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father do?”
    The line of questioning was making
Makenna uncomfortable. It wasn’t merely the fact that these were questions she
might not know the answer to, considering they were about her friend’s family;
it was the fact that a complete stranger was asking pointed questions about the
Reese family to begin with. They hadn’t even been mentioned in the
conversation.
    “You might call him a
jack-of-all-trades, master of none.”
    “That sounds interesting. You must have
moved around a lot as a child?”
    “Quite a bit,” Makenna agreed with a
noncommittal shrug. Changing the subject, she looked at Bob. “So how is that
éclair, Bob? It looks wonderful.”
    “Not too bad,” the thin man allowed.
“’Course, not too good, either.”
    “Not like the ones they make at Ricki’s
Bakery?” his wife asked sympathetically, slapping his arm yet again. To the
other couple, she explained, “Ricki’s is the most divine little bakery we
discovered in Chicago’s Little Italy. What they do with pastry is absolutely
out of this world! Have you ever been there?” she asked, looking straight at
Makenna.
    “No, I’m afraid I’ve never been to
Chicago.”
    “Oh, really?”
    “Well, I’ve been to the airport before,”
she corrected. “Connecting flights and all. One time we had a five-hour layover
and I actually did go out for pizza, just down the road from the airport. I’m
not sure that qualifies, does it?” She looked at Hardin for clarification.
Actually, she looked at him to save her from any more of Lisa’s very pointed
questions.
    “Oh, I think it counts, especially if
you’re mapping out your travels. Looks good on your resume and on your social
web pages when you’ve been a lot of places.” His blue eyes were alight with
mischief. He was clearly thankful she was the one in the hot seat, and not him.
    “I agree!” Lisa butted in. “We love to
travel, don’t we, Bob?” He merely grunted as she stabbed him with her elbow.
“We prefer to travel stateside than abroad, don’t you? We’ve been to all of the
Western states, skipped the Plains, and are now going for the Eastern states.
So far we’ve been to New Jersey, New York, and now New Hampshire and Vermont.
What about you, dear?”
    “This is my first time to New England.
I’ve only been as far north as Maryland before.” Remembering a shoot Kenzie did
along the coast of Maine, she quickly corrected herself. “I take that back. I
made a very brief trip to the Maine coastline once, near the Canadian border,
but it was only a one day shoot.”
    “So you’ve never been to the Granite
State before?” It was the first question Bob had asked, and it came out
sounding sharp.
    “N-No.”
    At last, Hardin jumped into the
conversation. “I detect a bit of an accent, Bob. Doesn’t sound completely
Southern. Are you from these parts originally?”
    He waved off the question with the
half-eaten éclair gripped in his bony fingers. “Army brat,” he explained.
“Lived all over. Don’t share Lisa’s enthusiasm for traveling, but it gives me
something to do.”
    “You don’t have a career to tie you
down?”
    “Made my best fortune when I sold my
business a few years back. Good for the pocket book, bad for the rump. Get lazy
real quick with nothing to do. We mostly travel.” It was the most he had said
since sitting down.
    “What kind of business were you in?”
    “Software.” The one word answer did not
encourage further discussion. “You?”
    “Construction.”
    “And you, Lisa?” Makenna asked, more to
be polite than to satisfy her curiosity.
    “I’m a free-lance travel critic. This is
actually a business trip,” she giggled. “I get to critique the resort where we
are staying, then take the whole trip off on income tax! Pretty sweet, huh?”
she beamed.
    “Sounds like a win-win situation,”
Makenna agreed. “What resort are you staying at? Is it getting a favorable
review?” As she steered the conversation to a comparison of