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“I’m not saying you are. I’m just kind of thinking out loud. Trying to decide what she’s thinking.”

“The asshole who took her money. He’s here? In Naples?”

“He is.”

“What’s his name?”

She shook her head. “Sorry. I’m not telling you that.”

“Why not?”

“Because. I don’t want you to go back to prison any more than you want to be there.”

I wasn’t going to risk going to prison over it. I just wanted to know. I waved it off. “I’m just curious. No big deal.”

She gnawed on her biscotti like a starving hamster. Halfway through it, she appeared to have a revelation. “Oh crap. I just remembered something.”

I glanced at my watch. “Do you have to go?”

“No. It was about that other thing we talked about.”

“What other thing?”

“About you being a sexual misfit. Remember, I told you I was going to find someone who qualified? Someone who would match your sexual personality?”

“Oh. Yeah.” I finished my espresso in one gulp. “No such luck, huh?”

“Not really,” she said. “Just one person. I doubt you’ll be interested.”

“Is she like me?”

“Probably more of a misfit, really.”

It sounded like a match made in heaven. My eyes widened with wonder. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” she said with a laugh. “I’m sure she’d teach you a thing or two.”

“I doubt it.”

“I don’t,” she said matter-of-factly.

I wished things with Teddi were different. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Finding the right person would be both rewarding and painful. Being in a relationship while working with Teddi would do nothing but cause her pain, and that wasn’t something I wanted to do.

“Who is it?” I asked out of sheer curiosity.

She smiled. “Teddi.”

Chapter Twelve

Teddi

I rummaged through the documents scattered across my desk. Immersed in my efforts to find a contract, I’d become immune to my surroundings. The sound of someone clearing their throat snatched me from my focused state.

Cringing, I looked up.

A few feet from my desk, Devin stood with his hands in his pockets. “Got a minute?”

I’d stopped in just for a moment, hoping I could retrieve the documents without being cornered. I couldn’t have been so lucky. Especially when it came to encountering Devin. I’d managed to avoid him for nearly a week. Merely seeing him brought me grief.