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Chapters (71)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
  5. 2
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  67. Epilogue
  68. Acknowledgments
  69. Also by Mary Kay Andrews
  70. About the Author
  71. Newsletter Sign-up

“What happens if Evan doesn’t bite? If they can’t prove he killed Tanya and tried to have me killed? What then?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Joe said.

“We?”

Without slowing down he veered sharply right into the parking lot of a strip shopping center. He slapped the gear in park.

“Yeah,” he said, solemnly. “We. You and me. And maybe Ava and Isabelle will help too, but I’m thinking it will mostly be you and me. Unless you’ve got a problem with that.”

Letty chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t know what to say. I’m grateful, but Joe, I’m not … I’m not in a place where I can do this right now. Not with everything that’s hanging over my head. And with Maya. When and if we ever get this mess with Evan straightened out, she’s got to be my priority. I’m all she’s got. And I promised Tanya…”

“Did you promise her you’d never have a life for yourself?” he asked.

“I promised I’d keep her daughter safe.”

He laughed. “What’s safer than hanging out with a cop?” He reached under the passenger seat and brought out a set of handcuffs. “I’ve got a nightstick under the seat too, but I can’t reach it right now.”

She managed a smile. “You know what I mean.”

“Okay, set aside all that stuff. Just tell me, yes or no. Are you at all attracted to me?”

“A little.”

“One thing you don’t have in common with your sister? You’re a terrible actress, Letty Carnahan.”

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips before she could disagree.

She returned the kiss, but reluctantly pulled away from their embrace after only a moment. “You sound like my last agent.”

An elderly woman pushing a shopping cart with a dachshund strapped in the child seat stopped as she was passing the truck and wagged her finger at Letty in disapproval.

“We should go,” Letty said. “I’ve got work to do and it’s not fair to leave Maya with your mom when she’s trying to work too.”

“You’re still avoiding my question. What about us? Me and you? Anything?”

“Let’s keep things strictly professional for now, please? My life is too complicated.”

“What if I told you I don’t mind complications?” Joe said.