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wasn’t as if he usually spent evenings playing poker with the guys, but lately the emptiness seemed more profound. Maybe it was because he’d lost his best friend. Or maybe all he needed was a drink and some TV time in front of a football game.
    When the elevator stopped on the main floor, he got out and crossed to pick up his mail. On his way to the bank of locked boxes, he saw someone sitting in one of the overstuffed sofas. A familiar someone, watching him.
    Dana Birch stood. “You’re keeping late hours.”
    She wasn’t in uniform. Instead she wore jeans, a leather jacket and boots. Nothing stylish or upscale, yet the no-nonsense clothes suited her.
    Garth swung his attention to George, the evening doorman for the building. The older man shifted uncomfortably.
    â€œYou, ah, have a visitor, Mr. Duncan.”
    â€œSo I see.”
    Dana moved toward him. “Don’t blame George. His nephew is a new recruit in the Titanville sheriff’s office. I’ve helped him out a couple of times. George owes me.”
    â€œDoes he?”
    Garth got his mail and tucked it under his arm. He had his briefcase in one hand and a bag of Chinese takeout in the other. “Why are you here?”
    â€œBecause you are.”
    Not that he minded—Garth wasn’t intimidated by a powerful woman. In fact, he found the challenge appealing. There was something about Dana’s mouth, though. The fullness of the bottom lip, the slight curve at the corners. It spoke of sensuality and promise. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on his part.
    â€œStarting a fan club?” he asked.
    â€œNot exactly. I’ve taken a leave of absence from work so I can follow you. I’ll be on your ass until I figure out who and what you are.”
    â€œYou already know who I am.”
    â€œNot really. Izzy thinks you’re brother material. Skye and Lexi aren’t so sure.”
    An unexpected twist. “You’re the deciding vote?”
    She smiled. “I’m here to test your character. Think of me as a trial by fire.”
    He would give the Titan sisters points for creativity. “You don’t scare me, Dana.”
    â€œGive it time.”
    He chuckled and held up the bag of takeout. “You hungry? I have enough for two.”
    â€œLucky me.”
    â€œIs that a yes?”
    She paused for a second, before grabbing the bag. “Sure. Why not?”
    They walked toward the elevator.
    As they passed the main desk, George gave him a thumbs-up. Garth bit back a laugh. Given the fact thatDana was both prickly and determined to see the worst in him, the odds of him getting lucky that night seemed close to zero. But he was a man who enjoyed a good challenge.

CHAPTER THREE
    T HEY RODE THE ELEVATOR in silence. Dana hadn’t realized she was hungry until she inhaled the scent of the takeout and her stomach growled. Just as disconcerting was her awareness of the man standing next to her. Garth hadn’t bothered to look even slightly concerned about her showing up for the second time in two days. Why couldn’t he at least pretend to be nervous?
    They exited on the top floor and she followed him to his penthouse. He unlocked the door, then waited for her to go first.
    She walked into the dark space. Seconds later Garth flipped on lights.
    Yesterday morning she’d been more interested in the man than his home and hadn’t noticed much beyond the open floor plan and killer view. Now she ignored the display of city lights and instead concentrated on the surroundings.
    The condo had been built in a loft style, with a huge open room. The living area was in front, a dining area to the right. A half wall separated a restaurant-sized kitchen with sleek cabinets and gleaming granite fromthe rest of the room. The furniture was large, the colors subdued and masculine, the carpeting plush. The space looked expensive and comfortable, a rare combination.
    â€œYou had a good