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I take a deep breath and put everything back into the purse.

It’s almost ten a.m. when I check the time on Scarlett’s phone.

If I were being me, I’d be over there already.

Since I’m not, I sit down on the edge of the bed and wait.

I’m too nervous to eat right now, but I have a nut bar in Scarlett’s purse if I need it later, and I don’t expect to spend more than a few hours cleaning, no matter how dirty their house is.

Scarlett’s doing this grudgingly because she lost a bet.

There’s no way she’d go in there intending to actually do a good job.

At about ten minutes past ten, I get up and leave the house.

It’s bright out, with a breeze cool enough to make me shiver.

I move down the path to the sidewalk, noting that there are two cars in the neighbors’ driveway. A Jeep, and a Mercedes, both new and shiny. Could be lease rentals, I guess. They seem kind of flashy to belong to four firemen who are renting a house together.

It’s not until I’m on the front porch, ready to ring the bell, that I realize I don’t know anything about these guys. Scarlett reminded me about her girlfriends, but she didn’t fill me in on her neighbors.

All I know is she thinks they’re boring and unappealing.

Coming from Scarlett, that could mean anything.

I ring the bell before I can think more about what I’m doing out here.

I agreed to this, and it’s definitely better than trying to force myself to get on a plane.

Folding my arms, I wait.

When the door opens, and I set eyes on the man who opened it, I feel like the air just got knocked right out of my lungs.

He’s tall, with short dark blond hair, a sharp jawline, and soft hazel eyes that seem to sparkle as he looks back at me.

Something inside me just melts, and I know this guy is an Alpha.

Scarlett didn’t tell me there was an Alpha living here.

Why the hell wouldn’t she tell me that?

Focus, Sapphire. You’re here for one thing, and one thing only.

I smile wryly. “Scarlett Faris, cleaning lady, at your service.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he admits, his voice deep with a hint of gravel to it.

As far as Alphas go, this one might be the hottest I’ve ever met, and I’ve barely been in his company for five seconds. The Alphas I meet at work are usually older, kind of predatory, or happily mated.

This one might have a girlfriend, but if he does, she’s not getting his full attention.

His stare is too hungry.

God. Is this what Cleo meant when she insinuated Scarlett had a gentleman ready and waiting?

If it is, I shouldn’t be here.

I’m not Scarlett, and he wouldn’t look at me like that if he knew.

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