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of my nose to ward off the migraine that was threatening to overtake me.
    Landon took a careful step towards me and then pulled me towards him, wrapping his strong arms around me to comfort me. I considered pulling away, but it felt so good to be in his protective circle – even if it couldn’t last – that I willingly stayed there and rested my head on his shoulder for a minute.
    When I finally broke away, I looked up into Landon’s clear eyes and saw the comfort I so desperately wanted. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but one look at the curious secretary at the front desk told him that he didn’t want to do it here. I wanted him to kiss me, too, but I didn’t exactly want an audience.
    “I’ll walk you back to the paper,” Landon said finally, shooting an irritated look in the secretary’s direction.
    “That sounds nice,” I said with a warm smile. I meant it, too. It did sound nice.
    Unfortunately that sentiment didn’t last long. When I exited the police station, Landon close on my heels, I found Thistle standing in the middle of the sidewalk with her hands on her hips. She was waiting for me.
    I inadvertently pulled back when I saw her, slamming backwards into Landon as I did so. He wrapped an arm around my chest to steady me. “Hey, Thistle,” he greeted her with faux enthusiasm.
    Thistle ignored Landon’s greeting. “Why did you walk away from me when I was talking to you at the stable?”
    “I didn’t,” I said, avoiding Thistle’s angry gaze. “I just needed to talk to Chief Terry about the boat.”
    “It’s been like an hour,” Thistle said dismissively. “You knew they wouldn’t have any real information yet. Plus, The Whistler is a weekly. You don’t have to turn your story in for days.”
    “That doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to get up-to-date information,” I lied smoothly.
    “You’re full of it,” Thistle challenged me. “You’re hiding something.”
    “How’s Marcus?” Landon was trying to deflect the conversation. I wanted to kiss him – again – right there.
    “He wants to know why Bay is avoiding me,” Thistle said, shooting a pointed look in Landon’s direction.
    “I’m not avoiding you,” I lied. “If you must know, I was trying to find a reason to invite Landon to dinner up at the inn tonight.” The minute I said the words, I regretted them. The last thing I wanted to do was spend time with Landon – with my mom and aunts hanging around, that is.
    If Landon was surprised by the invitation, he hid it well. “I’m looking forward to a home-cooked meal,” he said brightly.
    Thistle shifted her gaze from my face to Landon’s. “That’s funny,” she said. “Because when you were at Hypnotic, not an hour ago, you said that you didn’t want me to tell my mom about you running into Landon because that would mean they would force him into a family dinner.”
    I could feel Landon shaking with silent laughter behind me. “You really told her that?”
    “You’re not funny,” I muttered. All the warm feelings I had been basking in where he was concerned a few minutes ago were suddenly gone.
    Landon returned to the task at hand. “I’m really looking forward to dinner tonight. I think it sounds like fun.”
    “Really?” Thistle challenged him. “I never realized you were crazy.”
    “You don’t want me to come to dinner?”
    “Oh, no, I want you to come to dinner,” Thistle said. “In fact, I expect your phone to ring with an invitation from my Aunt Winnie at any moment. I just don’t think that was what Bay was doing here.”
    I frowned at Thistle. “I told you not to tell your mom.”
    “I didn’t,” Thistle waved off my concerns. “I told Marnie.”
    “That’s the same thing.”
    “No it’s not,” Thistle said. “My mom and Marnie are different people.”
    “Barely,” I grumbled.
    “I’m not letting you change the subject,” Thistle plowed on. “I want to know why you’re avoiding me.”
    “I’m not avoiding