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“Talk to me,” I demanded.

“The daughter, Taylor, worked for Miranda’s company for two years.”

“Worked. Past tense.”

“She was fired,” he said. “It doesn’t say in the notes for what, but I figure you can find out that information.”

“Why didn’t we notice this when we were going over employee records?”

“Because she’d gotten married, then divorced, but she kept her married name.”

“Send me what you have. I’ll ask Miranda what she knows.”

“Will do,” Tig said, ending the call.

“What’s going on?” Miranda asked as soon as I moved back into her place, turning to lock the sliding door before facing her.

“We have a potential lead,” I told her.

“A real lead? Or a suspicious envelope with a sweet invitation in it sort of lead?” she asked, waving toward the card on the table.

“A possible real lead,” I clarified. “About your doorman, actually.”

“I thought that was a dead-end.”

“It was. Until we figured out that his daughter had once worked for you. And she was fired.”

“Oh,” Miranda said, exhaling hard.

“Hey, let’s not, okay?” I said, reaching out to snag her chin, drawing it up until she was forced to face me.

“Let’s not what?” she asked.

“Think about it tonight,” I suggested. “Why ruin a good night with information that will be just as relevant in the morning as it is right now?”

“You know… I don’t hate that logic,” she admitted, giving me a soft smile.

“You know what sounds better than worrying about shit we don’t need to be worrying about?”

“What?” she asked, likely thinking I was about to suggest coffee or dessert.

“A nice soak in a hot tub,” I told her.

“You… you want to take a bath.”

“Not particularly, no. I want you to take a bath. And I want to be as close to you when you’re naked as possible,” I clarified.

I expected her to brush me off.

So I was surprised when she reached out to take my hand… then started to walk down the hallway toward her bedroom, through it, and into the bath.

“Turn on the water,” she demanded as she reached up to unclasp her earrings.

I didn’t even hesitate.

I stopped the tub and ran the water, even poured some of the bombs and salts that were lying around into it, then sat my ass down on the edge of it, watching as she moved toward me, then turned her back on me.

“Zipper,” she demanded, making me reach up to undo it. Did I go ahead and run my finger down her exposed spine? Yes, of course I did.


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