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up.”
    Reily was answered with another chuckle, but thankfully, Travis didn’t continue to goad her. She had a feeling that had he wanted to, though, he could have kept the banter going all day.
    Patrice really was good at her job. Every item of clothing she’d selected for Travis fit him as though it had been tailor-made. He showed off each and every outfit, striding between the racks of clothes as though he were on a runway in Milan. Reily couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling up her throat. Travis had a goofy side that added to his charm factor times ten. By the time he’d tried on the last suit, Reily was convinced that he could have worn a Hefty bag and looked amazing in it.
    Patrice took note of everything and offered to have the clothes delivered to Travis’s house. Reily bristled at the offer because she had a feeling that the stylist was looking for a way to make an in-person visit. Definitely not what Reily needed while she was trying to keep Travis on the straight and narrow.
    â€œYou can deliver them to my office,” she said. “I’ll make sure they get where they need to go.”
    Patrice looked a little crestfallen, but Reily didn’t care. It was Travis’s amused chuckle that got her goat. As they left the boutique he leaned in and murmured, “Trying to keep me all to yourself?”
    â€œTrying to keep you out of trouble,” she murmured back.
    Their next stop was Coifed. The trendy salon was bustling with activity but aside from a few admiring stares, the clientele didn’t pay too much attention to Travis. The stylist, Clare, draped the cape around his neck and said into the mirror, “Okay, what are we doing today?”
    â€œJust take an inch or so off,” Travis said.
    â€œNo.” Reily’s eyes met his through the mirror. “I’d like it shorter.”
    The stern set of his jaw let her know an argument was on the horizon. Reily let out a slow sigh. It was going to be a long day. “We’re shooting for clean-cut and responsible, remember?”
    â€œYou’re trying to turn me into my brother,” he replied.
    Reily couldn’t deny that if he was more like his twin, this would be a heck of a lot easier. She opened her mouth to reply but Travis cut her off.
    â€œDo you know what it’s like to have an identical twin? My mom dressed us alike until we were six and I told her that wasn’t going to fly.”
    So, this was an identity issue? Reily hadn’t considered that Travis had his own style, haircut, and attitude because he wanted not to be exactly like his brother. She could appreciate that. In fact, it gave her new insight into Travis’s personality. Maybe beneath his bad-boy persona was a guy who simply wanted to establish his own identity. “All right,” she said to his reflection. “A couple of inches.” Reily turned to the stylist. “But let’s try to give him a style that he can manage that doesn’t scream shaggy dog.”
    Clare laughed and Travis shot her a stern look in the mirror. “Some women like shaggy dogs, you know.”
    The look really did suit him. But this was about making him look more professional. He already had raw sexuality in spades.
    â€œDown boy,” Reily said with a smirk.
    Travis’s grin widened. He was so beautiful that she forgot to take a breath.
    â€œAre you actually trying to be funny?” he said with a chuckle.
    Reily averted her gaze. “Let’s just get to the haircut.”
    She looked up and, once again, their eyes met in the mirror. He held her attention and she couldn’t look away if she tried.
    â€œI’ll loosen you up yet.”
    That’s what she was afraid of.

Four
    Reily checked her reflection in her compact mirror one last time. Why did she even care if she looked good or not? This was work . She was supposed to look like a professional and nothing more. So why did she feel so