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knew they would. She was an easy target. He was used to manipulating hardened, suspicious criminals. Compared to them, Mariah Robinson was laughably easy to control. One mention of his poor dead mother—never mind that it was true—and her eyes damn near became filled with tears.
    “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. She actually reached for his hand and gently squeezed his fingers before she let him go.
    “She always wanted to go to Key West,” Miller said, watching her eyes. “She thought it was really great that the people on Key West celebrate every single sunset—that they stop and watch and just sit quietly for a few minutes every evening. God, I haven’t thought about that in years.”
    Mariah gave him another gentle smile, and he knew he was lying to himself. He was doing it again. This was
his
background,
his
history, not Jonathan Mills’s cover story. He was telling her about his mother because he wanted to tell her. He’d known Tony for nearly two decades, and the topic had never come up in their conversations. Not even once. He knew this girl, what? Two days? And he was telling her about his mother’s craziest dream.
    They’d planned to rent a car and drive all the way from New Haven down to Key West. But then she’d gone and died.
    Mariah was silent, just watching the sky as the last of the light slipped away. Who was controlling whom? Miller had to wonder.
    “Do you have plans for this evening?” he asked.
    She turned to scoop her T-shirt up off the sand. “Afriend wanted me to go barhopping, but I turned her down. That’s not exactly my idea of fun. Besides, I’m beat. I’m going to have a shower, a quick dinner, and then sit down with a good book with my feet up.”
    “I should go,” Miller murmured. He definitely had to go. Serena Westford was probably that friend, and if she was out, she probably wasn’t going to be dropping by tonight. He’d come back in the morning when the sun was up, when the soft dusk of early evening wasn’t throwing seductive shadows across everything.
    “Oh, I almost forgot,” Mariah said. “I picked something up for you on the mainland this morning.”
    She hurried back up the beach toward the backpack she’d left at the bottom of the stairs. Miller followed more slowly. She’d picked something up for him?
    “Wait a sec,” she said, bounding up the stairs, carrying the heavy-looking backpack effortlessly. “I want to turn on the deck light.”
    Princess followed her up the stairs.
    “Hey, what are you doing?” he heard Mariah say to Princess. “You can’t go in there. My rental agreement distinctly says no dogs or cats. And I hate to break it to you, babe, but you’re definitely a dog. I know you don’t believe me….”
    The light came on as Miller started up the stairs. It was one of those yellow bug lights, easy on the eyes. It cast a golden, almost fairy-tale-like glow on the deck.
    Mariah had her backpack on the table as she unzipped one of the compartments. He stopped halfway up the stairs, afraid to get too close, fighting the pull that drew him toward her. Means to an end, he reminded himself.
    “There’s a Native American craft shop on the mainland,” she told him as she drew a heavy tool belt out and set it on the table. “I love going in there—they’ve got some really beautiful jewelry and some fabulous artwork. But when I went past this morning, I was thinking about you and I went in and bought you
this
.” She pulled a bag out of her pack and something out of that bag.
    It was round and crisscrossed with a delicate string of some kind, intricately woven as if it were a web. A feather was in the center, held in place by the string, and several other longer feathers hung down from the bottom of the circle.
    Miller didn’t know what the hell it was, but whatever it was, Mariah had bought it for
him
. She’d actually bought him a
gift
.
    “Wow,” he said. “Thanks.”
    She grinned at him. “You don’t have a clue what this