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coming over. She hadn’t eaten anything after Justin left. She’d lost her appetite. Justin leaving meant that she had to face her feelings for Dirk. She cared about him. Deeply. She wished she didn’t. Justin was a good guy. He’d take care of her, not that she wanted that.
    Now she was a little nervous with Dirk coming over. Her phone rang again. The same number. She didn’t answer. No reason. No one would be there. She stared at the phone as if it was going to explode
    She hated feeling this unnerved in her own apartment.
    A knock on the door broke the spell. Dirk. She opened the door for him.
    His tie was undone. His hair was a mess. He’d probably been running his hands through it. Glad he wasn’t driving. He might have gotten into an accident. She’d never seen him like this. Almost defeated.
    He looked tired, and she couldn’t resist hugging him. He tucked his head into her neck, clearly needing the contact.
    “Must have been awful to fire your best friend.”
    Dirk kissed her cheek. “It was. Now I need some good food and some wine.”
    She stepped aside to let him in. Despite his state, his presence was still a little overwhelming in her small apartment. “Come on in. I have both.”
    “You never cooked for me.”
    “No, and this time I didn’t either.”
    He followed her into the kitchen. “Right. You cooked for Justin.”
    “I did.”
    “And he left you here alone.”
    Yes, he had, but she didn’t completely blame him. His competition was a billionaire who always got what he wanted. What mere mortal could compete with that? Justin didn’t stand a chance.
    “Because you sent me flowers. I had just told him that you were out of my life. He didn’t believe me when the bouquet showed up.”
    “I am sorry for getting mad at you, Riley.” He put a hand on her arm. “You did a great job.”
    His apology warmed her, especially because she’d bet he didn’t give out too many of those.
    “Thanks. I didn’t want it to be true,” Riley said.
    She pulled the lasagna out of the oven for the second time that night. She put a slab of it on a plate for both of them. She poured herself more wine and Dirk a big glass.
    “I need another hug,” Dirk said.
    She acquiesced. He felt good, but desperate. He’d had a hard day, but she was happy to comfort him. It all felt right. As much as she’d resisted this, it all felt good. Like she was coming home.
    Dirk whispered in her ear. “I missed you.”
    “Am I back?”
    “I hope so.” He let her go. He ran his hands down her arms. “I’ll be honest. You are a hard woman to be with sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade any of it.”
    That was brutally honest. She blinked, not sure if the first part was a compliment or not. She’d never thought of herself as high maintenance. “Thanks. I think.”
    They sat down to eat. “I’ve been thinking,” she said.
    “About what?”
    “That I’ve been looking at this leak for weeks and all of a sudden it all falls into place. Evidence points to Zeke, but it seems too easy to me.”
    “How so?”
    “Like I said, it has suddenly all fallen into place. You have the evidence to fire him when I’ve been looking at this for weeks.”
    “You think someone is framing him?”
    “I’m wondering.”
    “You mean I may have fired my best friend for no reason?”
    “You might have, but I’m thinking maybe it’s a good thing?”
    He put down his fork, turning to her. “Explain.”
    “If the culprit thinks we’ve stopped investigating then he or she will make a mistake. Then we can catch them.”
    He took her hand in his. “That actually sounds like a great idea.”
    “You’ll have to keep Zeke in the dark. He can’t give anything away,” she said.
    “Right. Damn. Wish I could tell him,” Dirk said.
    Riley wished he could too. “He’ll forgive you, I’m sure.”
    “I’m not sure I can forgive him. He let something slip.”
    “What?”
    “He mentioned something in an elevator.”
    Riley gasped. “He