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before Adam even left the room. Plus, she was sure Thomas had done a full background check on Adam Carrigan the moment he stepped off the plane in Boston. The fact that he was a PI made it far too easy for him to get information. She had seen him pull the same thing on Alyssa when she was dating Robert, a.k.a. Rob. His investigation had saved Alyssa a lot of pain seeing as though Rob was married, but claiming to be single. He had a wife in Utah while his business was in Arizona. His wife’s business was in Utah and so they commuted, or more like he commuted, back to see her every week. Eve figured he commuted just enough to make any suspicions his wife might have stay at bay, and to keep her from making an impromptu trip to see him in Scottsdale. Yeah, having the wife show up while he was out on a date would have really ruined his fun. Unfortunately, his lies ruined Alyssa’s fun. She had basically sworn off dating ever again because of one man. Eve had a feeling if the right man came around then Alyssa might start singing a different tune, but for now, she was single and happy—or more like, single and busy. The business was taking off for her, slowly, but surely.
    “Okay,” she yawned. “I have to work tomorrow. I’m due at the Espanola fire for more pictures. I’m going to get there early so I can get the pictures to Mitch and then get back here, get a hot shower and finally have a real date with Adam. So, my beautiful big sister, good night.”
    Alyssa laughed. “Yeah sure, get rid of me that easily,” she chuckled. “I’ll call you tomorrow night. I want to hear all about your date.”
    Eve disconnected the call. Provided everything went okay, and she actually had a date with Adam, she was sure she would want to tell Alyssa all about it too.  As she pulled the covers over her body she stared up at the ceiling pondering tomorrow night’s clothing attire. Should she dress up or down—or something in between? Maybe she should wear a nice pants suit—that seemed like a safe bet for almost any situation.
    She would love to cook him dinner. Maybe she should suggest it. She shook her head. “Right, cook with what, Eve?” Her room didn’t even have a microwave and refrigerator, let alone a stove. Cooking for Adam would have to wait until she had a kitchen to cook in. She was always the best cook in her family. Her mom had taught them all, but she was the one who took to it as easily as breathing. She didn’t have much time now for all the baking and cooking she used to do, but she still knew how to serve up a delicious five course meal.
    For the first time, in a long time, she hadn’t fallen asleep the minute her head hit the pillow. She tossed and turned trying to get to sleep when all she could do was think about Adam, how good he looked, how good he smelled, and how worried she was about the conversation she needed to have with him. She needed to get some sleep. Just because she would only be taking pictures of the fire didn’t mean she could afford to have a lack of focus. Fires shifted and changed directions all the time. She needed to be alert in case it started shifting in her direction. She wouldn’t be alone. She would be following a team of firefighters—that had been a requirement for her being able to shoot up close, right in the heart of the action. She didn’t complain. Her pictures accompanied great stories, and the fact that they were the only paper allowed the inside look actually made for better news coverage. The News Journal didn’t even have access to what they had.
    She tossed around once more before punching the pillow and objurgating herself for not being able to sleep. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed. “Sleep, Eve.” She rolled over again. All the tossing and turning was not helping her go to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she thought about Adam—every time she opened her eyes she thought about him too. No; tossing and turning was not putting her to