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love living in Paradise Valley and intend to make their homes here, too.” She shivered at a blast of icy wind. “I have to say, though, it’s cold here. Really cold. And that wind that whistles through the valley from Yellowstone. Brrr.”
    “Let’s get you inside then.” He walked her up the steps of the porch. “So, eleven on Sunday? Or should we try for noon so you can attend church fist?”
    “Noon would be great.”
    “I’ll pick you up.”
    “Maybe I’ll meet you there.” She made a face. “Just safer.”
    “So the Sheenans won’t like you seeing me.”
    “Um, no,” she admitted. “They won’t.”
    “Then maybe we shouldn’t. I don’t want everyone upset with you. It’s not fair to you—”
    “Or you,” she countered. “And I wouldn’t go if I thought I was hurting anyone, but I’m not. This isn’t about them. So, from a purely selfish standpoint, I want to go to brunch. I like your company and, you know, you’re the first person—outside of Kara and my family—who has reached out to me here, or included me. So really, you’re the first friend I’ve made in Marietta, and after five weeks, it feels good to be making friends.” She searched his face, wishing the porch light was brighter, wanting to better see what he was thinking, but the light illuminated just his jaw and mouth, leaving his dark eyes shadowed. “You know?”
    He studied her for a moment, his lips firm and unsmiling, and then he nodded slowly. “I do,” he said quietly.
    And then he leaned towards her and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, and then another light kiss to her lips, before letting her go. “Sleep well.”
    “You, too,” she murmured, heart thudding hard, before unlocking the front door and slipping inside.
    She liked him. Really liked him. And this was going to be a problem.
    Kara was awake, waiting for Jet in the living room, watching TV, a glowing fire in the hearth, when Jet arrived home at eleven-thirty. Jet shot Kara a worried look as she peeled off her gloves and then her coat. “What’s wrong?”
    Kara turned off the TV. “Your sister was here earlier. She waited for you for almost an hour. You didn’t have your phone on you, did you?”
    “No. I left it charging and forgot it. What’s wrong? Did something happen to one of the kids?”
    “No. It just seems like your whole family knows you had dinner with Shane and they’re not happy.”
    “The Diekerhofs?”
    Kara gave her a look as if to say Jet was being deliberately dense. “No, the Sheenans.”
    Jet sighed. “The Sheenans aren’t my family. They’re Harley’s.” She laid her coat and gloves on the back of the couch and came around to sit on the opposite end of Kara. “And if Cormac had to go tell everyone…well, that’s rather sad.”
    “The Sheenans are really upset about the book.”
    “I gather. But why be so protective of McKenna? I’ve met her. She doesn’t strike me as all that fragile.”
    “It’s not that she’s fragile, but there’s concern that a lot of money will be made off of a tragedy, and none of the money benefits the victims—”
    “The Sheenans want a piece of the book?”
    “No. They don’t want it written at all. They don’t want anyone to capitalize on the murders.” Kara rose and took a poker to the glowing embers, spreading them out. “It’s a sordid piece of Marietta history, and no one here wants to see it exploited. And beyond the financial side, it was truly a terrible time, with everyone under the microscope, and no one more closely than the Sheenans.”
    “Why the Sheenans?”
    Kara sat back down and drew her legs up under her. “The Douglases and Sheenans were neighbors. They shared a property line. In fact, you had to drive on the Sheenan ranch to get to the Douglas’, so whoever the killer was, he’d been on the Sheenan property, too. So when Rory went for help, he went to the Sheenans. Brock and Bill raced to the Douglas house, while one of the other boys summoned