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have to work on the reasons, after they found her.
    "Who
could she have been meeting at the concert?" Tyler murmured once she fell
silent.
    "I never
saw the person. That's when I awoke."
    "Maybe
one of her friends."
    "Have you
spoken to them?"
    "The
police have tracked down her school friends as well as ones in the
neighborhood. And the private detective I hired did the same. They came up with
zero."
    "Who does
Cheryl know in the city?"
    He shrugged.
"Beats me."
    "Does she
have an address book at home?"
    "I'm not
sure...but we can look for one. Good thinking."
    A carefully
modulated if throaty voice countered, "If she were thinking straight,
darling, she wouldn't be here with you, now, would she?"
    To Keelin's
amazement, an elegant blonde in a clingy summer sheath appeared at their table.
She was stunning and perfectly groomed, as if she'd just stepped out of an
exclusive salon. A thick gold necklace and several rings with large stones
attested to her wealth.
    And Tyler
muttered, "Vivian," as if her name were a curse.
    The luscious
Vivian gave a speechless Keelin a once-over. "A bit unsophisticated for
your taste, isn't she, Tyler?"
    "And
you're as rude as ever, Vivian."
    She batted
long lashes over intensely green eyes. "You didn't always think so...and
not so long ago, I might add," she purred, running long French-manicured
fingernails under his chin.
    Tyler ducked
his head away from her touch. "Don't make a scene. Whoever you're with
must be waiting for you."
    "Yes, he
is, thank you." She turned to Keelin. "And you, darling, a little
friendly warning between us girls. Be on guard. Tyler Leighton takes no
prisoners. He'll break your poor heart if you let him. Ta."
    With a wave of
her beringed hand, she was gone.
    Leaving Keelin
speechless, and with heat climbing her neck.
    She was more
than thankful when Tyler ignored her discomfort, casually saying, "If you're
done eating, I'll take you over to Grant Park, to the bandshell ."
    The last place
she'd seen Cheryl in her dream.

 
 
 
 
    Chapter Three

 
 
    AS HE AIMED THE JAGUAR FOR GRANT PARK, the bandshell area being barely a mile from the
restaurant, Tyler was aware of exactly how much Vivian Claiborne had flustered
Keelin. While she could be the most engaging creature on earth, when angry,
Vivian could also be a nasty piece of work. He'd quickly grown tired of her
razor-sharp tongue. Besides which, he'd suspected she had her sights on him to
be husband number three. One marriage to a woman more interested in what he had
than who he was as a person had been enough. He'd gladly broken off his short-lived
relationship with Vivian before things could get out of hand.
    Unfortunately,
Vivian was a woman who didn't take even the smallest of rejections well.
    And she'd
definitely managed to subdue Keelin. The Irishwoman sat in silence, her
attention fixed on whatever flew by the passenger side window. He let her
alone, figuring she would recover quickly enough once they arrived.
    The bandshell was not in use tonight, the area dark and fairly
deserted. Even so, with the Buckingham fountain on the north side working again
added to the lure of the lakeshore a quarter of a mile east, finding a free
parking meter was out of the question. He pulled the car into a No Parking/Tow
Zone a few hundred yards from the bandshell and cut
the engine.
    "Parking
here isn't legal," Keelin murmured.
    "I
noticed. I break the rules when I have to," Tyler said grimly.
"C'mon. Get out. I doubt we'll be here long enough for it to make a
difference anyway."
    By the time he
circled to the sidewalk, she was out of the car, facing west, taking in the
electric skyline looming over Michigan Avenue. He closed the door and stared at
her features, garishly illuminated by the street lights. Her eyes were wide,
her lips parted, and a visible pulse throbbed in the slender column of her
throat. She was caught. And for the moment, he was caught by her.
    What was going
through that head of hers? Did she