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her water bottle and sipped, the liquid soothing her throat but doing nothing for her overheated libido. “But if you don’t want it, I can take it back.”
    He slapped a palm on top of the container and slid it toward him. “My mother always told me it’s rude to refuse a gift.”
    Devin looked down at her lap and pretended to be fascinated with her fingernails, hoping it masked the stab of longing at the mention of his mother. All her mother had ever taught her was how to roll a joint and make a mean vodka martini. Like James Bond, shaken, not stirred. Oh, and that nothing—and no one—was forever.
    â€œSo.” Gabe put the container in the fridge and sat back at his desk, resting his chin on his fist. “Here we are. In private. Are you going to tell me why you’re really here?”
    She shifted to the edge of her seat and raised her head to meet his gaze. Damn, those storm-cloud eyes were distracting. All dark and distant and moody. She blinked twice to break the spell. “I need your...”
    The words stuck in her throat, and she started again. “I need your help to find my brother.”
    There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?
    He sat silent and unmoving, the eyes behind his glasses unreadable, the only sound in the room the hum of the minifridge.
    No, it wasn’t so bad. It was worse.
    * * *
    H OLY SHIT .
    She had a brother? And, more importantly, she didn’t know where he was?
    He’d barely had time to process this information, much less respond, when the door burst open and a slick, blond head popped in.
    â€œWhere’s the Rasmusson file?”
    Only Jack would enter his office without knocking. And only Jack would hone in on Devin like a heat-seeking missile, sidling into the other guest chair and pulling it closer to her.
    â€œI gave it to Stephanie.”
    So you can beat it. Now
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    â€œWell, hello, gorgeous.” Gabe’s skin prickled as Jack eyed Devin up and down, lingering a little too long on the tattoo peeking out from the V neck of her T-shirt. Was that a bird? Or a butterfly? Knowing her, it was probably something more provocative, like an arrow with the words “place tongue here.”
    â€œGabe’s been holding out on me. I’m Jack Kentfield, the real brains of this operation.”
    Gabe kicked at the leg of his desk. So much for his psychic powers. Jack wasn’t going down without a fight. “Easy, Casanova. How do you know she’s not a victim? Or a witness?”
    Jack shrugged. “You always meet with them in the conference room.”
    â€œDevin Padilla.” She held out her hand to him. “I’m friends with Gabe’s sister Holly.”
    â€œAny friend of Holly is a friend of mine.” Jack brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, making Gabe’s skin crawl all over again.
    â€œPlease. You’ve met my sister what, twice?”
    â€œThree times, but who’s counting?”
    â€œYou, apparently.” Gabe clenched and unclenched his fists under the cover of his desk, fighting the urge to pop his colleague in the jaw. The only thing that stopped him was Devin, who was looking at Jack as if he was dog doo on the bottom of her boots. “Now, if you don’t mind, I was about to take Devin to lunch.”
    â€œYou were?” She cast a sideways glance at him, her forehead wrinkled.
    â€œFine, I can take a hint.” Jack got up and crossed to the door, throwing one last parting jab over his shoulder. “You know, Gabe, Holcomb wouldn’t think you were such a stick-in-the-mud if he knew you hung out with someone as hot as Devin. Probably endorse you on the spot.”
    â€œEndorse you?” Devin leaned in, resting her elbows on her knees. “For what?”
    â€œNever mind.” Gabe took off his reading glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. Damn Jack and his big mouth. Gabe wasn’t sure how he’d gotten wind of what had gone