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Against her better judgment, Kit bought the magazine. I must be a masochist, she thought. I can predict with 100 percent accuracy what the article will say—someone like me deserves to be alone because I don’t give someone like Winston a chance. Well, the weekend’s about to begin and I’m alone. But so is Regan’s client and you can’t blame her for being picky! The lowlife she was dating got engaged to someone else and hadn’t told her yet.
Kit returned to her office, the magazine in a brown bag which she stuck in her bottom drawer. The last thing I need is for anyone in this joint to see that screaming headline. I’ll never live it down.
As the afternoon wore on, Kit couldn’t get the word “picky” out of her mind. Maybe, just maybe, I should give Winston a call, she mused. What’s wrong with a friendly hello? Maybe I should give him another chance. If he’ll even let me. He called me three times the night after our date, asking if I’d gotten home to Connecticut safely. I never called him back. He is obviously thoughtful. He even made a special trip to a garage sale to buy something of Cleo’s for his sister. And it’s kind of cute that he bought goldfish bowls and a fish tank. Regan and Jack were impressed when they met him on the beach. Oh, I don’t know, Kit wavered. He carries vinegar in his beach bag. I’m not sure I can get past that. And his nonstop talk about invertebrates was excruciating. I shouldn’t let that headline about being picky influence my better judgment. But still …
A coworker poked his head in her door. “Kit, we’re about to start the meeting.”
“I’m ready,” Kit said, getting up. My internal debate about calling Winston will have to wait. I’ll ask Regan what she thinks. But right now she has much more important things to worry about. Could Cleo Paradise really be in danger? Is whoever left the dead flowers out to get her?
Kit shivered, remembering how terrified she was when her wacko beau tried to kill her. I was never so scared in my life.
Please, God, don’t let something like that happen to Cleo, Kit prayed. Help Regan find her before it’s too late.
66
Ronald Flake was disgusted. He’d stood in the parking lot at the train station where he’d been so rudely thrown out of Horace’s car, sure that his son would be right back. It was only when the train came roaring down the tracks that Ronnie ran to the ticket counter and forked over his money. He’d boarded the train in disbelief, taken a seat in a nearly empty car, and tried to call his son.
Horace didn’t pick up.