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along with my keys.
     
    I sat up and grabbed the note—not that I was eager to hear from him. Nope. I squelched the shadow of disappointment that I felt at not seeing Beau this morning. Like I cared how he looked in the morning. Or if he had a five-o-clock shadow.
    Or if he had those cute, tousled cowlicks in his hair when he woke up. Or if his eyes had that sleepy look that made my legs jelly. Nope. Didn’t care.
    His handwriting was scrawly and loose, but somehow intimate, and just looking at it gave me the warm fuzzies.
Bathsheba,
     
Mike didn’t find anything unusual in the house. I’m going to go and check things out for myself. I’ll be watching the house to make sure nothing—or no one—returns. If you can, please stay away for a few more hours, until I know it’s safe. I went down to the gift shop and got you both some clothes—I guessed at your sizes. Hope that’s okay. There’s some money in the pocket for a cab, and use my credit card if you need it. You have my cell number. Call me later today and we can make plans. I’m not letting you get away easily.
     
    I sighed.
    In true masculine form, Beau had incorrectly guessed at both our sizes. The Dallas Cowboys sweatpants and T-shirt he’d gotten for Sara were about two sizes too big. Her slim form swam in the sporty clothing, but she gushed about how thoughtful Beau was.
     
    My clothes—me being taller and bustier than Sara—were too tight. The shirt was indecent and the jogging pants were so short they could havebeen capris. I put them on anyhow and wore my minidress over them as a tunic.
    “Good thing Giselle is never in the office,” Sara said, rolling up her sleeves. “She’d have a heart attack if she saw us dressed like this to come to work.”
    Luck was not on our side. We’d no more than arrived at the small Liaisons office and told the nighttime girls (Ryder and Marie) about our harrowing break-in before Giselle breezed in, a vision in a red minidress. Her dark, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders.
    I swallowed hard at the sight of my boss. “Giselle,” I said weakly. “You’re back early.” Well, shit. That just complicated things.
    “Bathsheba,” she called in a clipped accent. “I want to see you in my office. Now.” She didn’t bother to look at the four of us gathered at Sara’s desk.
    All my senses on alert, I straightened my clothes. Giselle must have somehow heard about my date with Beau and had come into the office to put the smack down on me. Shit.
    Sara gave me a wide-eyed look as I passed, but she didn’t scurry for the file room. The other girls in the office weren’t shifters, and Giselle was a siren. Sirens had a lot going for them, but the preternatural sense of smell wasn’t one of them. It was why we’d been able to work here for so long.
    Giselle was not the most understanding boss, however. She kept odd hours, expected her employees to be held to higher standards than her own, and had a bunch of weird quirks that I’d written off as supernaturally based, but she wasn’t a fool. She might chide us for dressing down for one day, but it wouldn’t affect how we answered the phones or handled clients. Her anger had to be because of my date.
    I’d let myself get carried away with Beau’s attractive face and my own raging hormones. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
    As soon as I entered Giselle’s posh corner office, she shut the door behind me. I picked an empty chair and sat down. Her office was furnished far better than the rest of the building—the chairs were plush and thick, and fine art hung on the walls.
    We had one lousy motivational poster in the outer office.
    She took her time crossing over to the far side of the room and sat down at her desk, a coy look on her face. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on, Bathsheba?” Her voice was singsongy and deliberately sweet.
    Not a good sign.
    I plucked at the hem of my dress and hoped she hadn’t noticed that the pants underneath had asports logo