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I’ll be a son of a bitch,” Patrick said.Aidan could barely make his eyes move, forcing them from the papers onto him. “What?”“I make a living, even life and death judgments, by reading peoples’ body language, their raw reactions to situations. And I’d almos swear you’ve never seen those documents before.””Well,” Aidan said, swallowing hard, calculating what fame and money had cost him. “I’d say you’re damn good at your job, because I haven’t.
