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He reached in his hip pocket and produced a leather wallet. Taking some bills from inside, he laid them on the desk and stared at me with a questioning lift of his brows.

“You don’t have enough money. Get out of here.”

He reached into his wallet once more. This time he handed me a small white business card.

“You’re Brandon Kirkpatrick?”

“You weren’t what I expected, either,” he admitted. “I assumed D.B. Hayes was a man. What does the D.B. stand for anyhow?”

“Dangerous when bothered.” I was still angry.

He grinned. The man was gorgeous even when he was angry, but when he smiled he was downright lethal.