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sister, but then her sister loved her.
    â€œI hate to say it, Harry, but no, no one will look for us. My sister will worry when I don’t call her back, but she won’t know what to do, or where to check.”
    She fell silent for a long time, her thoughts dark and troubled, when Harry touched her arm. “Are you all right?”
    That particular tone was new coming from him, and it surprised her. No one worried about her. “Of course.”
    â€œYou’re quiet and I don’t like it.” His hand touched her cheek, her ear. “I don’t want you to turn too brooding on me. It unnerves me and won’t help anything.”
    â€œSo distract me.”
    She saw the flash of his grin before he tried to hide it. “I’d be glad to oblige you, even though you’re too short and your assets are still rather questionable, regardless of the high value you’ve put upon them—”
    â€œHarry.”
    â€œâ€”but again, it’s just too messy out here. Too much mud and too many weeds I don’t recognize and don’t want my more private body parts to come into contact with. Plus, I don’tknow anything about you, why you’re dressed as a male, if you’re possibly gay—”
    â€œI’m not gay.”
    â€œWell, being that we’re alone for who knows how long, that’s a comfort of sorts I suppose.”
    Charlie stopped. She turned to face him, her hands fisted. “Will you stop blathering on. And what possible difference could it make to you if I’m gay or not?”
    â€œWe may never find civilization again. Or at least, it could take more hours than I’m willing to ponder. Feminine company might come in handy. Think about it. It’s almost romantic. All alone in a dark woods, silence all around us. Only my body to keep you warm and protect you.”
    Though she knew he was being sarcastic, her stomach tingled at his words. She could almost feel his heat.
    Men never flirted with her, if indeed that’s what he was doing. Men threw lewd comments her way on occasion, but she doubted Harry could sound lewd if he tried.
    She dredged up her own sarcasm to mask her response. “All we need is candlelight and wine?”
    His voice lowered to a sexy rumble. “I never imbibe when with a woman. It dulls the senses, you know, and I prefer to feel everything as it’s supposed to be felt.”
    Despite herself, she drew in a long breath of surprise.
    He laughed, then flicked her nose. “Also a flashlight is more economical. Candlelight is far too vague.” He pulled a small penlight from his pocket, dangling with his keys from a key chain. “I think I’d like a nice sharp beam of light so I can fully explore things. Especially these mysterious breasts of yours.” A skinny beam of light flashed over her shoulders and she jerked around, giving him her back. She saw the light coast lower.
    â€œHarry,” she warned.
    â€œHmm?”
    â€œYou’re being outrageous.” She started walking again, no better reply forthcoming.
    â€œThank you.” When she snorted, he said, “I did manage to distract you, didn’t I?”
    She paused in her stride, but just for a moment. “I suppose. Now tell me why you were in that store, what a private investigator has to do with Floyd and Ralph. And, oh yeah, who’s Carlyle?”
    â€œIf I tell will you tell?”
    â€œKind of like, show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”
    â€œI’m willing if you are. Of course, I don’t have the added pressure of having to produce something worth a man’s life.”
    Charlie laughed, she couldn’t help herself. For several years now, she’d disdained men, her supposed father especially, though she didn’t remember the man all that well anymore, the long ago memories and her mother’s words mixing together in confusion. Today might have been the day to end the