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problem here .
    The man had nerve, and it seemed he was impossible to embarrass.
    What in the world must Ms. Steele think of them?
    “I am so sorry for that…that…” What to call it? Jane couldn’t think of a thing and sat there mute, feeling stupid all over again.
    Wyatt shot her a hard look that said something like… Denial and downplaying, remember? You’re not helping, Jane.
    Jane dared to look up at Ms. Steele, who appeared tobe having a hard time believing what she’d just seen in her waiting room.
    “I…” the woman began. “I wasn’t aware that the two of you knew each other.”
    “Oh, we don’t,” Jane claimed, then realized how ridiculous that sounded, given the fact that they were just in the waiting room, Wyatt practically nuzzling her cheek. Would what he did really be considered nuzzling? Or had he just been smelling her fruity facial? “My grandmother, my aunt and Wyatt’s uncle introduced us. They know each other. That’s all.”
    “Oh, I’m aware that they know each other,” she said, emphasis on the word know .
    Jane felt like sinking down in her chair and trying to hide.
    Wyatt, still brazening it out, asked, “Is there something we can do for you, Ms. Steele?”
    The woman’s lips got all funny and stiff, as if she sternly disapproved of Wyatt, maybe of both of them. Jane couldn’t be sure.
    “You could tell me,” Ms. Steele said, “why I have very odd and difficult-to-believe, yet remarkably consistent reports, that you, Jane, attacked this man’s uncle on the walkway outside the blue cottage shortly before noon yesterday.”
    Before she could say anything, Wyatt chuckled and said, “Oh, no. Nothing like that. She…uh…tripped. Jane wasn’t looking where she was going. You know Jane, always on the move, always rushing about to get everything she has to get done…done. And she wasn’t watching where she was going, and she tripped.”
    Now that was so brazen Jane couldn’t help but admire his skill a bit. She supposed all lawyers lied. There wereprobably courses at law school on how to do it effectively. Wyatt Gray, no doubt, had excelled in those.
    “I do know Jane,” Ms. Steele said. “But I thought you two didn’t know each other.”
    “Oh, just…you know…we were introduced one time by our relatives,” Wyatt claimed. “And in fact, we all shared a very nice dinner at the blue cottage the other night. I have to say, the young woman working there, Amy I believe it was, makes outstanding lasagna. Doesn’t she, Jane?”
    Jane nodded. She’d be happy to talk about Amy and lasagna.
    “So, Jane tripped, but she didn’t get anywhere near my uncle, because I caught her,” Wyatt said, not technically a lie. He had caught her. He pointed to his black eye and said, “That’s how I got this.”
    Then he smiled that I-can-charm-any-woman-alive smile Jane had come to know so well. Except, sadly, Ms. Steele looked completely immune to it.
    How could that be? Jane puzzled. She would have guessed no woman was truly immune to Wyatt at his gorgeous, most-charming self.
    Ms. Steele cocked her head to the right and frowned at Wyatt. “So your story is…Jane tripped and you caught her?”
    Wyatt nodded.
    “You’re nearly a foot taller than she is. How did you get hit in the eye?”
    “I don’t really know,” Wyatt said. “It all happened so fast.”
    Ms. Steele rolled her eyes and gave a little huff, then turned to Jane. “I called you in here because I can’t just ignore reports of fighting on the grounds of Remington Park. But I was sure it was Leo Gray who was responsiblefor this whole mess. I would never believe Jane attacked an old man for no reason.”
    “Oh, but…” I did .
    Jane barely managed to stop herself as Wyatt clamped a hand down on hers. She took a breath, trying to think up some brazen lies of her own she might tell, but honestly, when was hitting an old man ever justified?
    “It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything to me. And I’ve