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that, Brandon. She means a lot to me too,” Pops says before glancing down at his battered watch. “Gotta go. The missus is waiting for me. Oh, and by the way, she can’t thank you enough for those signed DVDs. She displays the box on our fireplace mantle like it’s some rare piece of art.”
    Brandon’s megawatt smile widens. God, he’s so gorgeous when he smiles. “Glad to hear that. Can you hang out for a minute?”
    “Sure,” says Pops as Brandon jogs out of the room. He returns in no time, holding what looks to be a glossy photo. Sure enough, it’s a miniature version of the shattered Kurt Kussler poster I still have propped up against a wall in my bedroom. He hands it to Pops.
    “I’ve already signed it.”
    “Holy baloney! She’s going to love this!”
    Brandon is beaming like a proud boy scout. “And tell her, she can drop by the set anytime she wants. Just have her call Zoey to arrange for a pass to get onto the lot.” He shoots me a saucy wink.
    Clenching my teeth, I shoot him back a look that says “screw you, asshole.” He always has to one up me with my father, making me look like the bad guy. I try to keep my cool, but Brandon’s flirtatious, cocky grin makes it difficult.
    “Sure. No problem.” A retaliatory smirk and then I pause. “Brandon, I’m going to walk my father to his car, if that’s okay with you. I think I can handle it.”
    Brandon stands and shakes my father’s hand. “Take good care of her, Detective. I need her around. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

    The late January night air is crisp and refreshing. The lit up LA skyline is basked in moonlight. It feels good to be outside having been cooped up in Brandon’s house for almost two days though I shouldn’t be complaining. I’ve been treated like a queen, waited and doted on by the King of Good Looking. I walk Pops to his car, which is parked in the driveway. He buckles up his rumpled trench coat while I lift up the wide collar.
    “Pops, you really should get a new coat. It’s time.”
    “Yeah, yeah, I know. That’s what your mother says too. But I like this one.”
    I giggle. You can’t change Pops. He digs his hand into a pocket and retrieves his car keys. He could use a new car too, but knowing Pops, he’ll be buried in the one he’s driving. A 1985 Chevy Impala that he’s had since his first day on the force.
    Catching me distracted, he tilts up my chin with the thumb of his other hand.
    “Babycakes, you like him.”
    I laugh lightly. Nervously “He’s my boss. He’s an asshole most of the time.”
    He tilts my chin higher “You more than like him. You’re in love with him.”
    A sudden chill sweeps over me. My heart stutters. “What makes you say that, Pops?”
    “I’m a detective. I may not read big books with fancy words, but I read body language.”
    My father can read people like an encyclopedia. That’s what makes him so good at his job. My chest tightens, my throat constricts, and my heart speeds up. I let him continue because I’m speechless.
    “It’s the little things. The way you look at him. Hang on to his every word. The tilt of your head. Those little eye tics. The way you let him touch you.”
    Tears cluster in my eyes. My voice is a rasp. “It’s that obvious?”
    He brushes away a rebel tear that’s fallen. “Yupparoo.” Before I can bemoan my fate, he adds, “And he’s in love with you.”
    My heart skips a loud beat. That can’t be! I’m just his overweight, lowly assistant. “Pops, what are you talking about?”
    “Trust me, I can tell. He can’t take his eyes off you. I saw the way those purple orbs tenderly held you when he found out you called 911. And how his hand brushed along your jaw. Only a man in love would do that.”
    Pops’s heartfelt words are almost like poetry. Powerful emotions pull my chest apart. Like a tug of war. There is so much of me that wants to believe what my father just said, but doubt yanks at my heartstrings.
    “Pops, he’s in love