“That’s what I keep reminding myself. But when something like this happens, you start questioning your own judgment.”

“You don’t remember the accident?”

“Not a damned thing worth remembering.”

Allison picked up the tray she’d brought into his room. “Get some rest,” she said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be careful.”

“I’d stop you if I could. But I know better,” he said. “I’ll just ask for one thing. If you feel you’re in the slightest danger, promise me you’ll walk out of that door, get in your car and leave.”

She stood in the doorway, his gaze riveting her in place. “I promise,” she said. “Now get some sleep. I’ll see you when I get home.”

She carried the tray into the kitchen, tidied up, and found her jacket, keys, and purse. When she tiptoed down the hall and opened the door to Burke’s room, she saw that he was lying on the bed, his eyes closed in sleep. She had made him a promise to flee from any threat of danger. But what if breaking that promise meant finding the evidence they needed so desperately?

“I love you, Burke,” she whispered. Then she turned away and went out to her car.

* * *

As she arrived at the agency, she saw Garrett’s black Escalade parked out front. Next to it was a high-end model white Lincoln with rental plates. Best guess—someone from Edgeway had flown in for a meeting. This might not be a good day to look for the contract. But maybe she’d get lucky. All she could do was keep her head down and her eyes open.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Caldwell.” Monica greeted Allison from behind the front desk. Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were not. Did the voluptuous blonde suspect her of being a rival for Garrett’s attentions? The thought made Allison shudder, but if it was true, she’d be foolish not to use Monica’s jealousy to her advantage.

“Hello, Monica,” Allison said. “Is something special going on today?”

One carefully penciled eyebrow twitched upward. “I wouldn’t call it special. Just Mr. Kaplan and Mr. Zacharias here to look over the bids for the theater. They’re meeting in Mr. Miles’s office, so they won’t disturb you. You’ll be able to review those contracts in peace.”

“Thanks.” Allison nodded. So much for sneaking into Garrett’s office to look for the contract. She still had Burke’s keys in her purse. Maybe she’d be better off staying after closing time or coming back at night.

“Oh, just so you’ll be aware,” Monica said. “We had a security alarm with a motion sensor installed this morning. The Edgeway people ordered and paid for it. It’s to be turned on whenever the office is closed. Not that you’d have any reason to come in after hours.”