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other agencies. That was no surprise to her, with her secret weapon on board. 
    She continued reading the newspaper. She felt gratified because the more she read the article on the latest missing girl, the more confident she felt that she was still alive. 
    She has a lot of chance to be found. That was the most important of all. So Evie closed her eyes and started doing her job. 

Chapter Two
    JUST as Evie was starting to enter a voluntary trance to divine more information, she heard the door to her office open. It startled her a little because rarely did clients come here this early in the morning. 
    “Hello, I’m back here!” she called still looking down at the newspaper. She heard the thread of footsteps on the floor going to the direction of her office, and those footsteps stopping just right outside her door.
    “Well, if it isn’t Evie Snow,” a sexy deep voice, almost like a purring growl, said to her. 
    Evie’s head jerked up, and she stared up into the face of a man that she had never believed she would see again. 
    At first she was speechless, but she soon found her voice. 
    “Hunter Vale,” she said with some derision. “What on earth are you doing here?” 
    “It says on your door out there that you run a private detective agency. I would like to hire you.” 
    “Seriously?” Evie snorted. “What kind of game are you playing with me? I only take clients that are serious about my services.”
    “What makes you think that I’m not serious about what you do; and also the need to hire you?” Hunter countered. 
    Her eye sight thinned as she continued to stare at him, and his length began adjusting to the tiny slit that remained between the lids. She liked that making her eyes squint like that gave the illusion of him getting smaller. In fact, Hunter Vale was a tall, slim, rather elegant-looking man. It wasn’t that he was really elegant, but his face looked handsomely polished even during those times he’s sporting a five o’clock shadow. The man was simply a walking dynamite of male machismo. And for her, that was just one of his many… many faults.
    “Let’s just say that even though it’s been a long time, it hasn’t been long enough,” she said in a mildly sarcastic, icy voice. 
    “There are two sides to everything, Evie,” he replied. She couldn’t read the expression on his face. “It hasn’t been long enough for me, too.”
    Drat. She began coloring at the deliberate sexual implication. What the hell? There hasn’t been any. It got nipped in the bud.
    Then he got serious. “Now, are you available for work or not?” 
    She managed to throw him a belligerent look. Belligerent or dirty, whatever works. “It depends on what sort of job you may have for me to do. I might be interested—or not.” Her tone implied she sided on the latter. 
    But he wasn’t paying attention to her. He was looking down at the newspaper she was reading. “Actually, it seems that you’ve already begun working on the job I’m here to hire you for.” 
    “What are you talking about?” Evie asked in a puzzled tone. Hunter nodded at the newspaper spread over her desk. And she frowned. He couldn’t possibly be talking about this missing girl! Was he just messing with her? “You don’t mean this missing girl, do you?” 
    He looked at her, and that’s when she saw the look of exhaustion marring his face. Then he sighed even as his jaw clenched tightly on his face. “Yes. That is exactly why I’m here. That’s my niece, Evie, and we want her back. My sister is a wreck as are my parents. Between my brother-in-law and myself, we’re trying to hold everyone together, but it’s still all starting to fall apart around us.” She was staring at him, surprised at finding a weak spot at last in his façade. His hands couldn’t seem to rest as they rested on his hips. There was a defeated look in the way his broad shoulders slumped. And yes, his clothes looked like it was slept in. He