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door, balancing a Chinese takeout paper bag on her one arm, her tote bag filled with sketch pads, fabric selections, and muslin, and a dress-form under the other arm. She unlocked her door, disengaged the alarm, and carried her load into the kitchen area. She flopped on the nearest stool and took a long, deep breath.
    The day had been very productive, but she still had a long night ahead of her. The talk with her people had gone smoothly as did the fitting session with Mrs. Ferreira, who was in town having her hair and nails done. Faith didn’t have to drive to her place after all. But she had two dozen new sketches downloaded onto her laptop, so the woman viewed the finished products on a virtual model. The computer-aided design software had cut her consultation time in half, though she’d resisting using it for so long. She still preferred to sketch by hand before transferring them to the computer.
    She removed the boxes of takeout from the bag and the tangy aroma of Kung Pao chicken and mixed veggie stir-fry filled her kitchen. Once she placed food on a plate and poured herself a glass of wine, Faith staked a corner on the L-shaped counter and pulled her sketch pad from her bag.
    She got busy, eating and working.
    The gate’s intercom on her landline phone rang and interrupted her. She reached over and pressed the intercom button to speak to the security guard. “Yes?”
    “There’s a Mr. Lambert to see you, miss. Should I let him in?”
    Her stomach dipped. She looked at her watch. It was almost ten o’clock. How did he know where she lived? “Yes, let him in.”
    Her heart picked up tempo. She left the kitchen and ducked to the nearest bathroom, the one off her living room. She looked a mess. She rinsed her mouth, put on some gloss, and finger-combed her shoulder-length hair. When her doorbell rang, she was far from ready.
    She wiped her hands on her pants and hurried to the door. Out of habit, she peeked through the peep hole. Ken was glowering at the door.

 
    CHAPTER 3

    Her heart beat at an uneven tempo as she opened the door and met his gaze head on. “Isn’t it a little late for business, Ken?”
    “Not in my line of work. Are you going to invite me in?” His voice was calm, but his eyes flashed.
    “That depends on whether you plan to yell at me or not. It’s been a long day.”
    “I don’t yell. I’m curious, that’s all.”
    “About?”
    He looked left then right at her neighbors’ closed doors. “You want to have this conversation out here?”
    The gated condo community was close-knit, and she didn’t want her business out there, so that meant letting this maddening man get his way. She stepped back and gave him space to enter. As soon as he did, he whipped around and crossed his arms, his stance wide, penetrating green eyes locked on her. Faith wasn’t intimidated by his gesture. Her cousins were just as tall, hard, and mean, and she never backed down from knocking heads with them.
    “Excuse me, I was right in the middle of dinner,” she said and skirted around him. He was on her tail as she headed to the kitchen. Her food was cold and she was still hungry. She picked up the plate, placed it in the microwave oven and punched in numbers. “Do you want something to drink, eat?”
    “No.”
    “So what is it that couldn’t wait until normal hours?”
    “You lied to me.”
    Faith blinked and turned to face him. “Excuse me?”
    “You didn’t just work for O’Neal, you were engaged to him.”
    Faith sighed. Somehow she knew he wouldn’t like that bit, so she’d omitted it in her narration during lunch. “I didn’t think it was relevant.”
    “You didn’t think….” He muttered a curse, pressed the heels of his hands on the kitchen counter, and pinned her with a glare. “I never take a case unless I know all the players and how they’re connected. I hate to be blindsided. You were his lover for four years, how could that not be relevant?” he yelled.
    “I worked for him