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“Not from the photos yet, but I think I found a house.”

“A house? Why aren’t you going through the photos?”

Kian sighed. “Because I need to take a break from looking at those. They were all starting to look alike.”

“So, instead of looking at more ofthosephotos, you decided to look athousephotos?”

Kian could hear the smile in Killian’s face. “Damn, you can be such a pain in my ass. I needed a break.”

Killian chuckled. “I get it. Did you find a house, at least?”

Kian told him about the house he found and was interested in seeing.

“Is it possible for you to run by it and see how it looks? I’ll have to call the real estate office tomorrow. It’s late now.”

“Yeah, text me the address. You could always text the agent and if she can’t show it tonight, maybe she can fit it in tomorrow.”

“I’ll do that. Her name is Lydia Griffin.”

“That’s who I bought my house through. She’s great.”

“Alright. I’ll text her now. I’ll see you in the office. Let me know about the house.”

“How much is it?”

“Just under a million.”

“How many acres?”

“Thirty.”

“I have twenty-five. Do you always have to have something bigger than what I have?”

Kian chuckled. “EverythingI have is bigger than what you have. Goodnight,littlebrother.”

Killian laughed. “In your dreams. Goodnight.”

Kian sent a text to Lydia Griffin and waited for a reply. Just as he was about to set the phone on the nightstand, it buzzed. He saw her respond that she could meet him tomorrow around one in the afternoon if that was okay. He told her it was and he’d see her then.

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Gretchen grumbled under her breath as she paced the living room in her cabin. Why hadn’t he shown up? She waited for hours and when she had decided to take a walk to text him, it was dark and there was no way she was going out there.

“Damn you, Kian Doyle,” she shouted. She jumped when Lobo barked at her. “Yeah, I know you like him, and I do too, but he is really making me angry.” She laughed when Lobo barked again.

She sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and watched the news. Not much going on locally, so when her eyes started drooping,she got up and headed for the bathroom. After taking a shower, she pulled on her T-shirt and lounge pants, then crawled into bed. A tear rolled down her temple, but she angrily wiped it away.

“I will not shed another tear for you Agent Kian Doyle.” She turned out the light, rolled to her side and tried to sleep.

When the sun woke her, she sat up, rubbed her eyes and felt as if she hadn’t slept at all. She looked at the clock beside the bedside table and groaned when it showed six-thirty.

“I don’t want to get up at six-thirty in the morning,” she mumbled, but knew she’d never get back to sleep.

With a heavy sigh, she tossed the blankets off, stood, and headed for the bathroom. Then she’d get started with her day and not think about Kian Doyle.

Chapter Eleven

On a Tuesday afternoon, Kian parked his truck in the driveway of the house he wanted to check out. He noticed a beautiful brunette waiting on the porch and couldn’t help but grin. He climbed out of his truck and walked toward her.

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