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German accent. “I tell police everything.”
    â€œI don’t doubt that, ma’am, I’m just asking if there might be something you didn’t think of before.”
    â€œNo. There is nothing. You work for police?”
    Jocelyn carefully studied the woman’s face. “No, I’m a private Executive Protection Professional. E.P.P. for short.”
    Mrs. Meinhard nodded, but Jocelyn suspected she wasn’t completely sure what that meant.
    Jocelyn fired out some more questions. “Can you tell me anything about the people who visit Dr. Knight? What about friends or family? Do any of them have keys?”
    She shook her head. “Dr. Knight has no family—at least, none that come here.”
    â€œNo brothers or sisters?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    Jocelyn cleared her throat. How could a housekeeper, who worked in someone’s home everyday for four years, not know if her employer had brothers or sisters? Then again, besides one framed picture of a young couple and a baby, there were no photographs of people anywhere, only landscapes and seascapes and old farm houses. Maybe Dr. Knight was at work most of the time when Mrs. Meinhard was here, and she was gone home when he entertained.
    Still, it was strange.
    â€œWhat about friends? Does his partner, Dr.Reeves, have a key? Or what about any girlfriends, past or present?”
    Again, she shook her head. “No women. He goes out a lot, but there is no one.”
    Jocelyn heard Dr. Knight’s bedroom door open, and the sound of footsteps approaching. She expected to see him in his work clothes, but instead, he wore a tank and shorts.
    Jocelyn felt a sharp tingling of awareness move through her. He looked nothing like he did last night in the tuxedo. In sneakers and a shirt that showed off his broad, muscular shoulders, he looked almost like a regular, everyday guy. Well, not too regular. Not with that body.
    He passed through the kitchen, apparently on his way to the door. “Morning.”
    Jocelyn set down her cup and followed him. “Wait a second, we were supposed to go over the contract this morning. Where are you going?”
    â€œFor a run.” He reached the marble foyer and pulled open a small cabinet drawer to retrieve a key in a shoe wallet and fasten it to his sneaker.
    â€œNot without me you’re not. Did you forget what you hired me for? I’m not here to guard your penthouse. I’m here to guard you. ”
    He stared at her for a long moment. “I was wondering how this was going to work…. Do you think you can keep up?”
    She gave him a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look.
    â€œOf course you can. Sorry.” He glanced down at her loafers. “Even with those?”
    She glanced down, too. “Yes, with these, but I’d rather not risk an injury. Wait here and I’ll change.”
    â€œYou have running gear?” His voice gave away his surprise.
    She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she headed to her room. “I have everything. We can discuss the contract while we run.”
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    Jocelyn placed the flat of her hands on the marble, vestibule wall, and leaned in for a calf stretch. She wore black, thigh-length Lycra shorts and a matching Y-back bra top. Her arms, shoulders and stomach were firmly toned, and just as Donovan had imagined last night as he’d watched her flicking window latches in that brown suit, she had a terrific, tight butt and long, suntanned legs to die for.
    â€œIs there anything you don’t do?” he asked.
    She finished the stretch and bent into another one. “Cook.”
    â€œNo? I love to cook.”
    â€œWe’ll get along well, then. You love to cook, and I love to eat what other people put in front of me.”
    Her delivery was deadpan, but there was something there that suggested again that she did have a sense of humor, even if she wasn’t obvious about it.
    Donovan suspected there was a lot