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knew the feeling.
    â€œContacting your dad would be great, but remember to play it casual if you don’t want him picking up on the fact that something’s wrong,” Jake said.
    â€œGood point. My dad would call the cops regardless of my pleas otherwise.” Which was ironic, considering that when she’d needed him to call the police for her—silently prayed he would—he’d let her down horribly.
    A few more questions, and as promised, Darcy set her notebook aside. “That’s a good enough start. I’ll let you get on your way. But if you think of anything else that might be helpful or if your dad tells you anything that seems important, let me know.”
    â€œWill do.” Kirra gathered her stuff. “And you’ll do the same?” She hefted her duffel over her shoulder. “You’ll keep me in the loop?”
    â€œAbsolutely,” Jake said, walking them to the shelter door.
    â€œReady?” Kayden asked, hand on the knob.
    Kirra nodded, and Kayden opened the door—the bitter wind swirling in.
    Jake leaned over and gave Kayden a slow, tender kiss. “Be careful in this mess.”
    â€œAlways.” She winked.
    He smiled. “We both know better.”

    Gage squeezed Darcy’s shoulder as she typed away on the laptop. The thrill of the hunt was practically vibrating from her.
    He leaned over her shoulder, his lips hovering by her delicate ear. “I know that look in your eyes. You’re on to something.”
    She shivered as his breath danced along her neck, then smiled, leaning into him.
    Jake cleared his throat.
    Gage glanced over at him reclining in the chair catty-corner to them and straightened. “Didn’t see you there.”
    An amused smirk twitched on Jake’s lips. “I know—hence the cough. And for what it’s worth, I agree, Darcy.” He kicked his socked feet up onto the stool. “You’re clearly on to something and I’m betting it has to do with Kirra’s earlier comment.”
    Darcy smiled. “You got it.”
    â€œYeah. Red flag went up straightaway.”
    Over what? Gage glanced between Darcy and Jake, curious which red flag he was apparently missing. When those two caught a scent . . . found a breadcrumb . . . they were like bloodhounds. “I hate to interrupt this cryptic interchange, but would either of you care to share your revelation with this mere mortal?”
    Amusement danced across Darcy’s lips.
    â€œWhat’s so funny?”
    â€œNothing.” Her smile widened as he spun her chair around so she faced him. “That was just the most humble description I’ve ever heard you use about yourself.”
    â€œWhat? Mortal ? ” He leaned over, bracing a hand on either side of her chair, effectively boxing her in. “The fact that I’m just mortal should make all this”—he dipped his chin, and her gaze followed his physique—“all the more impressive.” He gave a playful wink.
    She attempted to smother her laughter, but it bubbled out. “You’re ridiculous.”
    â€œRidiculously handsome—I know.” He swooped in for a kiss.
    â€œPlease.” Jake groaned. “Of course I would get stuck with you two lovebirds.”
    Gage lifted a brow. “I’ve been stuck with you and Kayden a time or two, and trust me, that’s way worse.”
    â€œHow do you figure that?”
    â€œDude, she’s my sister .”
    Jake lifted a hand in surrender. “Point taken.”
    â€œAll right, boys,” Darcy said. “Let’s get back on topic.”
    Jake nodded. “Right.”
    â€œSo . . . where were we?” Gage snagged a biscotti from the glass cookie jar on the weathered plank counter and flopped sideways over the battered gray sofa.
    â€œDiscussing the curious fact that Frank Jacobs chooses to go by Frank Weber.”
    â€œSo he chose to go by