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“None of the houses have basements this close to the reservoir. The water table is too high.” She shrugged out of her coat, looking dazed, as if she was moving on autopilot.

Could be an act, he thought as he watched her, making sure she wasn’t planning on making a break for it. His gaze swept her from head to toe, looking for suspicious body language, but then he got distracted by other things.

Okay, he definitely hadn’t remembered the breasts. They were a lot rounder up close and personal than from the distance when he’d been watching her through the loft window. Her body was the type to give men restless dreams. The wave of instant lust threw him for a second, but for only a second. He was a seasoned investigator. He could ignore his twitching dick, dammit.

“Take a seat.” He motioned her to the sofa, not liking that he felt the need to put some distance between them.

To start with, he asked a question he already knew the answer to, an old interrogators’ trick. “You have a daughter?”