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John hurried around the bulky desk his father had given hirabbed the back of one of the twowooden chairs he had on hand for walk-ins "Sure aerly "What can I do for you?"

She sat down in the chair he was holding for her, pulled her lireen skirt as close as she could to her knees, and said, "My name is Tammy Goodchild" She lifted her hand for the private eye to shake "I just sort of saw your office and decided to come in here"

Her hand ar it had been since he had touched another woman, accidental or otherwise After two bad relationships he had all but given up on the idea "I'm John Farris But I'm sure you noticed my name over the door At least I hope it's still there" He felt a little more relaxed

"I like your office," she remarked as she looked around at the bare-bones décor and the half eainst the back wall "It's busy looking"

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about this office I like how you put that" He h backed leather chair behind the desk, loudly banging his shin on the sa all week "I assure you I'ator than I a to guess her intentions He had been given the gift of being able to figure people on a glance It was an ability that definitely helped on uess a stranger's occupation, personality, and sohtest of clues from the person He had been way off the mark a few times, but most of the time he was able to hit the nail square on the head His estures, voice tone, wardrobe, and the way they carried themselves However, he found that the truth wasto ask about the Jeep She looked to beher in the driver's seat of a Corvette

She sernails on her left hand before finally saying why she walked in "I think I e"