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night unfolded, “Come to think of it, I did meet a guy named Ben, an exceptionally large man who could easily be a tight-end. He was dodging the paparazzi left and right. It was annoying standing next to him, to say the least. We ducked into a tent while he and Sayer chatted it up. It was a brief encounter. I doubt he recognized me as Will’s old girlfriend.”
    She followed Nick’s gaze through the sliders. Shades of turquoise shimmered in the horizon, dotted with countless boats; their shapes and sizes determined by their owners’ wealth. The sun was setting low – nearly hidden, readying Miami for another busy night, where the sea would wash any serenity away while swirling with midnight blue and dark hedonism.
    “Maybe I’m overthinking it, then.” Nick still didn’t sound convinced. “I just find it odd that he recently took a job that inevitably crosses paths with your old flame, and you two were seen last night together. Next day, he’s gone.”
    “We can call the police,” she offered. “But as you said, more times than not, he’s a womanizer. It’s possible that he hooked up with someone after he brought me home.” She couldn’t recall him bringing her home at all. And the thought of him being with another made her stomach twist painfully.
    “The police won’t investigate until twenty-four hours have passed.” He reminded her, and studied Azure in a way that made her feel raw. “How could a woman who looks like you - and that’s not even considering your intelligence and personality – have such a battered self-image?”
    “Some things make us brittle right down to our bones.”
He decided to intrude. “You said your mother remained single all of your life?”
    “She did.” Right up until she’d succumbed to breast cancer. Azure had moved into her small house after her break-up with Will. A constant reminder of her mother’s death that she’d just as soon avoid. Unfortunately, not a single buyer was willing to pay anything above peanuts in this downturned economy, so many times she’d nearly ripped the for sale sign off the front patch of grass and called things off with her realtor. But she kept her faith and slept in a tiny bed inside the Florida room, keeping her mother’s old bedroom closed.
    He gathered her bag and picked his keys up off the snack bar. “You’ve never told me about your father.”
    “How can I tell you about someone I don’t know?” She dutifully followed him out, looking away as he set the alarm and locked the door. A blacked-out SUV was perched around the corner, but in this neighborhood, it wasn’t that unusual. Sayer’s place was small, but beachfront property came with a mint price, and the wealthy always needed extra security. She pulled her gaze away from the vehicle and let Nick help her to the elevator since she couldn’t shake that annoying limp and its accompanying pain.
    “Hmmm.”
    “What? Don’t tell me that you subscribe to the whole ‘Daddy Issues’ theory.” She chewed her plump lips, fighting a giggle. “You are one empathetic psychiatrist.” Nick was still in his residency, working the private detox facility to get his hours in while pulling random shifts at the hospital. She didn’t know how he did it, or what she would have done if he hadn’t gotten her a job at the facility. After all, she was supposed to have a Master’s degree to work there, so he’d undoubtedly pulled some serious strings to put her in a position others were better qualified for.
    He opened the passenger door for her, practically lifting her in and then adjusting her leg. After putting her purse in her lap, he replied, “I didn’t subscribe to that particular theory before I met you, Azure baby. Empathy is my calling. One of many. But I’m only inquiring as a friend.”
    She watched him settle behind the wheel, putting on his practically retro wayfarers before starting up the engine. “It’s a lost cause,” she offered softly. “I don’t know