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head a faint shake. “Let me take you home. You don’t want to be part of this.”
    She hesitated, trying to understand. “Part of what?”
    “This…circus.”
    She still didn’t understand. “He’s a very respected writer. He’s won a National Book Award—”
    “It doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t be writing that book, in our home. So let me take you back to Kara’s. I don’t think it’s good for you to be associating with him.”
    “Cormac, he’s a writer, not a criminal.”
    “He deceived us. He said he was writing a book about Paradise Valley history…never about the Douglases.”
    “Okay, he has questionable judgment, but I don’t think he’s a bad person.”
    “Do you know what a book like this will do to McKenna?”
    “But what if Shane can solve the crime?”
    Cormac’s jaw just tightened.
    She reached out to give his forearm a squeeze. “What if he finds out something that could help the case? It’s possible.”
    “And he’ll make a fortune off it, too,” he added bitterly.
    “Make a fortune from what?” a deep, sardonic voice asked, interrupting the conversation.
    Jet spun around, flushing hotly as she spotted Shane standing right behind her. How much had he heard?
    She forced a quick smile. “Hey. We were just talking about you.”
    Shane smiled back, but the curve of his lips was faint and his dark gaze wary. “So I gathered.”
    Jet gestured to Cormac. “You know each other?”
    The corner of Shane’s mouth lifted a fraction, and yet it only seemed to make his expression harder. “We’ve spoken. Briefly.”
    Cormac eyed Shane coldly. “Still waiting on that departure date, Swan.”
    Shane shrugged. “Don’t have one.”
    “The lease is not being renewed.”
    “The lease stipulates I’m to be given a thirty day notice, Sheenan. Written . Haven’t gotten that.”
    “I would think it’s uncomfortable remaining someplace you’re not wanted.”
    “ You might think so, yes. But I’ve spent most of my life in homes where I wasn’t wanted, so…” His voice trailed away. He shrugged carelessly, holding Cormac’s gaze the entire time.
    Although Cormac and Shane were approximately the same height with an athletic build, Cormac carried more muscle, but if push came to shove, Jet sensed Shane would have no problem holding his own. And right now it felt very much like push would come to shove. The tension was so thick that Jet had to drag the air into her lungs. This was not good. If she didn’t act quickly things were going to get out of hand.
    She grabbed a hold of Shane’s sleeve, and gave it a tug. “Come on,” she said briskly. “We haven’t ordered and I’m starving.”
    But Shane didn’t seem to hear her. He was too intent on staring Cormac down. And Cormac was welcoming the challenge.
    Bad.
    Cormac wasn’t one to trifle with. He might be the only fair Sheenan, but he and Trey were the family fighters. And glancing at Cormac, she could believe it. His jaw had thickened. His blue gaze glowed fire. The man’s testosterone was flying.
    “That’s fine,” she added, trying a different tactic. “If you’re no longer interested in dinner, Cormac can just take me home. He offered—”
    “I asked you to dinner. I want to have dinner with you,” Shane retorted, cutting her short.
    “Then have dinner with me, but this isn’t dinner. So, either let’s go sit down or I’m leaving.” Her lips compressed. She was serious, too. She wasn’t about to be pushed around by either of them.
    Shane’s dark head inclined, and he took her handin his, fingers interlacing. “Let’s eat.” And without a backwards glance, he led her away from Cormac and back to their table.
    Shane could feel Jet’s pulse as he walked her back to the table. It was fast. She was upset. He felt a pang of remorse. He needed Jet’s help, but this wasn’t the way to get her on his side.
    He held her chair for her and then scooted the chair forward as she sat down. She murmured thanks but he