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slightly in the seat to stretch her back. The tension building in her neck had morphed into a full-blown headache, but she did not dare ask him to stop for water to take an aspirin.
    She became aware of him looking at her and for the first time during the trip, she turned her gaze toward the driver, surprised he was smiling.
    Bart’s glance revealed she was finally looking at him, a confused expression on her face. Clearing his throat, he said, “I just thought that even if I don’t believe in your psychic abilities, there’s no reason why we can’t work well together on this. After all, we want to find Erik.”
    She slowly nodded her head, but was still reticent. “What changed your mind? About working with me?”
    “To be honest, Ivan and my boss have an agreement and it behooves us to do whatever we can to make sure we investigate without personal distractions.”
    Personal distractions? She knew he was talking about his distrust, but the idea of him being interested in her as a woman had her blushing. Yeah, me and every woman within flirting distance and that sucks! He may be an arrogant jerk, but he was still a hot one, something her body noticed . But if all he sees of me is a fraud, then forget him! Forcing her thoughts from his muscular, rock-hard body, back to the matter at hand, she said, “Agreed. I can keep my personal opinion about you from interfering if you can.”
    For a second, Bart’s smile faltered. Her personal opinion about me? What the hell is wrong with me? Quickly recovering, he plastered his famous smile back on his face, determined to easily charm his way into her good graces.
    “So tell me what you thought of Ivan and Anton’s lists,” he prompted.
    Unsure of Bart’s true motives, she decided to plunge ahead and give her opinion. “All of them have a lot to gain by financially crippling the Krustas empire.” She rubbed her aching head. “But to take a child is so different from a business decision.”
    Bart glanced to the side, watching her pinched face. “Do you have a headache? Do you need to stop?”
    “I…I have some aspirin but can’t swallow pills without water.”
    He saw the sign for an exit up ahead and moved the truck into the right-hand lane. She discerned what he was doing and hurriedly objected, “We don’t have to stop. I can deal.”
    “No need to,” he said, easily pulling into a convenience store parking lot. “I’ll grab a couple of waters,” and was out of the vehicle before she could protest again.
    Within a minute, he returned, handing her a plastic bag. Peering down inside, she saw a water bottle, two sodas, a bag of peanuts and a package of Skittles.
    “What didn’t you buy?” she joked.
    Giving a shrug, he said, “It dawned on me that you might need the caffeine, protein from the nuts, or maybe a sugar rush.”
    Returning his smile, she twisted the cap off the water and quickly washed down the aspirin. Handing him the bag, she noted he grabbed a soda and opened the bag of peanuts before placing them in the console between them. She took the Skittles, saying, “You have no idea how much I love these!” as he pulled back out onto the highway.
    The beginnings of conversation eased her headache as much as the aspirin and she continued her thoughts on the case. “I also have to say that I wonder if Ivan is throwing us toward his known enemies just to keep us from looking too hard at his businesses as well.”
    At that, Bart jerked his gaze to hers. He had had the same thought, but never expected her to think that much less say it.
    She caught his surprised expression. “What? You think because Ivan asked me to be involved, I won’t consider all the possibilities?”
    “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what I thought,” he admitted.
    “I don’t want it to be someone in his organization,” she continued, “because I know how much it would hurt him. But then, to be honest, I don’t have any background in this kind of criminal case.” Giving a