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After the budget meeting.”
    â€œBefore or after you gave chase to the stranger in your mama’s backyard?”
    She considered a white lie, but with his hazel eyes boring into her, only the truth emerged. “I found it that morning in my mailbox.”
    He threw his arms up before crossing them over his chest. Tension made his arm muscles flex. She took another swallow of her drink.
    â€œI’m surprised you’re here for help and not to accuse me of writing them.”
    Strangely, it had never crossed her mind that he might be behind the letters. Not his style to hide behind paper cutouts. The fact he assumed they were handwritten confirmed her intuition. “Anonymous threats aren’t your style.”
    â€œYou need to be more careful, Regan. Don’t go running after strangers in the dark.” The serious worry in his voice in turn worried her. She was hoping he would dismiss the letters, laugh them off.
    â€œYou don’t think I could take Ms. Martha?” She forced tease in her voice.
    His lips quirked up. “If it came to fisticuffs? Yes. But even little old ladies come packing heat in their pocketbooks these days.”
    She pressed her fingertips to her forehead. “Are we actually discussing the possibility of Ms. Martha assassinating me? We really are losing it, Sawyer. They’re going to lock us in padded cells next to each other.”
    He laughed, the rich, booming sound filling the small room and reverberating off the concrete. A flutter of wings beat in her stomach and expanded into her chest. More than anything, that’s what she’d missed after they’d broken up. His laugh, full of joy and promise and life.
    â€œI think we can evade the little men with straightjackets a little while longer.” His laughter faded like the dying rumble of thunder. “Putting an assassination attempt from Ms. Martha aside, she did not cut the crayfish baskets. You might have been able to haul them up and cut them, but not her. The logical conclusion is the same man who was lurking outside your mama’s house cut the baskets.”
    Her gaze met his and held. “Seems like we both have an interest in finding that man.”

 
    Chapter Six
    Sawyer stared into her big brown eyes. It had been a long time since they sat across from each other at a table and talked. Even though her shop was closed on Mondays, she was in a professional knee-length skirt that hugged her curves and a pretty, floaty blouse with geometric shapes all over it.
    Her eyes were soft and pretty, the lashes long and curled and painted black. Doe eyes he used to call them. She didn’t need the artificial enhancers. She looked even prettier like she had the other night at his house. No makeup and in a T-shirt and shorts.
    She’d look even better naked in his bed. Once the errant thought popped into his head, he couldn’t cram it back into his subconscious. All he could picture was her hair loose and her body spread over his mattress. Maybe she’d keep those heels on. His gaze ran down her long legs to the strappy high-heels she wore, pink toenails peeking out the ends.
    He ran his scabbed, dinged-up, dirty hands down his legs. His palms had gotten clammy all of a sudden. Like he was nervous or something.
    â€œHave you got any ideas?” she asked.
    His gaze shot back to her face. Had she guessed the direction of his thoughts? Because, hell yes, he had ideas. Lots of very dirty, erotic ideas. He shifted on the chair.
    â€œAbout figuring out who the man is?” This time her question was more tentative.
    He had to pull it together before she guessed anything. “The man. Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I’ve already asked around and no one knows, or else they’re staying quiet.”
    She bit her lip. Again. Did she know how crazy that made him? That straightjacket might become a reality. Or maybe she did know he still harbored a tiny, inconvenient attraction to her