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a celebrity about six months ago when he was declared the most eligible bachelor in the city on an online dating service.”
    “Oh, that's right. Now I remember.” Lara's roommate had shown her that site at a cyber cafe. All the girls in the coffee house had drooled over Ian.
    Jack glanced at her with a wary look. “Were you one of Ian's admirers?”
    Was he worried about competition? Lara affected a dreamy look. “You have to admit Ian is incredibly hot.”
    Jack frowned at her. “He's taken. That's why his bride insisted on putting the announcement in the paper. She wants everyone to know he's no longer available.”
    Lara's curiosity got the better of her. “What about you? Are you taken?”
    “I am single, but I wouldn't call myself available.”
    An odd answer. She wanted to know more, but she needed to stay professional. “Back to my original question. How did you erase all those peoples' memory?”
    Jack rummaged around inside her tote bag. “So you crashed weddings with Scottish grooms until you found me? That's a fine piece of detective work. I'm impressed.”
    Lara's heart swelled at the compliment, then realized he'd done it again. “You didn't answer my question.”
    He pulled out her police hat. “Charming.”
    “Leave that alone. And answer my question, please.”
    He removed her folded blue shirt and pants. “You are going to work soon?”
    “My shift starts at ten. Jack, how come no one remembers you?”
    “I didn't want them to. Ah, your gun.” He retrieved her belt, holster and automatic pistol from the tote bag. He flipped open the holster to remove her gun.
    She reached for it. “Give that to me.”
    He ejected the clip and handed her the empty gun.
    She lifted her brows. “Do you think I would shoot you? You wound me,” she repeated his words from the night before.
    His mouth curled up. “Brava, bellissima.” He unbuttoned his suit jacket and slipped the clip into his trouser pocket. “You're very clever and talented.”
    “I plan to be a detective someday.”
    His smile grew. “Then we will be in the same business. I'm an investigator, too. For a private company.”
    “What company?”
    “MacKay Security and Investigation.” He peeked inside the tote bag. “There's something else in here. How interesting.” He pulled out a lacy white bra.
    “Put that back.” Lara transferred the empty gun to her left hand, then made a grab for her bra with her right.
    He moved quickly, whisking it out of her reach.
    “Bellissima, why would you pack a bra in your bag?”
    “So I can wear it, you creep. Now hand it over.”
    His gaze dropped to her low neckline. “Does this mean you are currently… without?”
    “It's none of your business.” She extended her hand, palm up. “Give it to me.”
    He continued to study her breasts. “I believe you are wearing a corset of some kind.”
    “I am not going to discuss my underwear with you.”
    His eyes lit up. “Then I'm afraid I will have to search you.”
    “What? Don't you dare.”
    He gave her an innocent look. “What choice do I have? You crashed my friend's wedding and brought a weapon with you. How do I know you don't have a knife strapped to your thigh?”
    She gritted her teeth. “Because if I did, it would already be sticking in your chest.”
    His mouth twitched. “And then there is the questionable area surrounding your breasts. You must be wearing some sort of contraption, though I cannot detect any sign of one.” He stepped toward her. “I will be forced to investigate further—”
    “It's a Nu-Bra,” she blurted out, then winced. How had this conversation veered so far off course? She ought to clonk him on the head with her empty gun.
    “A new bra?”
    “Nu-bra. Polyurethane cups that stick to your breasts. Now back to my original question—”
    “They stick to your breasts?” He looked appalled, then focused once more on her chest. “Surely you did not glue them to yourself?”
    “Of course not. There's an