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a closed fist. “Tripp ought to be ponying up his own cash. Your cash, I must add.” Ian raised an eyebrow, hoping to throw Lexi off course. “Or don’t you trust him?”
    Lexi gave Ian ‘the eye’ back. “I’d have been fine with it. But doing so would be unethical for him since he’s her attorney. Besides … an overnight of research, to me, suggests you have your own interest in his client.” She pinched his bicep.
    “I never said that. In fact—” The stink-eye glare Ian gave her in return didn’t even make her flinch. Damn woman. Even as he thought it, he huffed a breath. “You’re setting me up, aren’t you?”
    “Why would I do that?” A twitch seized the side of Lexi’s mouth.
    “Son of a bitch, you are! What else did you find in your little lookie-see of those bones and pictures?”
    Lexi didn’t budge.
    “All of ya’ll—oh, God.” Ian slapped his forehead. “Michael was right. I really have been down here too long.”
    The clerk whistled. “You forgot occupation on this form.”
    Ian spun to him. “You believe this shit? I’m all happy in New York, hanging out with my bro—” He wrote ‘Treasure Hunter’ on the form and turned it back. “—and this one’s—” Ian pointed to Lexi. “—husband calls me back with a lie that we had a gig, and it turns out … it’s a woman in jail—” Mental note to shut the fuck up, Ian. “—because they want to set me up with a criminal.” And every time I bring this up, I sound like I’m trying to convince myself.
    Clerk Bob shook his head back and forth in slow motion, shaking a finger in Lexi’s direction.
    “Worse, he cons me into the racket and makes me post her bail. That’s just not right.” You didn’t shut up.
    The man held up his fist.
    Ian bumped it. “See, Lexi? Dammit? It’s not just me who thinks this is weird.”
    “Actually,” the clerk started, “sounds to me like you’re justifying it to yourself.”
    Fuck. I knew that was going to bite me in the ass. “You’re a therapist now, too?”
    The guy pointed to a sign on the wall. It said: All services have a price. Advice is free. If you take it, and it fails, it’s not our fault. -Management .
    Ian snorted a laugh.
    “What he didn’t tell you …” Lexi angled her head toward the clerk. “… was that he met this girl almost six months ago while she was renovating my house, and then sorta kinda hooked up with her at my wedding and hasn’t dated since that time, yet he’s not known for being alone more than, oh, say one or two nights a week.”
    The man turned to Ian. Went back to Lexi. “Sorry, dude. She wins. That’s the kind of girl shit that trumps all the other stuff.”
    “I don’t do love at first sight.” Even as Ian said it, his heart pounded in his chest. He patted it. “Sorry, heartburn.” The goofy grin on Lexi’s face gave Ian pause. “Aw, hell, no.” Ian wagged a finger at Lexi. “It’s not happenin’. I came … to help … a friend .” Who isn’t even that. “An acquaintance. Of your husband. Not mine. Acquaintance, that is. Not husband.”
    Lexi chuckled.
    Ian would have run a hand through his hair if he had any. Or pulled it out. One of the two.
    “Well,” their bondsman said. “Give me that deposit, that deed on the New York apartment, and you’ll be that much closer to on your way.”
    Ian handed both over, just as Tripp suggested he do.
    “In the meantime,” Lexi said, “I think I know a way you can stop this emotional roller coaster you’re on.” Her hand landed on Ian’s shoulder.
    “How?” He really did want to know.
    “Oh, Ian.” Lexi shook her head. “Just let nature take its course this time.”
    Sure. Right. Okay. How?
    • • •
    “Taylor Marsh!” one of the guards called out.
    She slid from the bed and stood as her cell mates did the same, each taking her place in the box so the prison guards would be able to see them, in case any tried to bolt or attack or whatever they expected.
    Keys