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well. I think I'm ready for Monday."
    "Wow, that was fast. The way you were talking I figured you'd be working all day Sunday too."
    I stood and brushed off my hands. "Nope, I'm all good."
    "Great!" He brushed the back of his hand across my cheek. "In that case, I'll plan something fun tomorrow. Might as well enjoy the amazing weather."
    "Can't wait." I got up and hugged him, unable to resist his boyish enthusiasm.
     
    Cold rain the next morning washed away our plans for a hike. A phone call from a manager at one of the other companies Tyler owned put a final nail in the coffin. He ended the call, a grim look on his face.
    "There's word someone is trying to steal programmers from Vermillion Unicorn," he told me.
    "Is that your company that programs apps for mobile devices?"
    He nodded. "Out of all the companies Hugo's father gave him for the sibling rivalry contest, this is the only one that actually performed well out of the box."
    "How does someone steal programmers?"
    "By offering them more money, better benefits, and so forth." He sighed. "I've spent so much time focusing on OnTech I haven't kept track of the other companies."
    I folded my arms across my chest. "I'm surprised you're acting so responsibly."
    "I gave what you said a lot of thought. If I'm going to be more human, I need to be responsible and figure out why I should care what happens to other people." He put on slacks and a blue button-up shirt. "Fake it 'til you make it, right?"
    "I suppose." I felt a bit sad that he had to leave when we could've just spent the day cuddling inside. "I'd like to come. Perhaps it would help if I knew more about your other businesses."
    He paused in the middle of buckling his belt. "Sure, if you want."
    I suddenly felt very presumptuous. It wasn't as if I knew a thing about managing multi-million dollar companies. "Then again, maybe I'd just be in the way."
    Tyler slipped his arms around my waist and planted a kiss on my lips. "You're never in the way."
    I smiled. "Let me get ready." My phone chimed. I walked to the dresser and picked it up to see a text from George Walker.
    We have two vampires in custody who might have information about the blood bank massacre. Would appreciate your help questioning them. Can pick you up in twenty minutes.
    I wasn't precisely sure how I could help with an interrogation.
    Tyler came up behind me. "Let me guess—George or Isabel."
    "George." I showed him the text.
    "Looks like we both have important business to attend today."
    "I suppose so."
    Tyler's driver, Joe, picked him up in a black SUV in the covered drive of the Gregorian.
    Joe nodded when he saw me. "Hello, Miss Glass."
    "Hey, Joe. Having a good weekend?"
    "Excellent, thanks for asking."
    Tyler kissed me. "I love you. Let me know when you're back."
    "I will."
    Tyler nipped my ear. "Until later, hot stuff." He turned and walked to the vehicle.
    Joe held open the rear door for Tyler and gave me a questioning look. "Aren't you getting in?"
    I shook my head. "My ride will be along shortly. Keep Tyler out of trouble, okay?"
    He smiled and quickly covered it up. "Yes, ma'am." Joe climbed in the front and drove away.
    George's sleek car pulled silently into the drive a few moments later. He got out and opened the passenger door for me. "Good day, Miss Glass."
    "You can call me Emily."
    "I prefer keeping it professional."
    I groaned and slid into the front seat. "Calling me Emily won't make it any less professional. I call you George and not Mr. Walker."
    George closed the door and went around to the driver's seat. "I'll consider it."
    "Where's your BFF today?"
    He raised an eyebrow. "I'm not familiar with that term."
    "Best friend forever."
    He smiled. "Ah, Mr. Sticks saw no reason to accompany me since I'm taking you to our holding facility."
    "After watching him fight I know why you call him Mr. Sticks."
    "Because he uses staffs?" George pulled into his favorite blind alley. "That actually has nothing to do with it. Sticks is his last