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her."
     
    "She'll get help," Diesel said. "She'll be okay."
     
    I took another handful of chips, fed a couple to Bob, and turned my attention back to the game. A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. Diesel got the door and ushered Annie Hart into my living room. She was a little shorter than me, a little plumper, a little older. She had short, curly brown hair and lively brown eyes and a nice mouth. She smiled at Diesel and me, and the smile produced crinkle lines at the corners of her eyes. She was wearing a bright red hooded jacket, jeans, and boots, and she had her purse tucked into the crook of her arm.
     
    Diesel introduced us. "Annie Hart, this is Stephanie Plum. Stephanie, meet Annie Hart."
     
    I stood and extended my hand. "It's a pleasure."
     
    "Have you seen the files?" she asked me.
     
    "Yes."
     
    "It's very important that you help these people have a good Valentine's Day. And it's so close. Today is Friday and Valentine's Day is Monday. Of course, the real goal is lifelong love, but truthfully, that's icing on the cake." She flicked her eyes at Diesel. "We all love Diesel, but relationships aren't his strength. Diesel runs on pure testosterone, and relationships need a little estrogen."
     
    "Pure testosterone… that would explain his wardrobe," I said.
     
    Annie and I took a moment to assess the grungy thermal shirt, beat-up boots, and two-day beard.
     
    "Exactly," Annie said. "Although, it seems to work for him."
     
    "You have to go with what you've got," Diesel said.
     
    "I have a good feeling about you," Annie said to me. "You have a lovely aura. I hope you don't mind the intrusion, but I had to see for myself. I really feel much better now. Call me if you have problems. Any time of the day or night. I've made promises to these people, and I hate not to keep a promise. I've really tried hard with Charlene Klinger, but I've been terribly off the mark. She says she doesn't want a man in her life, but I know that's not true. She's a good person, and she deserves to have a loving helpmate."
     
    "Can I get you something?" I asked. "Coffee? A drink?"
     
    "I'd love that, but I promised this would be short. Perhaps when everything is settled we can visit. I know you have some romance problems."
     
    I shot a look at Diesel. "Blabbermouth."
     
    "Oh dear, no," Annie said. "Diesel didn't say anything. I just have a sense of these things. What are you doing on Valentine's Day?"
     
    "No plans so far. I guess Diesel and I will be finishing things up for you."
     
    "My word, you're not going to spend Valentine's Day with Diesel, are you?"
     
    "I hadn't actually thought about it."
     
    "Not a good idea," Annie said. "He's a heartbreaker."
     
    "We don't have that sort of relationship," I told her.
     
    "If you spend enough time in his company, the pheromones will wear you down… and the dimples."
     
    "Diesel has dimples?"
     
    "Just ignore them," Annie said. "And don't worry about your issue with commitment. As soon as I get out of jail, we'll have a good sit-down, and I'll solve that problem for you. Goodness, the answer is obvious. Clearly you belong with—"
     
    And Annie was gone.
     
    "Did she just disappear?" I asked Diesel.
     
    Diesel was sunk into the couch. "I don't know. I wasn't watching. I've got hockey on, and the Rangers scored a goal."
     
    "Jeez," I said. "That was weird."
     
    "Yeah, welcome to my world," Diesel said, returning to the bag of chips. "Would you get me another beer?"
     
    I opened my eyes and looked up at Diesel. He was dressed but unshaven, holding a mug of coffee.
     
    "What time is it?" I asked. "And why are you in my bedroom?"
     
    "It's six o'clock. Rise and shine, cutie pie."
     
    "Go away. I'm not ready to rise and shine." Diesel shoved me over a couple inches, sat on the edge of the bed, and sipped his coffee. "We need to wrap this up before Annie gets restless again."
     
    "What on earth are we going to do at six in the morning?"
     
    "I have plans."
     
    I pushed