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her right shoulder and exposed the strap of a teal tank top. Based on appearance and genetic structure, the women were not related but merely friends. Jenna had a quality that made men take notice, though. It was hard to ascertain whether it was her physique—which had the necessary female curves—the platinum blond hair, or the tastefully applied eye makeup that made her gray eyes appear mysterious. Her cheeks held a healthy glow.
    “They’re with the FBI.” The brunette turned to Jenna.
    “I heard you.” Jenna laced her arms and addressed us. “What do you want?” The tip of her tongue peeked through her lips.
    “Your husband was murdered,” Jack said.
    Just when I thought he couldn’t possibly be any blunter in his phrasing, he managed to surpass my expectations.
    “I’m fully aware of that.” Her eyelashes fluttered but she stood her ground.
    “Do you have somewhere we can sit and talk?” I asked, doing my best to add a little more delicacy to the situation.
    “I’ll put on some tea,” the brunette said.
    Jenna placed a hand on her friend ’s forearm. “They won’t be here for long.”
    Jenna’s eyes disclosed that she was a tangled mess. She was a complicated woman, who many might perceive as less intelligent, given her favorable genetics.
    “Remove your shoes and follow me.” She hooked her finger and spun on her heels.
    I noticed her pedicure matched her french-manicured fingernails.
    She led us to a sunken living room. I took in the lavish space, wondering what it would be like to actually live in a place like this. It must make one feel as if they were royalty. Maybe it was immersion in that emotion that bred entitlement and arrogance.
    The floor-to-ceiling windows contributed a sense of enchantment and awe. Outside, the snowflakes appeared to be getting larger. “You have a beautiful home.”
    “Thank you.” She smiled—the expression carrying the hint of seduction.
    “You’re welcome.” I would be strong, or Paige would kill me. I broke eye contact and looked at Jack.
    He dropped onto a cream colored leather sofa, utilizing the edge of the seat cushion and not getting too comfortable. I sat beside him and took full advantage of the plush hug.
    Jenna’s eyebrows jabbed upward. “I see this is good cop, bad cop.”
    I found it interesting that, for a woman who recently lost her husband, she didn’t give the impression she was overly affected by his death.
    I unzipped my jacket but left it on. The heat of the home had sweat gathering at the nape of my neck and trickling down my back. Even the marble floors were heated, which also explained Jenna ’s bare feet. Unexpectedly, with the thought, I couldn’t picture the woman in socks. She fit better with the imagery of a lingerie model—in high heels and silk.
     “Tell us about your husband.” Jack ’s voice sliced through my fantasy.
    Jenna peeled her focus from me and cast her gaze to Jack.
    Her friend took a seat beside her, and her chestnut eyes narrowed in on me, harboring a glare.
    I tugged down on the sleeve of my shirt, which was riding up inside the arm of the jacket.
    The brunette rolled her eyes.
    Jenna crossed her legs, away from her friend, toward me. “What do you want to know?”
    “Did he have any enemies?”
    “Typical question I’m sure you get sick of asking, but no. Not that I know of. I mean, who wouldn’t love him?” She spread her arms to take in the room. “The man was loaded. Even if people didn’t like him, you’d never know. They’d smile and wish him a good day. Know what I mean?” She hitched an eyebrow again.
    “What did he do for work?”
    Another smile. “You should know that from some file, shouldn’t you? Surely there’s more valuable information that I could provide to you.”
    I faced Jack, but his profile held steady, his gaze settled on her. I wondered if he registered her good looks, or whether he remained oblivious. Part of me hoped he was aware. He was still a man. The other