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“You’re not a spy.”

“No. But I think I’ve found something better.”

His brows furrow, but he doesn’t speak, so I take that as my cue to start the conversation I’ve been waiting a month to have.

“So you know how I love being a hairdresser?”

He frowns while massaging my wrists. “You don’t love it. You enjoy it.”

“Right, I love you. Anyway, I figured out my passion.”

Caleb gives me his full, undivided attention, and I’m momentarily distracted by his beautiful lips. I could make a career out of kissing those.

I shake my head. “I’ve had a lot of alone time to think, and I’ve decided I’m going to be a private investigator.”

Caleb stares at me, dumbfounded. “What?”

“You know those people who don't work for the government, but can still solve crimes and cases even faster because they’re not tied up by red tape?”

“You know the term red tape doesn’t mean actual tape, right?”

Hmm. Disappointing.

“Way to kill that one for me. Anyway, I’m already good at this. Remember, I solved the case of your missing T-shirt.”

He bites down on his bottom lip. “You mean the shirt you forgot you stole from me and found in your laundry pile two months later?”

“But I found it.AndI figured out why Shawn was peeing in your shoe, remember?”

“Because he’s untrained?”

“Right.”

He sighs, but a smile teases his lips. He scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m going to regret this, but I have an idea.”

“I’m in.”

“You haven’t even heard what the idea is.”

“Does it matter?”

He shakes his head. “I’m hiding something right now. If you figure out what it is, I’ll support your dreams.”

“You’ll quit the FBI and work for me, and we’ll become the detective duo of my dreams?”

He raises a single brow. “That’snotwhat I said.”

“Oh, right, you're hiding something from me. Are you on a dating app? Secretly undercover and have been the whole time we’ve been together, and tonight was your real life. No wait, you have an identical twin, and I’ve been dating both of you, but one of you is a better kisser—”

“Amelia.”

“Right, head in the game. You’re hiding something?”I clench my fists, but my legs are bouncing like crazy.Focus.

“Figure it out and find it,” he says, giving me a mission. I’m living for this. Mission accepted.

I tap my foot on the floor. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”