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from her bedroom and therefore had trauma associated with it.
    “Or even agree to stay for dinner. And when I didn’t fall into their arms.”
    “Maybe,” he said, driving with relaxed competence. “But they’re so happy that you’re alive, they’ll get over it. My impression is they’re good people. They probably had fantasies. They’ll adjust to the reality, which is that you’re essentially strangers. Any sense of family or intimacy will have to be built from the ground up.”
    Bailey bowed her head and stared at her hands. “I don’t know if I want to join the construction crew.”
    He was quiet for a minute, a small frown furrowing his forehead. But he looked thoughtful, not irritated.
    “Why did you come here?” he asked. “What changed your mind?”
    Would he understand if she admitted she didn’t know? That she’d have sworn her original decision had been final, except that knowing she could find out who she’d been had nibbled at her until she’d finally decided to make this trip?
    “Curiosity,” she said at last. All she was willing to admit to.
    He made a sound in his throat she couldn’t interpret.
    “You in school right now?” he asked.
    She shook her head. “I didn’t sign up for summer semester. It gave me a chance to work a lot more hours and save for the tuition. Fall semester starts the last week of August.” Which was a month away. She added hastily, “I should get back to my job, though.”
    “How long did you tell them you’d be gone?”
    “I...left it sort of open-ended.”
    He turned into the parking lot of the sheriff’s department. She scanned the lot for her rental car and was reassured to see it.
    “Have you found a place to stay yet?” he asked.
    God. She almost had to stay for a few days, didn’t she? She’d raised expectations, and she didn’t want to hurt those people who had looked at her with such hunger and happiness and puzzlement. And then there was the whole press conference thing, which
really
scared her.
    Aghast, she suddenly wondered whether Canosa would even want her back. The food and atmosphere were supposed to be the focus, not one of the waitresses. What if people stared? Went there just to see her?
    Maybe she could change her appearance. But would brown hair or glasses fool anyone who had once seen a good photo of her? Say, on the cover of
People
magazine?
    Her stomach dipped. With an effort, she dragged her attention back to his last question.
    “No. I assumed there’d be a hotel in town, or I could drive back to Mount Vernon.” It was a county away, but straddled the I-5 freeway, making it busier than off-the-beaten-track Stimson, which wasn’t on the way to anything but the Cascade Mountains.
    “There’s a Quality Inn.”
    She nodded; she’d seen it as she’d turned into town.
    “Also a more rustic place just out of town called the River Inn. And a couple of bed-and-breakfasts.”
    No B and Bs. She didn’t want to have nosy hosts or have to share a breakfast table with other guests. “If they have a vacancy, the Quality Inn will be fine.” The more anonymous the room, the better.
    “Until the press arrives,” Seth said. “Then we’ll have to think of something else.”
    She shuddered.
    He gave her a quick look as he finished parking, then gripped her hand again.
    “Will you have dinner with me, Bailey?”
    “You can’t possibly want—” she began in panic.
    He interrupted. “I want.” There was the smallest of pauses during which she tried to interpret his enigmatic tone. “It’ll give us time to talk this out. You can ask some of the questions that must be on your mind. We can plan our strategy.”
    “You can ask questions,” she said with quick hostility.
    He did the eyebrow lifting thing really well. “I won’t tonight, not if you’d rather I don’t. We will need to talk eventually about what you remember about your abductor. I’m a cop, Bailey. If he’s still out there grabbing little girls, he needs to