his fingers. "How will you do that?"
    It was a test to see if I was ready. Okay, I could do this. Time to prove I'd learned something from chapter one. "I'll check out the manager's credit history, see if he has a criminal record, that sort of thing."
    He nodded. "Seems like a harmless case. It's yours. I'll help if you need it of course."
    I'd passed! I leaned over the desk and kissed him deeply on the lips. He made a gurgling sound then grabbed me and pulled me across the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor, but neither of us cared. We were both lost in the moment, the kiss taking over, the heat rising between us and warming me all the way to my toes.
    Will could be funny that way. He seemed like such a stickler for rules and doing things right and then he'd go and mess up his workspace for a kiss.
    We pulled apart before I ended up giving him a lap dance. That might have been okay when there was just the two of us in the office, but it would be kind of embarrassing if Faith caught us.
    Which reminded me. "What's Faith's story?"
    He bent down to pick up the scattered paperwork off the floor. "Why don't you ask her?" he said without looking up.
    "Because I want to hear it from you first. How do you know her?"
    He straightened and replaced the papers on his desk. His dark hair hung over his forehead, not quite meeting his eyebrows. It was sexy in a brooding kind of way and I liked it, although I'd threatened to cut it more than once. If he wanted to attract new clients, he needed a respectable short back and sides. A decent haircut and a clean shave would give him the edge over the other P.I.s of Renford. Most of the ones I'd met could have gotten parts as extras in Gorillas in the Mist .
    "I don't know her very well," he said.
    "Well enough to give her the job here."
    He conceded the point with a tip of his head. "Look, Cat." He came round from behind his desk and placed his big hands on my shoulders. "I know this will just about kill you, but I can't tell you. I don't have that right. Let's just say Faith and I met under…unfortunate circumstances which she might not want you to know."
    Great. A mystery woman. I hated mysteries.
    He rubbed my shoulders with his thumbs. Maybe he thought I needed calming down. God knows why.
    "Okay," I said, starting to enjoy the massage.
    He dropped his hands. "Okay? Really? That doesn't bother you?"
    "No." Liar . "Why would it?"
    "Because you like to know everything that goes on around here."
    Someone has to , I wanted to say but didn't. I adored Will and what had happened with Carl was only partly his fault. I would never rub his nose in it.
    "It's a healthy curiosity, that's all," I said, defensively.
    He drew me into a gentle hug and rubbed the back of my neck. It was a tactic he often used in the middle of an argument, because he knew it lowered my barriers. I was a sucker for a tender cuddle.
    "You know what they say about cats and their curiosity," he murmured into my hair. "That's what scares me about you sometimes, Cat Sinclair."
    "Sorry." I breathed in his intoxicating scent, a blend of sunshine and the day's toils that