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hidden away from them and everyone else. They didn’t need to know what he’d discovered about Gina’s internship or the fact that he’d confronted her the other day at Morgan’s Ladder.
    It was none of their business that he was seeing Gina tonight to try to learn what he could about his mother’s death. That for the first time in years, he wasn’t trying to sleep with the hottest girl he knew.
    No, those subjects were off-limits, even for his two best friends.
    “Now let’s get this move over with.” He slapped Boomer on the back. “Unlike you two losers, I have a date tonight.”

CHAPTER THREE
    G ina fidgeted as she sat in the passenger seat of Landon’s truck. Her right side was pressed against the door, creating as much distance between them as possible. This scene seemed too date-like. Too romantic. And her number one goal tonight was to keep it professional. To not do anything to jeopardize her job or her objectivity in the Cyrus Alexander case. Sure, she was only an intern, but she couldn’t let her feelings about a case influence the work she did. She’d come here to help Morgan’s Ladder, not complicate the issues with some schoolgirl crush on the local football hero.
    Besides, the grimness of Landon’s jawline reminded her of their reason for seeing each other tonight. He now saw her as the opposition, not the woman he’d kissed on the patio of the pub just a few nights ago.
    So why was she so nervous? She’d been on business dinners before. And that was all this was.
    She and Landon Vista going out on a business dinner.
    Making peace with each other.
    And, except for official dealings with the Cyrus Alexander case, saying good-bye.
    He’d arrived at her apartment right on time, in creased gray dress pants and a dark green button-down that turned the color of his eyes a couple of shades darker than they’d been when she’d seen him before. She hadn’t thought he could look any sexier than the night they’d first met, but she’d been wrong.
    “You got your friend moved okay?” she asked, trying to think of anything other than what he’d looked like standing in her doorway.
    He shrugged. “She’s still got a lot of unpacking to do, but we got all the big stuff in place where she wanted it.”
    Gina stilled. She?
    She scolded herself for the tinge of jealousy she felt. Of course he had female friends. A guy who looked like that probably had a different woman clamoring to sleep with him every night. If his lovemaking was anything like the kiss they’d shared . . . Oh, God. What was she thinking? “Maybe you should have stayed to help her unpack.”
    His gaze slid to hers. He was quiet for a few seconds too long. Gina could tell he was hiding something.
    “She’ll be okay.” His cool gaze returned to the road.
    His mentioning that he’d helped a woman move flooded her with memories of Christopher. The way Christopher had vaguely answered her questions when they’d been dating. The way he’d sworn there was nobody else, even after one of her girlfriends had told her he’d been cheating on her. The way he’d looked when she’d flung open the bedroom door at his apartment to find him naked with that goth girl—her watermelon-size boob in his mouth and his—
    She squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn’t going there. What had happened a few months ago—and hundreds of miles away—had nothing to do with tonight. What mattered now was that she get through this dinner with professionalism and grace, two traits she prided herself on. That alone was going to be tough enough. She opened her eyes and tried to ignore Landon as he drove the truck—the way the skin of his forearm looked even more tan against the dark green of his shirt. The freshly-pressed crease in his pants, so different from the way he’d looked when they first met after the volleyball game. She liked the more casual Landon—the one whose sculpted arms and shoulders were visible on the volleyball court—but this one was