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features. It was her ability to quickly read people and situations that made her good at her job, and perhaps the same reason she was single at twenty eight.
                  What demons haunt you, James Alexander Monroe , she thought.
                  "We should clear these dishes," he said looking aw ay from her. "I hope you have room for dessert."
                  Willow helped him clear the table. She loaded the dishwasher against all protest s from him. In another ten minutes the kitchen was clear of all evidence of dinner except for a pot of meat sauce that was cooling on the stove to be later jarred and refrigerated.
                  She roamed the living room area after he disappeared down the hallway. There were pictures of his family o n the wall above th e fireplace and on the mantle. There were also pictures of his old army unit, but the only picture she found of him was as a child. The picture was of a pretty blond girl, a dark haired older boy, she assumed was his brother, and a dark haired James staring straight at the camera. Even then he had captivating eyes that seemed to look right through you.
                  He cleared his throat as he entered the room. Willow turned to look at him.
                  "You are noticeably absent from this collection," she said.
                  "I see myself in the mirror every morning," he replied.
                  "What about before the war?"
                  "That was a different life."
                  "I didn't know you had a sister." She pointed to the picture with the three children.
                  "I didn't. That is Stacey Wagman," he replied.
                  Willow knew of Stacey Wagman. She was the fiancée he had ditched to go to war. She was the woman he was supposed to marry after the fiasco in Miami.
                  "You ’v e known her for a long time."
                  "You never really know a person," he said with a note of sadness in his voice. "But we were friends for a long time."
                  "Do you keep in touch?"
                  "Yes." 
                  "Is this Larry's father?" She pointed to a picture of an older gentleman dressed in military uniform.
                  "Yes. He was my commanding officer."
                  "You knew Larry and Cassandra before going to war?"
    "No. I hired them when I got back."
    "Oh."
                  "I'll get dessert and then we can talk more about you and less about me."
    He started towards the kitchen and she followed. The fresh scent of coffee percolating teased her nose. He must have done that while she was busy perusing the photos.
                  "My life is not as colorful," she said. 
                  "I beg to differ."
                  He removed chocolate mousse cake from the refrigerator.
                  "What did Larry tell you about me?" s he asked.
                  "I haven't spoken to Larry. I usually make my own decision regarding my dates," James said though he knew Larry had done preliminary checks on the new property owner. "Larry is for the hard stuff. Are you a Russian Spy?"
                  "No."
                  "How about an Iranian Spy?"
                  "No."
    "A spy of any sorts?"
    "No."
                  "Do you have plans to overthrow or disrupt the government?"
                  "That depends on what you mean by disrupt," she gave him a sly smile. "If you not attending your duties as you should is disruptive, then I suppose I'm guilty as charged."
                  "I would classify that as a much needed distraction," James replied.
                  "Well, then the answer is no, I have no intention of overthrowing or disrupting the