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cases. This was ridiculous and so completely unprofessional to want—those hands. But she did.
    She swallowed, her adam’s apple surged painfully. “Okay, wisenheimer—I think the aliens kidnapped you in Cozumel. I don’t know who you are but you’re not my boss. He has no sense of humor at all, and couldn’t tell a joke to save his life. What happened to you?”
    A flash of something crossed his eyes. Fear perhaps? Disappointment? A taxi whirred past and his gaze followed it before answering in the soft husky tone that was also a new addition from the vacation. “Let’s just say I don’t want to be that guy anymore. If that’s who you think I should be, just say so. If everyone else wants me to be that guy, well, it’s going to be tough but I’ll try. Me? I just thought change might be good. Interesting even.”
    Next he was going to tell her he’d joined a convent and found religion. Or maybe he’d spent the entire time on the beach meditating and cleansing, which gave him a new perspective. His eyes were clear and bright void of spiny blood veins, which, if she was honest never happened. While his hair was shaggy, it smelled clean. It wasn’t oiled back as he normally did. The other look was more cosmopolitan but this one—definitely sexy. Sexi-er. Had he gone to rehab maybe? Was that why he’d disappeared?
    She focused on his face for a second and frowned. Rehab. Well, that was a shocker. Would it last? What triggered it? Would it help solve the cases? She prayed that maybe he also had a desire to confess and give himself up.
    She repeated his word, “Interesting,” then called Foster to bring the car around for them.

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    H ad she bought the story? I sure as hell wouldn’t. Who changed their colors that quickly or sporadically? None of the people he knew, that was for sure.
    Like she said, he wasn’t her boss. Thank God for that. Logan Indiris was one person he was glad not to behave like. Ironic since that’s exactly what he was doing. Pretending to be the asshole. Admittedly, even he probably came out smelling like a rose next to that dude.
    A thought popped into his head and Baden stilled. Had the man ever laid a hand on her? He shot a glance at her profile—not likely. She wasn’t the type to hang around for abuse, and very likely could kick his ass if he’d tried. Logan’s ass, not Baden’s. Nobody kicks my ass anymore. Regardless, the only certainty was that this woman would definitely not work for a man who hurt her physically. Mentally, she seemed to be okay with Logan’s Type-A shit, but that’s where it stopped. For some reason Gemma seemed one most likely to put a man in cuffs if he got physical.
    Besides Logan took his grievances out on people who either never saw it coming or were too weak to defend themselves—like the mystery date from the other night. Whoever that chick was, she had surprised him and given as good as she got in the end. Don’t forget you finished the job. His face was mashed potatoes when you left. Baden reminded himself that he should check the local hospitals.
    And not get overly comfortable with this life of luxury. He cast another glance at Gemma. Better not get too attached to the company either.
    He managed to grab a few minutes alone with a phone but it wasn’t until he made it back to the office several hours later. He checked the internet on Logan’s computer and found numbers for the hospitals, then dialed all of them. Not one had admitted a thirty-ish male with Logan’s description the night before. Where the hell was he? Had he just walked away? Was the man concussed and wandering around the streets all bloodied and incoherent?
    Or worse, was he sprawled in a ditch somewhere? To be safe, he dialed the coroner’s office and asked if there was some sort of death report for the past week. The person on the line hesitated at the question, which probably was an odd request. He made up a story. “I have a college friend who died in the