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be stopped if there’s any way in hell I can locate him.”
    What could she do but nod? She hated the idea
he
might have another little girl right now, who called him Daddy. She had spent most of her life blocking out those images, except they crept into her dreams.
    “But this evening—” Seth’s voice had softened “—we’ll set that aside. I think it would be better for you to talk out what you’re feeling than go hide in a hotel room.”
    “I’m used to being alone.” It burst out of her before she could think twice. “I like being alone,” she said softly. Not answering to anyone.
    He turned off the engine and sat waiting, just as he had in front of the Lawson home. A patient man, he knew when not to push. And that made him a dangerous man, too, she thought, at least to her.
    “Fine,” she said, disgruntled but grateful all at the same time. She hadn’t been ready to stay at the Lawsons’ for dinner, but the idea of getting takeout and eating in a hotel room by herself held no appeal, either. At least, Detective Seth Chandler offered distraction.
    “Okay,” he said, as if the outcome had never been in doubt. “I need to go in and check messages, make a few calls. Why don’t you check in at the Quality Inn, and I’ll pick you up there?”
    “Fine,” she muttered again.
    He smiled and took out his phone. “Give me your number so I can call when I’m on my way.”
    She told him. Apparently not trusting her, he touched Send and waited until the phone in her bag rang. Then, satisfied, he put his away. His hand emerged from his pocket with a business card, which he handed her. “My number.”
    He insisted on walking her to her car. Bailey had no doubt he memorized the license plate number, just in case she ran for it. Then he let her go, but kept watching until she turned onto the main street and she could no longer see him.
    At which point she pulled to the curb, put the car into Park and bent forward, resting her forehead against the steering wheel. And then she did her best to breathe as she struggled with the kind of roiling emotions she hadn’t let herself feel in something like ten years.
    Strangely, it was a picture of the man she’d just left that she fastened on. His physical strength, his relaxed, purely male walk, the big hand he’d touched her with whenever he sensed she needed support.
    How did he
know
?
    Breathe.
    He just did, she admitted. Somehow, those dark eyes saw deeper than she liked. Except today, she was grateful.
    A new swirl of panic joined all her other fears. She couldn’t let herself depend on him. She shouldn’t have agreed to dinner. When he called, she’d make an excuse.
    Bailey moaned, knowing she’d just lied to herself. Yes, she had to be careful where he was concerned, but right now, she needed him. She, who never let herself need anyone, wasn’t sure she’d get through these next few days without the man she’d met less than three hours ago.
    * * *
    E VE ’ S MOTHER — ADOPTIVE MOTHER —laid down her fork. “I keep thinking I dreamed it. But Hope really was here, wasn’t she?”
    This was probably the tenth time she’d said something similar since they sat down for dinner. All she’d done was stir her food around.
    Dad laid his big, scarred hand over hers in a gesture more tender than Eve remembered seeing. “She was. We’ll see her again in the morning.”
    Eve didn’t have much appetite, either. She’d done a lot of scrambling to make up for opening her big mouth at the sight of her sort-of sister.
    “I only meant biological,” she had explained.
    Apparently that was good enough, because they immediately dropped the subject and went back to exclaiming in shock and awe.
    Hope, Hope, Hope.
    And I’m being such a bitch
, Eve thought miserably. She should be
grateful
to Hope, whose disappearance had given her a chance to have a family. Nobody else had wanted the rail-thin, withdrawn eight-year-old she had been when the Lawsons had taken her