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take me about thirty minutes to get the residents lined out for the day and then I’ll meet you out back by the truck.” Before he could reach for it, she’d grabbed her plate and headed for the kitchen.
    There was an odd feeling in the pit of Heath’s stomach and it wasn’t just because he’d like to have another one of those buttered biscuits. He hadn’t been outside in broad daylight without a cover while on a case in…actually, he’d never worked in the open without some form of disguise.
    What if someone recognized him? Tripped him up?
    And why did it matter, anyway?
    I’m done being a cop. My decision hasn’t changed in the past twenty-four hours.
    A flash of plaid and short black hair moved past the doorway. The breath was tight in his chest as he admitted that something had changed after all.
    And it had a name.
    Olivia Wyatt.

Chapter Seven
    H eath scrunched deeper into the lumpy passenger seat and then pulled the hood of his jacket over his baseball cap. He tugged it close to the right side of his head.
    â€œIf you’re still cold I can turn the heat higher for a while,” Olivia offered. “But if you’re embarrassed to be riding in my old truck, you’ll just have to get over it.”
    So she’d noticed his effort to shield his face from vehicles at each intersection.
    â€œOh, it’s just a nervous habit.” He dismissed her accusation, then fidgeted again with his collar.
    â€œWhat’s got you so anxious?” She angled her head, and sent a questioning look across the cab of the ancient pickup.
    â€œToo much caffeine this morning.” He straightened in the seat, relaxed his shoulders so he looked less like a turtle with its head pulled in. He glanced at the mirror to his right and noted a black and white about to pull alongside. One of the officers seemed familiar. Heath propped his right elbow on the windowsill and blocked his face with his open palm.
    She leaned forward, caught sight of the vehicle beside them. “Is that it? Are you worried about the police?”
    The lady was observant, and he was doing a lousy job of acting casual. Time to get a grip.
    â€œI guess I’m a little jumpy after my recent run-in with the law.”
    â€œOh, good grief,” Olivia huffed. “It’s not like you’re under house arrest, forbidden to leave the shelter. What we’re doing today is part of your community service and you have nothing to worry about. Besides, I know most of the traffic officers.”
    Just my luck, a well-connected citizen.
    The light overhead flashed green. She pressed the accelerator and the truck rattled forward into the intersection. It backfired in resistance, sputtered, trembled and then died, right there in the center lane.
    The cruiser moved directly behind Olivia’s vehicle, flipped on blue strobes and gave a brief blast of the siren as if the cops enjoyed drawing further attention to the broken-down old Chevy.
    â€œSo much for having nothing to worry about.” Heath sank back into the folds of his jacket.
    â€œOh, cut it out. This happens all the time,” she chided.
    â€œThat would have been useful information before we left the shelter.”
    Olivia glanced in her rearview mirror at the approaching officer, then began cranking down her window. “All right! It’s Freddy Weatherford. We went to high school together.”
    â€œOf course you did,” Heath mumbled.
    â€œHey, gorgeous!” The cop removed his cap and poked his head in Olivia’s window. “Everything okay?” He looked Heath’s way, the true meaning of the question clear.
    â€œIt’s all good, Freddy. I just need a push.”
    â€œSince I’m freezing and we’re in the middle of an intersection you can introduce me to your friend another time.” He cast Heath a glare of both interest and warning before settling the uniform cap back on his head.
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