docked.
“Before we start talking about anything, I need my coffee.”
Rico turned when she came back into the room, moving past him
and heading toward the kitchen. He nodded, understanding. For him, it was
basically the same, which was why he had drunk two cups already. “Fine. Take
your time,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere because I know what you’re
doing.”
She didn’t respond until she had the coffeemaker going. Then
she turned and leaned back against a counter to ask, “And just what am I
doing?”
“You’re going to Texas for a reason.”
“Yes, and I explained why. I need a break from work.”
“Why Texas?”
She lifted her chin. “Why not Texas? It’s a great state, and I
haven’t been there in a while. I missed that ball Clint, Cole and Casey do every
year for their uncle. It will be good to see them, especially since Alyssa is
expecting again.”
“But that’s not why you’re going to Texas and you know it,
Megan. Can you look me in the eyes and say you don’t plan to set one foot in
Forbes?”
She tilted her head to look at him. “No. I can’t say that
because I do.”
“Why?”
Megan wondered how she could get him to understand. “Why not?
These are my relatives.”
“You are paying me to handle this investigation,” he
countered.
She tried not to notice how he filled the entrance to her
kitchen. It suddenly looked small, as if there was barely any space. “Yes, and I
asked to go to Forbes with you. It’s important for me to be there when you find
out if I have more relatives, but you have this stupid rule about working
alone.”
“Dammit, Megan, when you hired me you never told me you would
get involved.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I hadn’t planned on
getting involved. However, knowing I might have more kin out there changes
everything. Why can’t you understand that?”
Rico ran a frustrated hand down his face. In a way, he did. He
would never forget that summer day when his mother had brought a
fifteen-year-old girl into their home and introduced her as Jessica—their
sister. Savannah had been sixteen, and he had been nineteen, a sophomore in
college. It hadn’t mattered to him that he hadn’t known about Jessica before
that time. Just the announcement that he had another sister had kicked his
brotherly instincts into gear.
“I do understand, Megan,” he said in a calm voice. “But still,
there are things that I need to handle. Things I need to check out before anyone
else can become involved.”
She lifted a brow. “Things like what?”
Rico drew in a deep breath. Maybe he should have leveled with
her yesterday, but there were things that had come up in his report on Raphel
that he needed to confirm were fact or fiction. So far, everything negative
about Raphel had turned out not to be true in Dillon’s investigation. Rico
wanted his final report to be as factual as possible, and he needed to do more
research of the town’s records.
She poured a cup of coffee for herself and one for him, as
well. “What’s wrong, Rico? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
He saw the worry in her eyes as he accepted his coffee. “Look,
this is my investigation. I told you that I was able to track down information
on Clarice and the fact that she might have given birth to a child. That’s all I
know for now, Megan. Anything else is hearsay.”
“Hearsay like what?”
“I’d rather not say.”
After taking a sip of coffee, she said, “You’re being
evasive.
He narrowed his gaze. “I’m being thorough. If you want to go to
Texas to visit Clint and Alyssa, then fine. But what I don’t need is you turning up where you don’t need to be.”
“Where I don’t need to be?” she growled.
“Yes. I have a job to do, and I won’t be able to do it with you
close by. I won’t be able to concentrate.”
“Men!” Megan said, stiffening her spine. “Do you all think it’s
all about you? I have brothers and male cousins,
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