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penthouse again. “One of the first things I do is get a feel for the boundaries with new clients. Some people like their privacy and don’t want me to disturb their things, or they want me to stay out of certain rooms. Other people want me anywhere and everywhere, attached to their hip so to speak. What about you, Dr. Knight? Any preferences? Any limits?”
    He considered it. Attached at the hip sounded kind of interesting, though he could imagine some other places on her body where he might prefer to be attached.
    â€œNo, not really. Go ahead and snoop around, especially if you think it will help you do your job. You can go through my underwear drawer if it turns your crank.”
    She glared at him, stone-sober. No giggles. No leaping on an opportunity.
    This was new territory for sure.
    â€œThe guest room is down here,” he told her, leading the way down the hall, fully aware that she knew exactly where it was. “You know, I’ve never done this before and I’m not sure how to treat you. Like a guest, or an employee.”
    â€œI’m neither. Mostly, treat me like I’m invisible. I’ll take care of myself and try to stay out of your way as much as possible. We’ll go over the contract tomorrow, and I can fill you in more on how I work. But it’s late now, so…”
    Donovan reached the door of the guest bedroom and held out his hand for her to enter first. As her tiny body brushed by his in the doorway, he breathed in the scent of her hair again. It smelled fruity, and the fragrance wafted by him and disappeared all too quickly, leaving him feeling a little parched, so to speak.
    She glanced at the bottle of beer in his hand. “What happened to the red wine in the fancy crystal glass?”
    â€œMy mood changed. You want one?”
    She moved all the way into the room and set her bag on the bed. “No, I never drink on duty. You like Canadian beer?”
    He looked down at the label. God, she was observant. “Yeah.”
    â€œMe, too. I didn’t take you for a beer drinker,though.” She unzipped her bag, pulled out a baby monitor and an alarm clock, which she set on the bedside table.
    â€œThat’s two things then,” he said.
    â€œI beg your pardon?”
    â€œTwo things that have surprised you about me. Triathlons and beer.”
    She smiled noncommittally. “Yeah. Two things.” She pulled out a laptop and set it on the bed, then unraveled the cord and went looking for an outlet.
    Donovan continued to stand in the doorway. “Can I get you anything? Towels? Something to eat? If you don’t want a beer, there’s orange juice and Perrier and Coke and…I think there’s ginger ale—”
    â€œI’m fine. If I want anything, I’ll help myself if that’s okay.”
    â€œSure.” He continued to stand there while she plugged in her computer at the desk.
    After a moment, she approached him. “Look, you don’t have to baby-sit me. It’s my job to baby-sit you. I don’t sleep much, so I’ll be working late on some proposals for improvements to your alarm system, and making sure your place isn’t bugged. I’ve got keen ears, and when I do sleep, I generally do it with one eye open, so you can relax and get a good night’s sleep tonight, and not worry so much about being able to reach that baseball bat you’ve got stowed under your bed.”
    Donovan slowly blinked. She’d noticed the bat, too. And she wanted him out of her hair. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had told him to go away, and certainly not in a bedroom doorway at this time of the night.
    He never imagined rejection could feel so damn good. And so damn frustrating.
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    Sometime after three in the morning, wearing her tank top and plaid pajama bottoms, Jocelyn e-mailed her assistant, Tess. She gave her instructions to contact the two alarm system companies she trusted for