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admitted. “We were pretty free and easy during the campaign, handing out keys to just about anyone. It’s not as if there was anything in here to steal, so …”
    “Lookit, I’m sorry, I gotta go. I’m already late to a meeting and …” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a business card, which she took. “This is my number. If there’s trouble call 9-1-1, but after that, make sure you also call me.” With a nod, he turned to the door.
    “Detective Callahan,” Jenn said.
    He turned back. “Mick,” he told her. “One of my many cousins is Michael, too. He’s older, so I got stuck with Mick.”
    “Are you going to file a report?”
    “Since there’s no real threat, best I can do is make a note about it,” he said, apologetic. “Beat cops’ll keep an eye out, but… It would be good if you punched up your own security.”
    “Yeah,” Jenn said. “About that. Maria—the assemblywoman—she’ll definitely get an alarm system installed here, but… It’s herown safety that she tends to be somewhat cavalier about. I wonder if you could … come back and … maybe … talk to her directly?”
    He glanced at his watch again, but he didn’t sigh with disgust. “When’s she gonna be in?”
    Maria had been nearly to Kingston when Jenn had called her. She looked at her own watch. “With traffic … ? Probably four thirty or five.”
    “Keep her here till six,” Mick said, “and I’ll drop in after my shift.”
    “No,” Jenn said. “You don’t have to do that—”
    “Yeah,” he said, with another of those killer smiles. “I know.”
    “Thanks,” she said, and despite the fact that her insides were melting—or quite possibly because of it—she found herself adding, “I’m also curious. I’m, um … What just happened here?”
    Her heart was in her throat, because it was completely unlike her to be so flirtatious. She hadn’t gone out on a date, hadn’t so much as looked twice at a man in the four months since the tragedy with Scooter Randall.
    Of course the detective didn’t understand what she was asking, so now she was forced to explain. “You weren’t very, um, friendly when you first got here and now you are. Friendly, I mean—and …” Jenn trailed off, unable to bring herself to say
I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get a drink later?
    “Yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Sorry about the attitude before. I just… It’s been a bitch of a week and … I wasn’t expecting … But then you kinda crushed me like a bug, and … You reminded me so much of my sister, it just, um …”
    His
sister
.
    “Ah,” Jenn said. “Of course.”
    “We’re twins and …”
    “Twins.”
    “She moved to England three years ago, and, well, I guess I haven’t had a good bug crush since.” He winked at her, the way hemight wink at a little kid or, yes, a sister. “I appreciate it, Jennilyn. I’ll see you later.”
    And with that, he was gone.
    She usually hated it when people used her full name—it was so feminine and flowery and it made her feel like a misnamed giant. And not a good giant like an Amazon warrior or Xena, but an ungainly one who wore sturdy shoes and support hose to keep her ankles from becoming even more sausage-like—even though her own ankles were actually quite nice.
    But when Mick Callahan called her Jennilyn in his slightly husky voice, it had sounded like music.
    Except he’d already gone and sistered her. He was not the first to do that—and he wouldn’t be the last. In fact, the only thing that she could predict more accurately than the fact that the attractive, friendly man she’d just met was going to tell her that she reminded him of his sister, was the fact that the attractive, friendly man whom she reminded of his sister always,
always
fell in love with her gorgeous best friend at first sight.
    Always.
    So even if Detective Steamy Hot
hadn’t
sistered her—twin-sistered her, which, okay,
was
a first—she’d be facing
that
impending