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with Randy there, David wouldn’t bring up the same old arguments. Let’s just say that David wasn’t very supportive of my writing career, and leave it at that for now.
    We went to a local steakhouse, and managed to grab a table in the back, where we were less likely to be interrupted. While we waited for our server, I glanced at David. He had wavy black hair, dark brown eyes, and a dimple in his chin. The dimple was my downfall. I was hooked the minute I saw it. Of course, those muscles and the way he looked in a business suit didn’t hurt, either. Ever since he started working for Morgan Winthrop Enterprises, he had been trying to control the way I did things, what I wore, and recently, he had started complaining about my job. Frankly, I was tired of it. Looks only go so far.
    “Cam? Did you hear what I said?” David said.
    “What? No, I’m sorry, what did you say?”
    “I’ve been offered a promotion.”
    “That’s great!” I leaned over to hug him, but he stopped me. My cheeks flushed and I quickly moved back. “So, what will you be doing?”
    “Director of O perations. It’s a big step up, with a raise, company car…”
    “And a key to the executive bathroom?” Randy joked.
    David glanced at him briefly before turning his attention back to me. “It’s a big opportunity for me.”
    “Cam just got a new job, too,” Randy said. I shook my head at him. This was not the time or place to talk about the ghost of Stanley Ashton III.
    “You finally quit working in that dusty old bookstore and found a real job?” David said, unable to resist getting a dig in at Randy’s expense.
    “There is nothing wrong with working at my bookstore,” Randy replied, his feathers clearly ruffled.
    “Except for the fact that Cam has a Master’s degree that is going to waste. She should be teaching at a college somewhere, not working at some dead end job, or writing books for other people who don’t even know she exists.”
    “Wow, I cannot believe you just said that,” I said.
    David shrugged. “You should set your expectations higher than this little town, Camille.”
    “Camille? Since when have you started calling me that?”
    “When we start going to more of the company functions, I’ll be calling you by your full name. I have to keep up appearances. That’s why I need you to find a new job. It would be embarrassing to introduce you and say that you work at a bookstore.”
    I just sat there, unsure what to say. The chutzpah of this man was just unbelievable. “I’m afraid I won’t be attending any ‘company functions’ with you any time soon. I’ve taken on a new client, and I’m busy doing research. I’m afraid you’ll just have to go by yourself, or find a date that won’t be such an embarrassment to you.”
    “What new client?”
    “A member of the Ashton family,” Randy said. I kicked him under the table.
    “The Ashtons?” David said. “They haven’t been around here in years. Who cares about them anymore?”
    “Someone close to the family believes that Stanley Ashton III may have been murdered, and they have asked me to help them find the truth.”
    “Again, who cares? You’re not the police, Camille. Leave it to the trained professionals. I need you to go through your things, throw out the old ratty stuff. I’ll buy you all new furniture and clothes, hire a mover, give your…”
    “Whoa…what?”
    “We have to move. My new job is on the West Coast.”
    “And you just assumed I’d give up everything and come with you?” I said incredulously. “Are you insane?”
    “Lower your voice, please,” David said, placing his hand on top of mine. “Of course you’re coming with me. I love you. You didn’t really think I’d leave without you?”
    My phone rang at that moment, and I dug it out of my purse. It was a number I didn’t recognize, but I answered it anyway. “Hello?”
    “Miss Camille? This is Agatha Foley. Mr. Stanley is wondering if you have made a decision