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Chapter 1

Elise

Yes, sir I’ es to both rea yet and nment

I’m not sure how he uess

Hanging up, I look at uise for today is in tip-top shape I’h that I want to be sure I’nized My blonde hair is tied up under a dark brunette wig that falls down in perfect htly made-up face is fully done like I’m some YouTube makeup tutorial, and I’m dressed in casual clothes that screaot on the one pair of designer jeans I own, a perfectly slouchy tee, and a fluffy soft hand-knit cardigan

With the addition ofjust like one of the other s, out for coffee and to run errands Which is exactly what I need, nondescript from the masses

It’s nowhere near uise Glancing atmy first observation point on time At least I can turn the receipt in for rei cabs all over the city is definitely above my pay bracket

I hope Donnie isn’t going to be a prick on the expense report this time

After a quick ride, I order a coffee and a blueberrydown at what’s beco out a notebook full of scribbled notes To an interested observer, I’ similarly vapid I assume an aura of ‘don’t-fuck-with-reat cover because I a, just not on what it seems

Keeping ht, not -after coffee date, to thethem with muffins that look just like ar overload in tenand hard on these skills They’re more vital to my career than the ability to type quickly

It’s not long before et appears Keith Perkins, the countryawards left and right He walks in to order hisjeans and a t-shirt, but thecowboy hat and tennis shoes instead of boots seenized in this town Then again, this isn’t a big country town I bet he couldn’t pull this off in Nashville without getting mobbed

He tells the barista his name is Kevin instead of Keith, but I don’t think she even looks up In fact, I know she doesn’t look at hi like I’ve been for the last five days since I started nment

There’s so to spring into action, that makes me hum with anticipation Combine that with a build that’s tall and wide-shouldered, with powerfully built arhtly muscled waist that’s so narrow that he can’t wear nor his waist baggythe y in such a way that you can’t help but wonder what he could to with it

Or what he could do to me with it

I shakeup one corner of onna happen I’ets wooed and swept off her feet by handso my toes curl No Withup pinned on a voodoo doll thanpinned to a bed

My job is to follow Keith and watch that fine ass and dimpled smile as much as possible to find out his secrets Once those secrets are in hand, I’ll write a da I work for It’s notHell, I’ve hated it at ti and pays the bills I wanted to be a real investigative reporter I wanted to follow in the steps of Woodward and Bernstein, exposing the back-alley machinations and dirty laundry of those who really deserve it Those in poho are trying to fuck the average Joe