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much television but assumed “Clark” was some geek from a show she watched. As Terrence, his butler, could attest, she had a strange, if quirky, sense of humor. Yet another thing he loved about her. He snagged a button-down shirt off a hanger and headed to the garage.
    He wasn’t sure if he’d find something but as much as he hated doing it, he had no choice but to search everyone’s office. Stopping dead in his tracks he groaned, slapping himself on the forehead. Of course, why hadn’t he thought of it earlier? He changed his text to Lizzy. “Come back here. I have a better idea.” She replied with question marks. “Trust me,” he typed and was pleased with himself when she sent an “On my way.”
    She trusted him. He’d known that of course. She’d given him her entire savings. Obviously she’d known he wouldn’t run off with her money but having her believe he could—they could—turn her initial investment into major profits really did make him feel like Superman. He shook his head, considering what she’d called him in her text. Had she meant Clark Kent? If she had, he’d take it as a compliment.
    Satisfied with himself, he went to his office and took out his black book from inside his desk. Still exactly where he’d written it was the password to Victoria’s e-mail. The woman had admitted to having the same password since high school. For some reason she’d thought Jabberwocky was cute and couldn’t give it up. If luck was on his side, she hadn’t bothered to change it after their split.
    He opened his laptop. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as his doorbell rang. He considered ignoring it, but if the police had returned, he didn’t want them saying he wasn’t cooperating. He reached the door when the bell rang a second time.
    He saw Lizzy on the other side, wearing jeans and a simple white tank with a short bomber jean jacket, instead of the chef jacket she managed to make look so sexy.
    â€œThat was fast.”
    â€œNah, I was a few blocks over at Maggie’s. Too tired to go all the way home. She says hi by the way.” She pushed past him. “So what do you got?”
    â€œCome,” he said, unable to stop from sounding excited.
    Her eyebrows shot up as she followed him to his office. “What’s got you all giddy?”
    â€œI can be a little slow sometimes, but never let it be said I’m not smart.”
    â€œSays the guy who lives in a multi-million dollar mansion.”
    â€œThis house was Victoria’s idea.” He grabbed an extra chair and placed it beside his behind the desk so they could both see the computer screen. “It’s pretentious and in your face. I prefer the house in Tahoe. It’s why she and I never went together. She claimed it made her feel like camping.” Damn, how he not seen what a snot she was?
    â€œI’ve catered there. If that house is camping, my condo’s a bus station.”
    â€œI’m sure your condo is very nice. Victoria was a spoiled brat and I, unfortunately, only added to her sense of superiority.”
    â€œDon’t blame yourself,” she said, sitting. “She would have made Barbie jealous. Hard to see past all that perfection.”
    Duncan sat too. “She wasn’t real. No one is perfect and those who think they are need a reality check. I needed a reality check,” he said with a vehemence that shocked even him.
    â€œWow, and here I thought you were over her.”
    â€œOf course I’m over her.” Why would she think otherwise?
    â€œPeople tend to let go of their anger when they’re over something.” She swiped the touchpad on his computer and an image of a pristine lake with the perfect mountain setting popped up, the view from his Lake Tahoe home.
    He sighed, considering how to respond to that. He was still angry, very angry, but not at Victoria. “I’m mad