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looking at him. “Please tell me more. I need something to take my mind off my own problems. My mother said you joined the police force when you were still a teenager.”
Mike hesitated. Never in any of his undercover work had he been required to tell the truth about himself. But there were people in this town who’d known his grandmother, so if he lied, Sara would find out about it. “I was older, so I ran interference between little Tess and Grans, but there was only so much I could take. On the night I graduated from high school, I told the old woman that if she so much as touched Tess I’d kill her, then I left town.”
“But of course you wouldn’t have. Killed her, that is.”
Mike looked up from his salad, but he didn’t answer.
“What did you do after you left?”
“I’d always wanted to see the ocean, so I …” He smiled in memory. “I flipped a coin to see which one I’d go to and the East Coast won—or lost, I guess. I bummed my way to Florida and stopped in Fort Lauderdale.” He took another bite. “One thing led to another and I joined the police force.” He looked up at her. “And here I am now.”
“What about Tess?”
“She’s done well, hasn’t she?”
“No, I mean, when did you get back with her?”
“When she graduated from high school, I was waiting outside for her. I’d already picked up her bags from where she’d thrownthem out her bedroom window. She threw her cap and gown in our grandmother’s face, got in my car, and we drove away.”
“I guess you were the one who put her through college.”
Mike had told all that he could without giving away any real information, so he shrugged. Miss Sara Hélèna Shaw was certainly a curious young woman. He knew that while he was out she’d gone through his room. Out of habit, he’d marked the drawers and aligned the little throw rug with the floorboards. When he returned, everything had been slightly askew. He was glad he’d left the case files with his weapons in the hidden compartment under the carpet in the trunk of his car.
He got up to look in the oven window. “So who do you know more about now? Me or the man you’re planning to marry?”
“What an odd question. Because I’ve never met my fiancé’s parents doesn’t mean I don’t know everything else about him. I know what he likes to eat, how he drives a car, what he wants in the future, about his last two girlfriends who broke his heart, his—”
“What he wants for the future?” Mike asked sharply. “And what would that be?”
Sara looked down at her hands. “The usual. A home and children.” She wasn’t about to tell him that birth control pills made her swell, that Greg was scrupulous in using protection, and that he was vague about when he wanted to start having children.
“Is what he wants here in Edilean? Did he tell you that in those exact words? What did he say?” The moment he spoke, Mike cursed the eagerness in his voice and hoped Sara wouldn’t pick up on it.
But she did.
“They got Tess to send you here, didn’t they?” Sara stood up.
“Tess to send me here? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said honestly. “Who is ‘they’?”
“This town. They all think they own me. Other people comeand go, but not me.” Her voice was rising. “Sweet little Sara Shaw stays at home and helps people. Everyone else goes away and does things, but I stay here and watch other people come back with their careers and their husbands and their adorable little kids. But good ol’ Sara is always here.”
Putting her hands on the table, she leaned toward him. “You can tell all of them—your sister, Ramsey, Luke, everyone—that they may not like Greg but I do. He’s made me achieve things. He may be abrupt and rude at times, but at least he gives me hope for the future.”
She leaned so far forward her face was inches from his. “As for you, Mr. Newland, you can forget about trying to get information out of me, or
Mike hesitated. Never in any of his undercover work had he been required to tell the truth about himself. But there were people in this town who’d known his grandmother, so if he lied, Sara would find out about it. “I was older, so I ran interference between little Tess and Grans, but there was only so much I could take. On the night I graduated from high school, I told the old woman that if she so much as touched Tess I’d kill her, then I left town.”
“But of course you wouldn’t have. Killed her, that is.”
Mike looked up from his salad, but he didn’t answer.
“What did you do after you left?”
“I’d always wanted to see the ocean, so I …” He smiled in memory. “I flipped a coin to see which one I’d go to and the East Coast won—or lost, I guess. I bummed my way to Florida and stopped in Fort Lauderdale.” He took another bite. “One thing led to another and I joined the police force.” He looked up at her. “And here I am now.”
“What about Tess?”
“She’s done well, hasn’t she?”
“No, I mean, when did you get back with her?”
“When she graduated from high school, I was waiting outside for her. I’d already picked up her bags from where she’d thrownthem out her bedroom window. She threw her cap and gown in our grandmother’s face, got in my car, and we drove away.”
“I guess you were the one who put her through college.”
Mike had told all that he could without giving away any real information, so he shrugged. Miss Sara Hélèna Shaw was certainly a curious young woman. He knew that while he was out she’d gone through his room. Out of habit, he’d marked the drawers and aligned the little throw rug with the floorboards. When he returned, everything had been slightly askew. He was glad he’d left the case files with his weapons in the hidden compartment under the carpet in the trunk of his car.
He got up to look in the oven window. “So who do you know more about now? Me or the man you’re planning to marry?”
“What an odd question. Because I’ve never met my fiancé’s parents doesn’t mean I don’t know everything else about him. I know what he likes to eat, how he drives a car, what he wants in the future, about his last two girlfriends who broke his heart, his—”
“What he wants for the future?” Mike asked sharply. “And what would that be?”
Sara looked down at her hands. “The usual. A home and children.” She wasn’t about to tell him that birth control pills made her swell, that Greg was scrupulous in using protection, and that he was vague about when he wanted to start having children.
“Is what he wants here in Edilean? Did he tell you that in those exact words? What did he say?” The moment he spoke, Mike cursed the eagerness in his voice and hoped Sara wouldn’t pick up on it.
But she did.
“They got Tess to send you here, didn’t they?” Sara stood up.
“Tess to send me here? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said honestly. “Who is ‘they’?”
“This town. They all think they own me. Other people comeand go, but not me.” Her voice was rising. “Sweet little Sara Shaw stays at home and helps people. Everyone else goes away and does things, but I stay here and watch other people come back with their careers and their husbands and their adorable little kids. But good ol’ Sara is always here.”
Putting her hands on the table, she leaned toward him. “You can tell all of them—your sister, Ramsey, Luke, everyone—that they may not like Greg but I do. He’s made me achieve things. He may be abrupt and rude at times, but at least he gives me hope for the future.”
She leaned so far forward her face was inches from his. “As for you, Mr. Newland, you can forget about trying to get information out of me, or
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