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for reasons of his own.
    His application had been approved nine months ago, thanks in major part to Harry Quinn. And Lex had settled in fast, coaching troubled foster kids at football, volunteering for Nevada orphans-related charities. He’d landed himself a nice little house in one of the new subdivisions away from the hubbub of the Las Vegas Strip from where he could see the fire-red spring mountains. It was his springboard to the desert wilderness he’d always loved as a kid, yet not too far from the sort of pulse he’d grown up with in Reno. In many ways, Lex felt he’d come right home to Sin City. His mother had a past here, and it was here he’d come looking for answers. Lex was finally in a position to put everything into finding the man who had killed his mother.
    He had no intention of being eased out now. If keeping this posting meant tangling with Jenna Rothchild, he’d have to bite the bullet and try to keep his libido in check. In spite of what moves she pulled on him.
    Damn—he was between a rock and a hard place. He could already hear the snickers out in the bullpen.
    He blew out a chestful of air as Quinn showed him out the office door. “And keep me briefed, Duncan. Let me know if you need anything. Perez remains your backup on this.”
    Perez was the one who got me into this.
    He saw her smiling up at him as he neared his desk. “I wanted to kill you last night,” he muttered as he approached.
    She grinned, teeth bright-white against her dusky skin. “And now?”
    “Even more so. You better watch your back, Perez.”
    She chuckled. “I’ll be too busy watching yours. Just make sure you keep your shirt on this time, will you?”
    He grunted as he took a seat at his desk.
    “Did you actually read that article, Duncan?” she called over to him.
    “You got any work to do there, Perez?”
    “No, seriously, did you see who the hot competition was for your bod? Who the mystery bidder was that gave our little it-girl a run for her daddy’s money?”
    “Who?” He fussed with moving papers across his desk, feigning disinterest.
    “Mercedes Epstein.”
    He went stone still then turned slowly to look at Perez.
    “ Si, amigo, that’s right,” she said, getting up and sauntering over to his desk to him with that devil-can-do look in her Latina eyes. “Wife of the Frank Epstein, who’s currently under investigation with the FBI financial crimes unit in New York. Some junk bond scam, apparently.”
    Mercedes had bid on him? The wife of the man who had once employed his mother in his Vegas casino as a croupier? The man who’d fired Sara Duncan when she fell pregnant with him, necessitating her move to Reno, to start a new life. Just him and her.
    “Interesting, huh?”
    It was plain freaking weird. “Mmm,” he said, opening a file, but his pulse had quickened.
    “So, what d’you think the grand Vegas matriarch wanted with you? You think she pushed up the bidding just to get up Jenna’s whatoot?”
    He glanced up sharply. “Tell you what, Perez. Why don’tyou and me go for a little drive and check out that new shooting range? And while we’re there you can tell me how and why you signed me up for that bachelor auction while I try not to shoot you. Because I’m thinking it was you who set me up, not the Rothchild heiress.”
    “Sure,” she shrugged. “We can go shoot. From that photo it looks like you could let off a few.”
    He grabbed his jacket angrily, took her elbow. “For starters,” he growled as he led her out the door, “who approached you about the auction?”
    “Cassie Mills. She takes a class at the club where I teach martial arts.”
    “She Jenna’s friend?”
    “How the hell would I know?”
     
    Jenna was feeling an inescapable buzz. Being attracted to a man she was going to see that night was like a drug to her system, a welcome relief from all the sadness that had beset the Rothchild mansion since Candace’s horrible death. “Good morning, Dad,” Jenna said, as