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hell was he and why did he want Mimi?
    And what did it matter? she reminded herself. She didn’t care who he was or who he worked for. He wasn’t welcome here. The point was to get rid of him.
    Fast.
    â€œShe’s not home.”
    â€œAre you the baby-sitter?”
    â€œIs that really your business?” Good. Keep talking. Don’t let your throat close up. Sound confident.
    â€œDefensive, aren’t you?”
    â€œNosy,” she countered, “aren’t you?”
    â€œLady, why are you making this so hard?”
    â€œWhy in the hell should I make anything easy? I don’t know you from a spot in the road.”
    His jaw worked and she could almost hear him grind his back teeth together in mounting frustration. It took him a couple of minutes, but he got himself together again enough to ask, “Fine. Okay. When’ll Ms. Castle be back?”
    Never, Tasha thought, and wished for the thousandth time that things were different. That Mimi was just off on one of her weekend “adventures.” But her latest adventure was forever, and wishing wouldn’t change a damn thing, as Tasha knew better than anyone else.
    She inhaled sharply, lifted her chin, looked him dead in the eye, and lied. She was getting pretty good at it. And for someone who hated a lie more than anything else, that was saying something. “Who knows? She’ll come back when she feels like it and not before.”
    Mr. Tassel Loafer didn’t like that one bit. His sharply defined features twisted into a scowl and he reached up to shove one hand impatiently through his hair. “Look,” he said, taking another step closer. “This is important. I have to see her. Talk to her.”
    As casually as she could manage, Tasha lifted one hand, grabbed the screen door handle, snicked it completely closed, and flipped the lock. A flimsy barrier, she knew, but it was better than nothing. Just in case Gucci Guy decided to press the issue.
    â€œWell, she’s not here, so you can’t.”
    â€œIt’s about her foster son,” he said tightly, “Jonas Baker.”
    Everything inside Tasha went cold and still. There it was. Plainly said. Jonas. He was here about Jonas. Fear rippled along her spine, but she managed to keep from shivering. It was never a good thing to let youropponent know that you were rattled. And she’d learned long ago to
never
show fear. Even when you were choking on it.
    She took another long, hard look at him. Those dark brown eyes of his were fixed on her face and she tried to read what might be written there. But all she could see was his frustration.
    She didn’t want to ask. Didn’t want to invite him even an inch further into their lives. She wanted to make this guy go away and leave them alone. But she couldn’t afford to send him off without at least getting an idea as to what was going on. Why he was so interested in Mimi. After all, she told herself grimly, know your enemy.
    â€œWhat about Jonas?” she demanded, keeping her voice low. There wasn’t really a need for quiet, though. Jonas kept the TV high enough to block the sound of machine-gun fire.
    â€œIs he here?”
    â€œOf course he’s here, he lives here.”
    Gucci smiled again and nodded stiffly. “Sure. Stupid question. Okay, since Mimi’s not here, can I talk to him?”
    â€œNo,” Tasha said sharply. “Mister, I’ve already told you. I don’t know you from a hole in the wall. Why in the hell would I let you inside my house to talk to Jonas?”
    He blew out a breath that ruffled his hair. Brown eyes narrowed as he considered her a full minute before he said tightly, “That’s between me and Ms. Castle. And Jonas.”
    â€œSwell,” she countered, and congratulated herself silently when her voice didn’t shake. So much for gettinga little information. “Then you can wait for Mimi to get back to take care of