“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But the simple fact is I’ve had more experience with the dastardly plots of men regarding sex than I have with puzzles regarding goddesses and mythological spells.”

“I don’t know why”—he caught her hand in his, grinned at the sidelong look she sent him—“but I find that very exciting. If I ply you with wine at dinner, will you tell me about those experiences? There may be some plots I’ve missed along the way.”

“You’re going to buy me a martini, then we’ll see.”

He’d chosen one of the town’s prettiest restaurants and had arranged for a table on the back terrace with a view of the mountains.

By the time she was sipping her martini, she was relaxed again. “I’d like to discuss the key. If I find your attention wandering, I’ll kick you under the table.”

“So noted. I’d just like to say one thing first.”

“Go ahead.”

He leaned toward her, breathed deep. “You smell terrific.”

She leaned toward him. “I know. Now, would you like to know what I did today?” She waited a beat, then kicked him lightly on the ankle.

“What? Yes. Sorry.”

She lifted her glass for another sip to hide her amusement. “First I went to see Zoe.”

She relayed the gist of their conversation, pausing when the first course was served.

“The little yellow house.” Flynn nodded as he brought the look of it into his mind. “Used to be dog-shit brown. She’s really fixed it up. I’ve seen the kid in the yard, now that I think about it.”

“Simon. He looks just like her. It’s almost spooky.”

“Now that you mention it, I would’ve put that together when I met her if I’d been able to take my eyes off you for two minutes.”

Her lips twitched, and damn it, she was flattered. “You’ve very good at that—both timing and delivery.”

“Yeah, it’s a gift.”

“Then I went to see Dana at her apartment. She was buried in books and brooding.”

“Two of her best things.”

“She hasn’t been able to track down a version of the Daughters of Glass story yet, but she’s working on it. Then I got this idea. Goddesses equal worship. All the reading I’ve been doing indicates that a lot of churches were built on pagan worship sites. Most Christian holy days coincide with the early pagan holy days, which were based on seasons, agriculture, that sort of thing. So I went to church. In fact I went to every church and temple in a twenty-mile radius.”

“That’s an interesting connection. Good, clear thinking.”

“That’s one of my major skills. I kept going over and over the clue. Look within, look without, singing goddess, and so on. So I went looking. Didn’t expect to walk in and see the key waiting for me on a pew. But I thought maybe I’d see the symbol of it, you know? Something worked into a stained-glass window or a molding. But I didn’t.”