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ahead.”
    Shawn reached over and punched the button. A
soft ballad came on and she saw the station number on the radio
screen. Strange, her first impulse would’ve been to peg him as a
sports station or rock-and-roll listener.
    “Is this okay? Do you want to change the
station?”
    “No, it’s fine.”
    The lunch-hour traffic slowed their exit from
downtown and she relaxed as the music continued. Her empty stomach
growled, demanding food.
    “Do you want to stop and get something to
eat?” Shawn asked.
    Morgan placed her hand over her stomach,
realizing he must’ve heard the rumble. “Not right now. Let’s get
something when we get to the resort. With all that’s going on, I
don’t think I can handle greasy fast food today.”
    He shrugged. “Your call.”
    Morgan felt a slight twinge of guilt at his
reply. She never thought to ask if he wanted to stop and eat. “We
can stop if you want,” she added hastily.
    “No, I’m good.”
    ***
    Shawn focused on the driving and tried to
ignore the awkward silence filling the cab. Morgan underwent a
total change from this morning after the note was left. The fun
easy-going woman had retreated into silence, thinking only God
knows what. It didn’t take a psychic to see stress rolling off her
like steam.
    Please, spare me from a woman who never
eats , he prayed silently. It was an epidemic among the women he
dated in California. No matter where he took them, they all pushed
their food around their plates, fearful one bite would spiral into
some shark-like feeding frenzy.
    He glanced over at her and made a silent vow
that once the business was finished at the resort, they would take
a lunch break. The last thing he needed right now was a client
collapsing from a combination of low blood sugar and heat.
    Thirty minutes later, Shawn drove through the
manicured entrance of the resort and slowly snaked along the curved
driveway toward the hotel’s main building. He marveled at how well
the resort balanced its seventy-year-old history with contemporary
luxury. Nestled at the base of Mummy Mountain, the adobe building,
which served as the main entrance and lobby, retained its
traditional southwestern architecture. Once inside, guests were
surrounded by expensive Western and Native American art any museum
would’ve been proud to showcase. He had to admit, the location was
an impeccable choice to hold a high dollar charity fundraiser.
    Shawn pulled into a nearby parking lot and
drove around. No burgundy Honda. Satisfied, he pulled into a
space. Given recent activity, he preferred not to use valet parking
because that meant handing his keys to a stranger who parked his
SUV in some out-of-the-way lot. He’d had enough surprises for
today.
    He went around to the passenger side of the
car, helped Morgan out, and escorted her to the resort’s front
entrance. Upon entering the lobby, Morgan led them to the event
planner’s offices.
    “Ellen, are you ready?” Morgan asked.
    The short petite woman stood up from behind
her desk and came over to greet them. “Yes, Ms. Kennedy. Please
follow me.”
    Morgan smiled in approval and introduced
Shawn as a security specialist. If Ellen thought anything was out
of place, Shawn couldn’t tell as the woman smiled graciously and
extended her hand. “Mr. Randall.”
    He’d have to give it to Morgan. Her
introduction as a security specialist was a nice touch. Not the
complete truth, but not a lie either.
    “If you will follow me down to the Arizona
Ballroom, they’re setting up the tables and chairs at this time.”
Morgan nodded and they followed Mary out and across the outside
entrance to the wing where the conference and meeting rooms were
located.
    The tables were arranged in clusters with a
clear path up the front where a podium and empty display cases
waited to be positioned. Morgan spent a few minutes in discussion
on layout, making some minor revisions, confirming timelines for
dinner service and arrival of the jewelry.
    He couldn’t