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distant cousins. Julie Burt was heavyset with super-short, bleach-blond hair, hazel eyes, lots of jewelry, chubby cheeks and a round ass. Bonnie James had slender curves and long dark brown hair, bright eyes, no fake nails, and a real tan. He'd bet his last twenty dollars she'd also had plastic surgery. Not a lot but enough to shave ten years off her face, maybe an eyebrow lift, a nose job, and green contacts. Subtle changes he could easily pick up on in the bright light of day. Just enough to fool him when he hadn't been paying attention.
    He'd fucked the woman he'd been sent to persuade information out of.
    Wynn Collier was in deep shit, and someone was going to pay. Facing Julie with a bland smile on his face, he held up a photo. "Who's this?"
    Served Julie right for making him think she had a kid.
    "You're staying?" She scowled, the next sentence practically a shriek. "Start over at what?"
    The sound of a nearby door opening and closing and footsteps propelled Julie to slam her own door. Wynn struggled to think of her as Bonnie. Julie was a face and a file, someone he'd spent over a year searching for, but Bonnie was a person, a woman he'd slept with, but he seemed to know Julie so much better.
    Clyde stood up, stretched, and jumped from his arms to investigate the green stains on Julie's work boots.
    "Start a new life. Oklahoma City just hasn't been the same since my divorce." He bit back a grin as her eyes narrowed skeptically. Even to him it sounded like bullshit.
    "You know, there's not a lot of jobs in Cielo." Julie uncrossed her arms and propped her hands on her hips, revealing the dark green tank top tucked under the sleeveless shirt she wore. Faded Levi's tucked into the tops of her boots hugged her tiny waist and caressed her hips.
    "That's okay. Because you see," he said, replacing the photo, "despite my ex-wife's best efforts to clean me out, I've got plenty to live off of for a while."
    "And once it runs out?"
    Clyde had moved to the windowsill in order to watch the comings and goings outside and lash the air around him with his bushy gray tail.
    "I'm sure I can find something. A simple life doesn't require a lot of money...now does it?" He gave her a sharp-eyed gaze, pleased to see her looking decidedly uncomfortable.
    Eyes narrowed, Julie shifted from foot to foot, her fingers now jittery. She didn't like him invading her space, and he knew why. He plucked another photo of Karen and Kevin Lyons off the shelf in front of him. "How come there's no photos of you two together?"
    "Because I was usually the one taking the pictures." She crossed the room, snatched the frame from him, and reverently placed it back on the shelf.
    She was lying. He'd seen the photos his brother had taken of Julie's apartment after her disappearance. There were tons of pics of the sisters as well as Karen, her husband, and Julie/Bonnie. And old ones of the other sister, the one who'd taken off after high school, never to be heard from again. His brother, John, had tracked her down, and she was currently living the party life in Miami Beach. She didn't know anything. Had barely been moved enough to fly to Scottsdale to tend to her sister's estate or search for Julie...Bonnie... shit !
    "When do you move in?"
    "Tomorrow. Today. Whenever I want. I've already got the key." He held it up as if to prove it to her.
    She crossed her arms over her chest. "You go on vacation with furniture?"
    "No, my mom's sending it." As soon as he called her and told her to, that is. "Busy tonight?"
    "Look, Wynn, you're a nice guy, but you know I don't sleep with the locals, and you're now officially a local."
    What the hell?! Not that sex had been his first thought but . . . "You mean, now that I live here, we can't have sex?" If he couldn't get close to her, he was sunk. If nothing else, he'd figured the one way to get close to Julie was to sleep with her, frequently. Like that was a hardship. Smiling, he said, "Surely you jest."
    "I don't jest." Now it was