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They had agreed that Ethan would search the files on the computer while she dug through the stacks of papers that covered every flat surface in the office. Carli knew the password, so he wasn’t forced to stretch his hacking skills. Fingers tapping lightly on the keys, he opened and read e-mails, files, and documents. Though his focus was on the screen in front of him, the rest of his senses were registering Carli’s every move.
She smelled of horses and the wilderness, neither of which he found offensive. Her movements were methodical, her voice quiet except for the occasional grunt of understanding or mumbled curse at something confusing. Having started at one corner, she had worked her way around, compiling a stack of papers she deemed important. Receipts for a vague item or a scribb
