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wait that long if it's necessary, but I still need to speak to Vinnie. Would you know how I can get in touch with him?"
    My smile must have been the giveaway, because he stopped talking and just stared for a second.
    With a hand extended, I shook his and said, “Vinnie Esposito, nice to meet you."
    An odd gleam entered his eyes, as though he considered this might be a joke, but he recovered and said, “Aaron Grant."
    "So Mr. Grant, why would you want to live here?” Don't ask me why I asked that question. Since Livvy's death and the parcel incident, I figured there was need for a certain amount of caution even though I was curious as hell.
    "Aaron, please. Proximity to work is an issue and I thought this would allow me to have that. The village atmosphere has appeal and yet Providence is within ten minutes or so. What do you say?” Charm oozed and flowed over me like lava, while his pearly whites glistened.
    "I'd like to think about it if you don't mind. Besides, these rooms still have to be done. The rent is high as well, and I'm not sure what you're willing to pay.” There was that procrastination thing again.
    Dark eyebrows lifted a tad and Aaron asked what the rent was. I pulled a fictitious number out of my head and he smiled. Apparently it wouldn't be a problem.
    "I have references if you'd like and Detective Bellini from the Providence Police Department said you might be in search of a tenant. I'm single with no encumbrances in case you're interested.” The gorgeous smile widened to a full-on grin.
    "Uh huh, I'll take that into consideration along with the references.” My smile matched his as my brown eyes wandered over him while he stared around the room. He checked the fireplace, and then glanced out the windows.
    Grant was impeccably dressed in cream colored trousers with a crease sharp enough to slice cake. Wavy dark hair lay trim against the collar of a lightweight material shirt that showed off a tan most women would kill for. A heavy gold watch rested on his wrist while deep rust-colored shoes appeared handmade. With the kind of money his attire screamed, I was curious as to why he needed to rent an apartment, especially this apartment. The need for answers niggled at me, but if Bellini had sent him, well, that was different. We had our differences, but Bellini was a good man.
    Aaron wandered around the rest of the rooms, opened cabinets and peered inside closets. I watched him look under sinks and check out the laundry room. He appeared comfortable with the apartment, too large, but hey, who am I to talk, he was only a half head taller than me. I imagined him in a gorgeous home that featured vaulted ceilings and high peaked windows, not to mention a humongous fireplace and lots of imported marble. Okay, so my imagination was out of control again.
    Hunky wrote the references on a snippet of paper I found in the kitchen drawer and left his cell phone number. I watched him head outside and fold his muscular frame into a black SUV. The license plate read “HIRLLR” as in High Roller maybe? Hmm.
    I glanced down at the bit of paper. The script was bold and symmetrical, just like him. As I tucked it into my shorts pocket, Lanky scrambled through the door all goggle eyed. Gosh, I guess he thought The Hunk was special too.
    "Did you check out those biceps?” he asked. “I could swing off those for days."
    His delight brought a hoot of laughter from me. “You could, huh?” I chuckled. “What did you guys discuss while I was downstairs?” Curiosity, my major problem, always led to trouble, no doubt about it.
    "Not much now that you ask. We talked a lot, but he didn't give any information away. Strange, now that I think of it. Huh.” His brows knit together as he glanced at me with a grin. “I'm ready for lunch, how about you?"
    "Oh yeah, I've worked so hard this morning that I'm famished.” Guilt stole over his face, and I threw my arm around his shoulder. We headed down the stairs and out the door.
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