“Strange.” Danny’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Going to share what you lifted from Ray’s office?”

Mandy raised her chin. God help her. She wasn’t just attracted to his physical attributes, though they were plentiful. She glanced sideways. Worn jeans and a sweatshirt showcased his lean-as-sin body. She liked the whole man, from his courage to his wicked sense of humor. “Maybe.”

“Promising.” Danny’s quick grin turned thoughtful. “So the diner that Nathan owned is still sitting just the way he left it?”

“Other than the things the police took, yes.”

“What about his house?”

“The same, I guess.”

He was quiet for a minute. Thinking, no doubt. “Do you have his home address?”

“I know where he lives, sure.” Though she’d never been inside Nathan’s house, a fact that still pricked her conscience. Father abandonment issues aside, how had she let him charm her? She glanced at Danny. What would he think? How would he respect her if he knew she was the most naive woman in the state?

“Is it far?”

“No. Two miles outside town. Big cedar and stone house on Route Twelve. You can’t miss it. It’s the nicest place for miles. Kind of stands out.”

Danny turned and walked briskly across the entryway. Mandy jogged to catch up. “Where are you going?”

Key in hand, he paused at the curb. “You should probably go back to the inn.”

“No way.”

His gaze pierced. “Go home, Mandy.”

She propped a hand on her hip. “No. I know what you’re going to do.” She winced. She hadn’t intended to sound like a petulant teenager.

Danny glared, but Mandy didn’t back down. She had to know what he discovered, what he was planning to do, so she could react.

“Suit yourself.” He got into his car and drove off, but she’d caught the quirk of his mouth. She scrambled to start her little wagon. Pulling out onto the street, she followed him through town and out onto Route Twelve. He stopped at the circular driveway. Nathan’s house was modern with a stone facade and landscape that was still ornate despite the lack of maintenance. Another month of spring growth and the property was going to go downhill fast.

Danny parked behind a clump of ornamental evergreens. She pulled in behind him, making sure her car wasn’t visible from the road either, and joined him on the walk.

He glanced up the road in both directions. “How busy is this street?”

“Not very.” Was he going to break in? “What are you doing?”

He shrugged and went up to the front door. A ribbon of torn yellow tape dangled from the doorframe. With a subtle movement, Danny produced a pair of gloves and a small tool from his pockets. A few deft twists and turns unlocked the door. It swung inward with a creak of unused hinges and swollen wood.

“That was fast.” Alarmingly so.