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heat, but I knew it wouldn’t take much to get it stoked to a full flame.
     
    “Here.”
     
    It took me a moment to realize that Gavin was holding out a file. I was puzzled, but I took it.
     
    “Have a seat.” He motioned around him.
     
    A couch sat against one wall, two plush chairs against the other. A large desk was in front of a window, the chair behind it looking like it cost more than some cars. The entire office was tastefully decorated, the subtlety saying that it cost a lot to look this simple. Nothing was cheap, but nothing was outlandish either. I liked it.
     
    I could have taken one of the two high-backed chairs that sat across from the desk, but I still didn’t know why we were there, so I decided to go halfway. Rather than sitting on the couch like I wanted to, I chose the closest chair. Gavin perched on the arm as I opened the file.
     
    “That should have everything you need on the women you couldn’t find.”
     
    I stared at the papers and pictures in front of me. Where had he gotten these? I began to flip through the files and saw head shots, personality tests, questionnaires. A suspicion started to form. The only types of places I’d ever seen use this kind of information were dating services. I remembered what he’d said earlier this evening about a client’s wife thinking he’d set her husband up with a   woman. Then I remembered the women from the gala. Were they his doing too?
     
    “I know what you’re thinking.”
     
    I looked up. I seriously doubted that.
     
    “After Camille died…” His face tightened briefly. “I was lost, but I found my way back by finding something that I was good at. Writing software.”
     
    Okay, not what I’d been expecting.
     
    “Howard saw my potential and gave me a loan for my start-up money. The first thing I developed was dating software. That’s where all of this,” he gestured around him, “came from.”
     
    “Dating software.” I’d thought that was what the information looked like.
     
    “Yes. It scans the Internet for information about potential dates. It’s more thorough than any dating site out there, and I use it to find matches for millionaires, men who have to worry about women’s only wanting them for their money.”
     
    “Or married bastards who want to cheat on their wives?” The question came out more harshly than I’d intended, but I didn’t apologize. I could put up with kinks, or even people who wanted to invite other people into their relationship. That might not have been my thing, but who was I to say anything against consenting adults? What I did have a problem with, however, was adultery. I’d seen what infidelity could do to a marriage. My brother’s ex had cheated on him, and it had nearly destroyed him. It was bad enough to have to have people like that as clients, but I could never be with a man who assisted in that deception.
     
    Gavin was studying me intently, as if those deep blue eyes could read my everything, my very soul. “No.” He shook his head. “I have two types of matches. Possible romantic dates for single or separated men, and companions for men whose wives don’t want to attend events.”
     
    “Really?” The word dripped my disbelief.
     
    “You’d be surprised at the women who want to rub elbows with the rich and famous. Being on the arm of someone like Howard can get women into places that they could never get to on their own.”
     
    I closed the file and folded my hands. This was sounding more and more like one of those escort services who said they only provided companionship so they wouldn’t get in trouble with the law.
     
    “It’s not a call girl service, Carrie,” he said. “The women aren’t paid and every single client, male and female, agrees to our terms of service, which specifically state that no money is to be exchanged for sex.”
     
    “Sure,” I said. “I wasn’t thinking anything like that.”
     
    Gavin laughed and shook his head. “We said no