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    “Troy’s people said no. Wouldn’t even get on the phone with me.”
    Spencer gaped. “Did you tell them your name?”
    “I even used my full name. And honorific.” Rainey looked confused. Who wouldn’t take a call from Dr. Rainier Cordray-White? She sounded pretty damn important.
    Spencer frowned. This was unheard of. No one didn’t pick up the phone for Hightower & Associates.
    “Call back. This time, demand to talk to Troy’s agent.”
    Thirty minutes later, Rainey found Spencer in her office. “And?” Spencer asked.
    “I told them who I was. Who I needed to talk to. They put me on hold.”
    “What? What kind of incompetent assholes do they have representing this guy? No one puts us on hold!”
    “When the secretary finally took me off of hold, she said, ‘Mr. Duncan’s agent is not accepting calls from arsonists.’”
    Spencer held a hand up. This was just getting weird. “Arsonist? Did you light something on fire and not tell me?”
    “No, but I’m pretty sure I smelled smoke. Who tells someone that? After I’m on hold for thirty minutes, listening to the best of the crappy eighties music.” Rainey’s eyes blazed. “Foreigner. And Journey.”
    “Not… ‘Eye of the Tiger’?”
    “We Built This City…”
    “On Rock and Roll?”
    Rainey nodded. Spencer shook her head in disbelief. “Troy Duncan needs to find an agency with decent taste in phone waiting music.”
    “Is that a thing?” Rainey asked, with a smirk. “Phone waiting music?”
    “I don’t know the technical term.” Spencer pursed her lips. “Hold radio?”
    “Annoying, Incompetent Jerkface Soundtrack?” Rainey suggested. The new Blackberry on Spencer’s desk rang, the sounds of Kenny Rogers filling the office.
    “Speaking of which,” Rainey said under her breath, before ducking out to leave Spencer to her conversation.
    “Hi.” She loved the little thrill of knowing who was on the other end of the line.
    “Excited about tonight?” Liam’s voice, warm and low, sent a zing through her.
    “Of course. I would be sitting around drawing your name in little hearts if it wasn’t for this thing called, you know, work.”
    “Ah,” Liam said. “Work always gets in the way of my little heart drawing, too. Anything I can help you with?”
    Spencer shrugged. “Just annoying people who don’t pick up their phones.”
    “So annoying,” Liam agreed in an earnest, low voice. “You know what I do when people don’t pick up their phones?”
    “Buy them new ones and have them delivered?” The low rumble of Liam’s laugh reverberated through the phone. That voice.
    “Nah,” Liam said. “I go to them. Knock on their door. When they open said door, I say, ‘Knock knock, motherfucker, why aren’t you answering my calls?’”
    Spencer laughed at the mental image that conjured up. “Knock knock…”
    “…motherfucker,” Liam continued. “It’s a saying.”
    “Oh, yeah. I use it all the time.” She would never. But the idea was hilarious.
    “See?” Liam paused and Spencer enjoyed the companionable silence. “So, you going to do it?”
    “What? Go see the jerk face that’s avoiding my calls? Or say ‘Knock knock, motherfucker’?”
    “Both. Especially the last.”
    Spencer checked her watch. It was nearly four o’clock in the afternoon. Plenty of time to make an unannounced visit to Troy Duncan’s insufferable, annoying, self-important-jerk-of-an- agent and still have time to get ready for her first date with Liam.
    “Yeah,” she decided. “Definitely the first. Considering the last.”
    There was a warm laugh. “I’d pay money to see that.”
    …
    Twenty minutes later, thanks to light pre-rush-hour traffic, Hightower & Associates sat in the sleek chrome and glass and black leather lobby of OPM. When she introduced herself, Spencer used her full name, but she might’ve introduced herself as Queen Elizabeth the Second as fast as the receptionist scrambled for someone.
    Spencer