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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Kenna
  5. Crosby
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  54. Epilogue
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It was true. The boyish energy that used to drive me up a wall was now one of the things I loved most about Crosby. It was as if he saw the world as his playground in the best way possible. He wanted to see and experience everything. And he could turn the simplest of activities into the grandest of adventures.

“So, what are your plans for the day?” he asked.

I rinsed our plates, sticking them into the dishwasher. “I’m going to head to the realtor and see if there are any office spaces for rent in town. Hopefully, I can check a few out.”

Crosby handed me our empty coffee mugs. “Sounds good… Be careful, okay?”

My hands stilled in the sink. “You’re that worried about Grant?”

Crosby scrubbed a hand over his stubble that had grown to the point of almost being a short beard. “I’m probably being overly cautious, but I’d rather be too careful than reckless. He’s going to get more desperate the worse this case gets for him.”

I shut off the water and wrapped my arms around Crosby’s waist. “I’ll be careful. I’ve got my phone. I’ll call if he shows up anywhere.” And if Grant gave me any more trouble, I had a nice can of pepper spray in my purse just for him.

39

Crosby

“I’m going to grab a sandwich from The General Store. You want anything?” I wasn’t even that hungry after Kenna’s and my monster breakfast, but I needed a break. I’d gone over and over my cross-examination for Janet, the questions I had for the other witnesses who would be on the stand tomorrow. I needed some fresh air to clear my head.

Penny looked up from her computer. “I’m good, hun. Got the world of leftovers from everything I made for the knitting circle last night.”

My lips twitched as I eyed Penny. “You struggling today? I know how wild and crazy those ladies can be…”

“Oh, hush, you.” She chuckled at my look. “Okay, I might’ve had a little too much of your fancy scotch last night, but the meeting was at my house, so I didn’t have to drive.”

I grinned at my assistant. “Want me to pick you up a little hair of the dog?”

Penny made a shooing motion. “Get out of here before I paddle you.”

I arched a brow in her direction. “Kinky. I like it.”

“Crosby McCoy, I will tan your hide, and there will be nothing pleasurable about the experience if you don’t stop that talk right now.”

I held up both hands in surrender as I backed out of the office. “I’m on my best behavior, promise.”

Penny shook her head. “You wouldn’t know best behavior if it bit you on the butt.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t.”