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have one?"
    "Maybe. But I haven't found it yet."
    The waitress stopped by. "Another round?"
    Laine shook her head. "I'm driving."
    He asked for the check, then took Laine's hand. "I made reservations in the dining room here, in case you changed your mind. Change your mind, Laine, and have dinner with me."
    He had such wonderful eyes, and that warm bourbon-on-the-rocks voice she loved listening to.
    Where was the harm?
    "All right. I'd love to."
    ***
    He told himself it was business and pleasure and there was never anything wrong with combining the two as long as you remembered your priorities. He knew how to steer conversations, elicit information. And if he was interested in her on a personal level, it didn't interfere with the work.
    It wouldn't interfere with the work.
    He was no longer sure she was neck-deep. And his change of mind had nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was attracted to her. It just didn't play the way it should have.
    Her mother tucked up with husband number two in New Mexico, Laine tucked up in Maryland.
    And Big Jack nobody knew just where.
    He couldn't see how they triangulated at this point. And he read people well, well enough to know she wasn't marking time with her shop. She loved it, and had forged genuine connections with the community.
    But it didn't explain Willy's visit, or his death. It didn't explain why she'd made no mention of knowing him to the police. Not that innocent parties were always straight with the cops.
    Weighing down the other side of the scale, she was careful to edit her background, and had a smooth way of blending her father and stepfather so the casual listener would assume they were the same man.
    No mention of divorce when they spoke of family. And that told him she knew how to hide what she wanted to hide.
    Though he regretted it, he pushed Willy's ghost into the conversation. "I heard about the accident right outside your place." Her knuckles, he noted, whitened for a moment on her spoon, but it was the only sign of internal distress before she continued to stir her after-dinner coffee.
    "Yes, it was awful. He must not have seen the car-with the rain."
    "He was in your shop?"
    "Yes, right before. Just browsing. I barely spoke to him as I had several other customers, and Jenny, my full-time clerk, had the day off. It was nobody's fault. Just a terrible accident."
    "He wasn't a local?"
    She looked directly into his eyes. "He was never in my shop before. I suppose he might've come in just to get out of the rain for a few minutes. It was a nasty day."
    "Tell me about it. I was driving in it. Seems I got into town only a couple hours after it happened.
    Heard different versions of it every place I stopped the rest of the day. In one of them, I think it was at the gas pump, he was an international jewel thief on the lam."
    Her eyes softened with what he could only judge as affection. "International jewel thief," she murmured. "No, he certainly wasn't that. People say the oddest things, don't they?"
    "I guess they do." For the first time since he'd taken the job, he believed that Laine Tavish aka Elaine O'Hara had absolutely no clue what her father, William Young and a so far unidentified third party had pulled off six weeks before.
    He walked her out to her car and tried to think how he could, and might have to, use her as a lever. What he could tell her, and what he wouldn't if and when the time came.
    It wasn't what he wanted to think about with the chill of the early spring evening blowing at her hair, sending her scent around him.
    "Chilly yet," he commented.
    "It can stay cool at night right up into June, or turn on a dime and bake you before May's out."
    He'd be gone before the nights grew warm. It would be smart to remember that. It would be sensible.
    She was so damn tired of being sensible.
    "I had a nice time. Thanks." She turned, slid her hands up his chest, linked them around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers.
    That's what she wanted,