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was dressed in her workout clothes, she headed out of the apartment and over to the house. It was massive, much larger than her house in Beverly Hills. She went in through the back door and was greeted by a line of hooks on the wall of the mudroom with each Archer kid’s name. She imagined they’d hung their coats and backpacks here when they were younger.
    Meanwhile, she’d had whatever book bag the school counselor had given her, and she’d certainly never had a hook to hang it on in the tiny box she’d grown up in. She’d barely had a bed—just a mattress and box spring on an oft-repaired frame.
    Her eyes fell on Evan’s name. He’d been a little odd. Or maybe that had just been her interpretation after a long, nasty day capped off with a near-fire. She was just glad he’d been there to help. She wasn’t sure she would’ve thought to take the battery out of the detector and probably would’ve just suffered the damned alarm until it stopped.
    She contemplated which direction to take to the gym downstairs. There were two doors on the right side of the mudroom. One was open to a laundry room, and the other was closed. Maybe it led to the stairs. She opened it and froze upon realizing it was someone’s bedroom. But no one was inside.
    Exhaling, she scanned the room, and her gaze fell on a picture sitting on the nightstand. She moved toward it and looked at it more closely. It was the Archer kids, she realized. She recognized Evan, who was quite a bit taller than everyone else in the picture. They looked like they were eleven or twelve. In the center was a grinning boy—he had an identical twin from the looks of everyone. She hadn’t realized the sextuplets included a set of twins. Which one of them had died? Sean had given her a brief overview yesterday, but her brain had been overwhelmed with her own turmoil, and she hadn’t paid close enough attention. Now she felt bad about that.
    She turned and left, closing the door behind her. There, on the other side of the mudroom—next to the stupid door—was a set of stairs leading down. Observant much?
    She jogged down the stairs and was met with two closed doors on the right. The first revealed a brewing facility. Clearly where Rob Archer crafted the beer Evan had offered her last night. She closed the door and moved on to the next one.
    As soon as she opened it, she froze like she had upstairs. Okay, maybe froze wasn’t the best word, because heat rushed over her.
    This was the gym, all right. And on the other side of it doing bicep curls, his arms and abs straining in gorgeous muscular glory, was Evan Archer.
    Holy smokes, he was beautiful. Cut better than most of the guys in Hollywood. And tall, which she loved, since she was five-ten—he was probably six-four. She’d found him attractive last night, with his thick, dark brown hair and sexy gray eyes. Sexy? Had the fact that he’d barely made eye contact given him a mysterious air? Why did she have to like guys with a mysterious air, for heaven’s sake? They were almost always jerks. Scratch that. They were always jerks.
    He set the hand weights down. “Good morning.”
    â€œMorning. You’re, uh, you’re hot.”
    â€œYeah, I know. I should’ve turned on the fan.” He grabbed a towel from the bench behind him and mopped his brow.
    Was he being funny? She would’ve assumed so, but his flat tone said he wasn’t. “I meant hot as in ridiculously good-looking.”
    His gaze settled on her, and the gray of his eyes was so clear, so stunning, she was momentarily tongue-tied. Good-looking didn’t remotely cut it. He was an Adonis. “I get it now.” Then the eye contact was over.
    She exhaled, and it came out shaky; she’d apparently been holding her breath. “My agent would drool if he saw you.”
    He shot her a puzzled glance. “Is he gay?”
    She laughed, certain now