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didn't
have an assistant."
    Her pause was slight, but it was there. "She
won't last long."
    "You knew? Why didn't you tell me?"
    "Because she'll be gone by the end of this
weekend."
    "How can you possibly know that?"
    "Spies everywhere, remember?"
    I rolled my eyes. Ellen's network was scarily
efficient.
    "Don't roll your eyes at me," she said, a
smile in her voice.
    I nearly dropped the phone. I glanced around,
but I was alone. I hoped. "Very funny." I stood up to check over
the back fence just in case. No one was there.
    Ellen's throaty laugh rippled down the line.
"Don't worry about his current assistant. He's breaking up with her
this weekend. All trace of her will be gone by Monday morning."
    "Does he always mix business with pleasure?
Both you and he make it sound like being his assistant also means
being his girlfriend."
    "Girlfriend is such a loaded word. It has an
implied meaning that doesn't fit Reece's women. They're more
bedroom partners with the side benefit of being his date when
required. But you're right. Usually he sleeps with his
assistants."
    "Is that what you're expecting me to do?
Become his assistant and sleep with him?"
    "I wouldn't do that to you, Cleo, and I'm
offended that you think I would." She did indeed sound offended,
her voice pitching higher than usual. "I want you to be the
different one, the one who doesn't sleep with him. It'll
drive him mad with frustration and that's when he'll let his guard
down."
    I couldn't imagine me driving Reece mad with
pent-up desire. Maybe an OBF man would find it hard to slake his
lust elsewhere, but not Reece. He could get laid anywhere with
anyone.
    "Did you make any progress?" Ellen asked.
"Did he take your business card?"
    "He took it, but I doubt he'll call."
    "Why not? You did flirt with him, didn't
you?"
    "Kind of."
    "Do you think you made an impression on
him?"
    "Oh yeah, I'm sure I did. Just not the right
one."
    Another slight pause on the other end. "What
do you mean?"
    No way was I going to tell her what I'd
witnessed in that storeroom. Not only had I made a promise to
Reece, but it reflected as badly on me as it did on him. I didn't
want Ellen thinking me a pervert who listened in on people having
sex. "Let's just say he probably won't be calling. I'm sorry,
Ellen. I fucked this one up. I'm just not used to guys like Reece
Kavanagh. He's too…" I sighed, struggling to find the words to
describe how out of my league Reece was. "He's too much."
    "Nonsense. You're exactly what he needs. He
just doesn't know it yet because he doesn't know you well
enough."
    "I think you'd better get another girl for
this one."
    I heard tapping in the background, but I
wasn't sure if it was her fingernails on a cup, table or keyboard.
"We'll see. If he hasn't called you by Monday, we'll need to do
something drastic." She hung up, leaving me wondering what measures
she was going to take.
    I drew the scent of the gardenias into my
lungs. Hopefully the next time she called she had a different job
lined up. I only got paid when a target hired me, not when I
failed. I needed the money. My savings were down to the last few
hundred dollars and the credit card debt was mounting. It was tough
supporting two people, paying for Becky's art classes and paying
off the loan covering her medical bills. Ellen had already given me
a raise six months back when I asked, and I couldn't ask again.
Maybe it was time to suggest to Becky that she get a part-time
job.
    Whenever I thought about having that
conversation, I backed away. She was still too fragile. She got
tired easily. Her art was the only thing that brought her to life.
There was no way she'd cope with working at a desk all day or
pulling beers at night. It would be her idea of hell.
    I sighed and was about to go back inside when
my phone rang. The screen flashed "Private Number" so it wasn't
Ellen. I answered.
    "Cleo speaking."
    "Overheard anyone's intimate moments
lately?"
    I dropped the phone in my lap and stared at
it. There was