“That, too.”

She shook her head. Tomorrow she planned to cross the creek and talk to the rainmaker. After reading the murder story Jolene had given her, Dulcie had some leverage to use with him. The only way she might get the rainmaker to talk to her, though, was if Russell Corbett was nowhere around.

“If I need you, I’ll let you know.” She opened the passenger’s-side door. “I liked your family.”

“Well, that was only because they were on their best behavior tonight.”

“Oh?” She hadn’t meant to sound so suspicious.

“My father and I are the only ones who discussed purchasing your land—if and when you put it up for sale.”

“So why were they on their best behavior?” she asked.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“They thought I was your girlfriend?” She laughed. “They must be horrified. You and a fool city girl? I heard what you muttered under your breath the first day we met.”

He leaned back, smiling over at her. “Now I am embarrassed.”

“No, you’re not. Anyway, it’s true. I am a fool city girl out here and gone in the wilds of Montana.” She glanced away for a moment. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”

“Looking for answers.”

“That’s what I keep telling myself. But I’m not sure I want to hear the answers.”

“Then why keep looking? You can walk away right now.”

She laughed at how outrageous that was.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are, but nothing could get me to quit at this point. I have the feeling that the reason my parents didn’t tell me about this property was because this was something I had to do myself and they knew it.”

He shook his head. “This is no way to find it out about a murdered woman and her dead child.” He sounded angry.

“You didn’t know my parents.”

“Did you?” he shot back.

She started to step out of the pickup.

“I’m sorry, you’re right, I didn’t know your parents. I should keep my opinions to myself.”

She couldn’t be angry with him. Russell had been there for her when she’d needed him and she hadn’t forgotten when they’d made love in the house.

But he couldn’t solve this for her—as much as he wanted to. “Thank you again for this evening. I can’t tell you how much I needed it but then I think you knew that, didn’t you?”

“You give me too much credit.”

“No, I don’t.” She thought about leaning back into the pickup’s cab and kissing him. But she knew how dangerous that would be. The two of them being intimate again wasn’t a good idea.

Instead, she smiled, stepped out of the truck and closed the door.