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“No. He’s almost an attorney.”
He laughed. “Almost?”
“He’ll have his degree in a few months.”
“I see. Will he be joining you here then?”
“You’re not very subtle when it comes to playing detective, Constable.”
“I’m sorry.” He actually blushed. “I don’t mean to pry.”
That was a lie. That’s exactly what he meant to do. He just wasn’t very good at being sly about it.
“Your grandma knows everything about everyone, Flynn. I’m sure she’d fill you in on all the gaps.” He glanced at me, flashing a quick half smile, but I could see the pity in his blue eyes. I shook my head. “There’s no story here, Flynn.”
“Ooh, I’m sure there is,” crowed Jasmine, appearing out of thin air. “And I want to know everything!”
Turning the tables was the only chance I had of escape. “I want to know about you and Wade,” I told her. “He seems lovely.”
It was a less than honest assessment. Wade was all brawn and absolutely no brain.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” asked Jasmine lovingly.
I nodded, told her how lucky she was to have found him and asked how they’d met, managing to sound interested. Flynn bowed out, making an excuse about wanting another drink. After he’d gone, Jasmine grabbed two plastic chairs from the corner of the patio. She sat on one and pointed to the other.
The story of Wade and Jasmine was hardly spellbinding. They’d met when her father embarked on a fitness kick and decided to hire a personal trainer. Beefy Wade got the job – and the girl.
I had to concede that Wade Davis might be good for Jasmine. Somewhere along the line she’d lost the caustic personality that I despised so much. I still didn’t like her, but I wasn’t feeling any urge to dye her hands orange either. Besides, Floss had warmed to her. That had to count for something.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”
“Thanks, Charli,” she crowed. “I’m really glad you’re back in town for a while. Will Adam be here soon?”
For once in his life, Alex’s timing was impeccable. “Charli,” he called, stepping out. “Are you ready to go?”
I jumped out of my seat. “Yeah.” I turned back to face the chief Beautiful. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yes. We’ll do lunch or something. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
I doubt she meant to sound threatening. I forced a smile and rushed toward Alex, who was holding the door for me.
“I hope you’ve been playing nicely,” he whispered as I passed. I went into the house without answering him.
December 26
Adam
Travelling over the Christmas period isn’t ideal. It’s supposed to be the season of goodwill and cheer, but everybody I saw looked miserable.
JFK airport was bedlam but LAX was worse. By the time I finally arrived in Melbourne I wasn’t sure what day it was. When I got to Hobart three hours after that, I wasn’t even sure what my name was. I was exhausted. Just after midnight I picked up a rental car and began the hour-long drive to the Cove.
As desperate as I was to see Charli, I wasn’t an idiot. Given the latest turn of events, turning up at Alex’s door at one in the morning would be detrimental to my health. I had no idea what Charli’s explanation for returning home alone had been. The truth was bad enough.
I decided to head to the cottage and wait until morning. I knew it was empty. I hoped that the spare key was still under the doormat.
The street was in darkness. There weren’t even streetlights. A full moon guided me fumbling up to the porch. I finally found the key and made my way inside.
And the ambush began. A tangle of long blonde hair rushed at me through the darkness. I knew it was Charli, because she came out swinging. It was hardly a hardcore attack. Whatever she was whacking me with only registered as irritating because I was so tired.
“Charli, stop!”
She didn’t stop.
I threw her over my shoulder and dumped her on the couch as gently as I
He laughed. “Almost?”
“He’ll have his degree in a few months.”
“I see. Will he be joining you here then?”
“You’re not very subtle when it comes to playing detective, Constable.”
“I’m sorry.” He actually blushed. “I don’t mean to pry.”
That was a lie. That’s exactly what he meant to do. He just wasn’t very good at being sly about it.
“Your grandma knows everything about everyone, Flynn. I’m sure she’d fill you in on all the gaps.” He glanced at me, flashing a quick half smile, but I could see the pity in his blue eyes. I shook my head. “There’s no story here, Flynn.”
“Ooh, I’m sure there is,” crowed Jasmine, appearing out of thin air. “And I want to know everything!”
Turning the tables was the only chance I had of escape. “I want to know about you and Wade,” I told her. “He seems lovely.”
It was a less than honest assessment. Wade was all brawn and absolutely no brain.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” asked Jasmine lovingly.
I nodded, told her how lucky she was to have found him and asked how they’d met, managing to sound interested. Flynn bowed out, making an excuse about wanting another drink. After he’d gone, Jasmine grabbed two plastic chairs from the corner of the patio. She sat on one and pointed to the other.
The story of Wade and Jasmine was hardly spellbinding. They’d met when her father embarked on a fitness kick and decided to hire a personal trainer. Beefy Wade got the job – and the girl.
I had to concede that Wade Davis might be good for Jasmine. Somewhere along the line she’d lost the caustic personality that I despised so much. I still didn’t like her, but I wasn’t feeling any urge to dye her hands orange either. Besides, Floss had warmed to her. That had to count for something.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”
“Thanks, Charli,” she crowed. “I’m really glad you’re back in town for a while. Will Adam be here soon?”
For once in his life, Alex’s timing was impeccable. “Charli,” he called, stepping out. “Are you ready to go?”
I jumped out of my seat. “Yeah.” I turned back to face the chief Beautiful. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yes. We’ll do lunch or something. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
I doubt she meant to sound threatening. I forced a smile and rushed toward Alex, who was holding the door for me.
“I hope you’ve been playing nicely,” he whispered as I passed. I went into the house without answering him.
December 26
Adam
Travelling over the Christmas period isn’t ideal. It’s supposed to be the season of goodwill and cheer, but everybody I saw looked miserable.
JFK airport was bedlam but LAX was worse. By the time I finally arrived in Melbourne I wasn’t sure what day it was. When I got to Hobart three hours after that, I wasn’t even sure what my name was. I was exhausted. Just after midnight I picked up a rental car and began the hour-long drive to the Cove.
As desperate as I was to see Charli, I wasn’t an idiot. Given the latest turn of events, turning up at Alex’s door at one in the morning would be detrimental to my health. I had no idea what Charli’s explanation for returning home alone had been. The truth was bad enough.
I decided to head to the cottage and wait until morning. I knew it was empty. I hoped that the spare key was still under the doormat.
The street was in darkness. There weren’t even streetlights. A full moon guided me fumbling up to the porch. I finally found the key and made my way inside.
And the ambush began. A tangle of long blonde hair rushed at me through the darkness. I knew it was Charli, because she came out swinging. It was hardly a hardcore attack. Whatever she was whacking me with only registered as irritating because I was so tired.
“Charli, stop!”
She didn’t stop.
I threw her over my shoulder and dumped her on the couch as gently as I
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