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mother said he called this morning to talk to his brother,” She replied perching on the edge of the desk.
     
    “And?”
     
    “His brother wasn’t there.”
     
    I rolled my eyes and was about to say something else when Frank strode in with a leather-clad Hunter close on his heels.
     
    Two more different yet equally virile men could not exist in the same room. Both were tall with broad shoulders and both were devilishly sexy but that was where the similarities ended.
     
    Frank was a poster-boy for metro men. His suits were always high fashion, expensive cuts and fit him as though each were made personally for him. Today he was dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt that looked like he’d rolled the sleeves to his elbows when in fact they were actually cut and stitched that way. His hair was stylishly trimmed close to his head and he even managed to pull of the sexy, unshaven shadow.
     
    Hunter on the other hand. He was about a foot taller than Frank with long black hair that fell in waves to his wide shoulders. He wore a black leather vest and matching pants that buttoned at the front and did nothing to hide the size the impressive package he kept in them.
     
    “Look, mate,” Frank was saying, throwing me a wink as he picked up his messages off Loretta’s desk. “I told you, we have skips for you but their small ones. Take ‘em or leave ‘em.”
     
    “And I told you that I don’t deal with the small shit,” Hunter growled, barely sparing me a look before taking a seat in Loretta’s chair. “Look, I’ll level with you my last client stiffed me a grand. I need cash now. I need the big one.” He spun in the chair then leaned his elbows on the desk. “I know for a fact that Mike Hicks Failed to Appear. I want it.”
     
    Me and Loretta exchanged a wide-eyed look and when she pointed to the door I didn’t argue. While the two men continued to debate I carefully picked up my bag and the file and backed out towards the door.
     
    But Hunter spotted me and met my wide grin with a glare. He looked back at Loretta. “Oh no you didn’t.”
     
    “Don’t you take that tone in my office!” She returned, all the while waving me out the door with a hand behind her.
     
    “Technically, Loretta,” Frank interrupted still sifting through the messages and mail. “It’s my office.”
     
    “At last! Some sanity.” Hunter threw his hand in the air. “Tell her to sign the job to me so I can catch the guy already.”
     
    “Yeah, I’m the one who told her to give it to Selena,” Frank said. “But I’m sure if you ask Loretta nicely she’ll hand you a bunch of other FTA’s for you to hunt down and cash in.”
     
    “What the fuck, Frank?” Hunter slammed his hand down on the desk. “You gave the biggest skip you’ve had in years to Buffy.”
     
    “My name isn’t Buffy!” I slid the file into my bag mainly so I wouldn’t be tempted to hurl it at him. “I’ve tracked down and brought in just as many skips as you have, more in fact because this is my job while you just do it part time when you’re little private dick hobby runs dry.”
     
    “Oh please,” he sighed and his head fell back, making his long black hair cascade and shimmer around his tattooed shoulders. “You chase drunk drivers and small time moron’s caught with dope. This is the big time, Barbie. Mike Hicks has been involved in gun running and armed robbery. It’s safe to say this man is packing heat.” As he was speaking his long, leather-clad legs brought him right up into my face. One hand settled on the wall behind me, just over my shoulder and he leaned down to murmur, “He’ll blow that bobble head off your shoulders before you can get past the words, “Bail enforcement.””
     
    As his lips formed those last words I could feel my chest flushing. My whole body thrummed with the anticipation of feeling those lips. Down girl!
     
    I pressed my hands against his chest. It was bare beneath the vest and just as