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expression reminded her too much of a certain cocky Fed. Shecovered the picture with her beach towel, obliterating the pagan with Egyptian cotton, and decided she couldn’t keep her news a secret any longer.
    Shoving a damp curl out of her eyes, she cleared her throat. “On a less happy note, we received a visit from the FBI tonight.”
    Giselle choked on a sip of champagne while Summer nearly spurted hers across the pool.
    Barely managing to swallow her beverage, Summer slammed her glass down on the ceramic tiles. “You’re kidding.”
    â€œUnfortunately, I’m not. Remember the guy I told you about who’s been chasing down Mel forever?”
    â€œAidan Maddock.” Lainie sat up straighter, tense and wary. “He questioned me after Robert disappeared.”
    â€œMe, too,” Giselle added, casting an apologetic look at Lainie. “And I’m used to huge, intimidating males with those brothers of mine, but I thought Maddock was totally scary. What did he want?”
    â€œHe pretty much told me he’s going to become a regular fixture at the club until he uncovers a lead to the Rat Pack. Mainly Mel.”
    â€œOh great.” Summer saluted the idea with a nearly empty glass. “We’ll attract lots of business with a Fed at the front door. Did you at least inform him our bouncers don’t wear three-piece suits?”
    Lainie held out one manicured hand for attention, sort of Barbara Streisand style. “Maybe it’s not such a bad thing. I mean, pardon me for sounding like a bitter divorcée, but wouldn’t we all rejoice just a littleif every one of the sleazeball Rat Packers got carted off to federal prison?”
    Summer and Giselle, both of who had been dating former part owners of the business, looked ready to agree.
    â€œBut at what cost to the resort?” Brianne retorted, staring up at the stars as if there might be some answer contained in the limitless indigo sky.
    And, a little voice inside her asked, at what cost to herself?
    â€œWe didn’t even know he was here tonight,” Lainie replied, plucking up her glass again as if the matter was settled. “As long as he sticks to the shadows, he’s not going to be chasing away business. Sure, we’re inconvenienced now, but in the long run, if this Agent Maddock catches the cheating bastards who ran Club Paradise into the ground, so much the better.”
    Giselle and Summer were quick to raise their glasses to that sentiment.
    Great. Brianne slid deeper into the tub and wished she could slink away from this problem as easily. Even her own friends thought it was a good idea to hang out with the only guy who had ever broken her heart.
    Brianne sighed, but she toasted the plan along with everyone else, silently agreeing to help Aidan with his investigation.
    She just hoped he could solve his case quickly because she had a real problem with men who tried to push all her buttons.
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    T HE S OUTH B EACH STRIP was kicking into high gear by the time Aidan found an empty parking space nearClub Paradise the next night. The club wouldn’t open for another hour, but he wanted to stroll through the grounds, get the lay of the land before he crossed swords with Brianne again.
    Thanks to her and her knack for sexual innuendo, Aidan hadn’t slept the night before. Her implication that he wanted to see more of her had been dead-on accurate and his mind had obligingly created an image of naked Brianne for Aidan to drool over until the crack of dawn.
    Now, tired and irritable, he faced the prospect of sitting next to her all night with as much enthusiasm as a suspect being read his Miranda rights.
    Good thing Aidan knew how to focus on his job. As long as he ignored the sexual chemistry between him and Brianne, he’d be fine.
    Winding his way through the palm trees and vacant cabanas on the resort’s flawless beachfront property, Aidan made mental notes of the terrain and