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smile to her lips. She had the most incredible smile. He’d do everything in his power to give her plenty of more reasons to smile.
    She gazed down at the ring on the chain, a pensive look on her face. “I need to get his remains back to his parents, but I’m not sure I want to go back there. What if his family never forgave him and don’t want anything to do with me?”
    “I doubt they’d feel that way. Until I figure out what this guy wants, I need to keep you someplace else while someone camps out here to see if he returns.” He glanced at the flight schedules. “A small town cottage would make a good safe house. And if this guy doesn’t find what he wants here, his next stop might be Wisconsin if he discovers your family. They might need protection also. Along with your grandma, Isabelle Newman.”
    “My mom’s mom?”
    He nodded.
    “Did my dad’s file contain any other information?”
    “Not much, it’s pretty sketchy. It was back when the program and Roy were both pretty new. The Marshals were flying by the seat of their pants half the time.” She stopped sliding the ring across the chain and pressed it against her chest, nestling it between her breasts. He glanced away. “Olivia Doyle could lead whoever this guy is on a wild goose chase to some art galleries in Paris, while … Opal Davidson flies to Wisconsin.”
    Olivia’s nose crinkled in disapproval. “Opal Davidson?”
    “It’s best to keep the same initials, even the same first name, so you can catch yourself if you’re about to say or write your real name. But I don’t think you should keep Olivia in this case.”
    “Yeah, but Opal Davidson sounds like I should be in a nursing home knitting scarves.”
    “It was the first O name that came to mind. How about Olga?”
    She let out a faint laugh. “You actually help people change their names for a living?”
    He smiled. “What name would you like?”
    “Well if it has to start with an O, then Oriana. Read that in a book one time. An Italian heroine.”
    “Fine, Oriana, I can have a new I.D. by morning.”
    “So soon? I … don’t know. I need time to think about this.”
    “Sleep on it. I’ll get the I.D. It’s best nobody knows who you are at this point. Your true identity could jeopardize your and your family’s safety. I have something to take care of in the morning. We can leave right after that.”
    The parole hearing. Ethan had to plead his case in front of the parole board, once again reliving that night from hell. The night he’d relived every day since he was ten. His testimony then had put the son of a bitch away, and he would continue to keep him in prison until the day the man died. Which couldn’t be soon enough. Thoughts of seeing that bastard again filled his mouth with a vile taste, which slowly diminished when he glanced at the creased outline on the white cotton sheets where Olivia had lain in bed. They undoubtedly still held her scent and the warmth of her body.
    He shoved the thoughts aside. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
    As if he’d be getting any sleep with some lunatic out there, and Olivia in
here
dressed in a skimpy nightie. It was gonna be one long night …
    • • •
    Olivia lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the wooden beams lining the ceiling. Almost three A.M. , she’d been lying there over an hour with Ethan just two rooms away. After debating letting him stay, she’d decided she was more afraid of the intruder returning than of Ethan. In addition to that police officer having worked with Ethan, the officer knew Ethan was there if anything happened to her. But Ethan seemed sincerely determined to protect her and her family, with the exception of her dad’s memory. It didn’t make sense that Ethan would draw attention to the case, if he had been involved in her dad’s death. Ethan might end up hurting her emotionally by attempting to tie her dad to a forgery ring, but her gut told her he wouldn’t harm her physically.
    Oddly enough,