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decorator,” she said.
    Garth tossed his leather briefcase and mail onto a table by the door and shrugged out of his suit jacket. “Thanks. He did a nice job.”
    â€œNot a woman? Color me surprised.”
    â€œI appreciate talent in either gender.”
    â€œAren’t you Mr. Open-minded?”
    He came up beside her and pointed to the large, wood dining room table. “Shall we?”
    She walked to the table and set down the bag. He crossed to a built-in wine cellar tucked in the wet bar between the dining and living rooms.
    â€œWine?” he asked. “Or are you on duty?”
    â€œWine is fine.”
    He returned with two glasses and a bottle of red. Dana didn’t recognize the label, which wasn’t a huge surprise. She was more of a beer drinker.
    â€œPlates are in the kitchen,” he said, walking to a buffet, opening a drawer and pulling out a corkscrew.
    She walked into the big kitchen and hit the lights. There was counter space for twenty, double sinks, double ovens and a warming drawer.
    â€œYour caterer must love working here. All you need are minions.”
    â€œI have minions. It’s their night off.”
    She turned away so he couldn’t see her smile, then opened cupboards until she found plates. The flatware was in the drawer below. After grabbing a couple of paper towels for napkins, she returned to the dining room.
    He’d put the now-full wineglasses at one end of the table, across from each other. While she set out the plates, he put containers of Chinese food in front of them.
    â€œIt’s a historic occasion,” he said as they sat. “Did you want to say a few words?”
    â€œNone would be fit for polite society.”
    He winked. “I’m not that polite.”
    â€œTrue.”
    He offered her what looked like kung pao chicken. “You’re serious about the leave of absence?”
    She scooped the spicy chicken onto her plate. “Absolutely. My new job is you. I know that makes your heart all quivery.”
    Instead of serving himself, he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and took a sip of wine.
    â€œI wouldn’t describe any part of me as quivery, but I am curious as to your plan.”
    â€œI told you. Watch, follow, catch you being bad.”
    He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “There will be so many opportunities.”
    â€œYou think you’re all that, don’t you?”
    â€œI know I am.”
    The man had balls, Dana thought as she reached forthe egg rolls. Really big ones. And an ego the size of the Titanic . Both of which could work in her favor. If he didn’t think she was a threat, he would be careless. And that’s when she would see the real Garth Duncan.
    He served himself from the containers. The overhead lights flattered his dark good looks and his easygoing personality made him an appealing dinner companion. He must have women lining up five deep to get a shot at him and his fortune. Fortunately, she was immune. She could certainly appreciate what she saw, but she wasn’t interested. He wasn’t her type.
    â€œYou must be disappointed,” he said. “My interview with the Dallas Police Department didn’t include questionable practices. They were polite and didn’t once beat me with a pipe.”
    â€œAnother hope crushed. I’ll get over it. There’s always tomorrow.” She sipped her wine. It was a smooth red that would probably be described as saucy or impatient or something else equally stupid. She just thought it was good.
    â€œIzzy and Skye came to see me today,” he said. “Izzy’s determined to save me from myself.”
    â€œShe has more heart than sense.”
    â€œNot a fault you share?”
    â€œI’m heartless,” she said cheerfully.
    â€œThen we have that in common.”
    â€œLucky us. You might have snowed Izzy, but the rest of the sisters won’t be so easy.”
    â€œI wasn’t