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Hagan wasn’t fazed and actually laughed. Not a full body, over the top laugh, just a poised snicker. “After his reaction in Floyd’s last night, I don’t care what label you put on it,” he said. “I know you’re the woman I need.”
Acting like his statement was an advance, she cringed. “I’m not looking for a boyfriend either.”
“I’m a man of means,” he said, raising his hands from the couch to let them flop down at the wrists, presenting the room to her. “I have business interests all over the city. I could be helpful to you in your endeavors.”
“And what endeavors are those?” she asked. “Did you call me here to interrogate me or to seduce me?”
“Why can’t I do both?”
That was an easy one to answer. “You can try to do either. Neither will be successful.”
Drawing in a breath, he considere
