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insisted. “He’s ancient history.”

      “Yeah, but I bet he’s still a dumbshit.”

      “I wouldn’t know. He’s a complete stranger to me. I wish everyone would get that through their heads.”

      “We won’t,” he assured her. “Can’t you see we’re dying here, Rosa? We’re starved for gossip.”

      “Find someone else to gossip about.”

      “We were all watching him with the new security cameras,” Vince said.

      “I can’t believe you guys.”

      “Teddy can zoom in on anything.”

      “Good for him.” Her head pounded, and she rubbed her temples.

      “I got this, honey,” Vince said. “I’ll close tonight.”

      She offered a thin smile. “Thanks.” She started to remind him about the seal on the walk-in fridge, the raccoons in the Dumpster, but stopped herself. She’d been working on her control-freak impulses.

      As she left through the back entrance, she wished she’d thought to grab a sweater before rushing out today. The afternoon had been hot; now the chill air raised goose bumps on her bare arms.

      Debris from last week’s windstorm had been cleared away, but broken trees and fallen branches still lay along the periphery of the parking lot. The power had been knocked out for hours, but the cameras had come through unscathed.

      Her heels rang on the pavement as she headed for her car, a red Alfa Romeo Spider equipped with an extravagant stereo system. As she used the remote on her key chain to unlock the driver’s side door, a shadow overtook her.

      She stopped walking and looked up to see Alex, somehow not surprised to find him standing in the dull glow of the parking lot lights. “What, you’re stalking me now?”

      “Do you feel stalked?”

      “Yeah, I generally do when a man approaches me in a deserted parking lot at midnight. Creeps me out.”

      “I can see how that could happen.”

      “You should hear what they’re saying about you inside.”

      “What’s that?”

      “Oh, all sorts of things. Dumbshit, dickwad. Stuff like that. Two different guys offered to break your kneecaps. They liked your tip, though.”

      He offered that crooked smile again, the one that used to practically stop her heart. “It’s good to know you surrounded yourself with quality people.”

      She gestured at the security camera mounted on a light pole.

      “What are you doing?” Alex asked.

      “Trying to let my quality people know I don’t need rescuing.” It was late. She couldn’t keep batting this pointless conversation back and forth. She just wanted to go home. Besides, it was taking every bit of energy she possessed to pretend he had no effect on her. “What are you doing here, Alex?” she asked.

      He showed her his hand, which held a palm-sized cell phone. “I was calling a taxi. Is the local service as bad now as it used to be?”

      “A taxi? You’d be better off hitchhiking.”

      “That’s supposed to be dangerous. And I know you wouldn’t want to put a customer in danger.”

      “Where are your friends, anyway?”

      “Went back to Newport.”

      “And you’re headed…?”

      “To the house on Ocean Road.”

      No one in his family had visited the place in twelve years. It was like a haunted mansion, perched there at the edge of the ocean, an abandoned, empty shell. Wondering what had brought him back after all this time, she shivered. Before she realized what he was doing, he slipped his jacket around her shoulders. She pulled away. “I don’t—”

      “Just take it.”

      She tried not to be aware of his body heat, clinging to the lining of the jacket. “Your friends couldn’t give you a ride?”

      “I didn’t want one. I was waiting for you…Rosa.”

      “What, so I can give you a lift?” Her voice rose with incredulity.

      “Thanks,” he said. “Don’t mind if I do.” He headed for the Alfa Spider.

      Rosa stood in the amber glow of the floodlights, trying to figure out what to do. She was tempted to peel out without another word to him, but that seemed a bit juvenile and petty. She could always get someone from the restaurant to give him a ride, but they weren’t feeling too friendly toward him. Besides, in spite of herself, she was curious.

      She didn’t say another word as she released the lock on the passenger side door. She waved goodbye to the security camera; then they got in and took off.

      “Thanks, Rosa,” he said.

      Like he’d given her a choice. She exceeded the speed limit, but she didn’t care. There wasn’t a soul in sight, not even a possum or a deer. This area was lightly patrolled by the sheriff’s department, and given her association with Sean Costello, sheriff of South County, she didn’t have much concern that she’d get a ticket.

      At the roadside, beach rose hedges fanned out toward the dunes and black water. On the other side lay marshes and protected land, an area mercifully untouched for generations.

      “So I guess you’re wondering why I’m back,” Alex said.

      She was dying to know. “Not at all,” she said.

      “I knew Celesta’s was your place,” he explained. “I wanted to see you.”

      His directness took her aback. But then, he used to be the most honest person she knew. Right up until he left, never looking back.

      “What for?” she asked.

      “I still think about you, Rosa.”

      “Ancient history,” she assured him, reminding herself he’d been drinking.

      “It doesn’t feel that way. Feels like only yesterday.”

      “Not to me,” she lied.

      “You were dating that deputy. Costa,” Alex said, referring to the day he’d briefly returned, about ten years ago, and she’d sent him away. He would remember that, along with the fact that she didn’t need or want him.

      “Costello,” she corrected him. “Sean Costello. He’s the sheriff now.”

      “And you’re still single.”

      “That’s none of your business.”

      “I’m making it my business.”

      Rosa drove even faster. “It was awkward, you showing up like that.”

      “I figured it would be. At least we’re talking. That’s a start.”

      “I don’t want to start anything with you, Alex.”

      “Have I asked you to?”

      She pulled into the crushed gravel and oyster shell drive of the Montgomery house. Over the years, the grounds had been kept neat, the place painted every five years. It was a handsome Victorian masterpiece in the Carpenter Gothic style, complete with engraved brass plaque from the South County Historical Preservation Society.

      “No,” she admitted, throwing the gear in Neutral. “You haven’t asked me for anything but a ride. So here’s your ride. Good night, Alex.” She thought about tossing off a remark—Say hi to your mother from me—but couldn’t bring herself to do that.

      He turned to her on the seat. “Rosa, I have a lot to say

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