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back,” she said in her take-charge fashion. “Light the fire, so you don’t get cold. Or I can bring you a blanket.”

      “No, thanks. I’m fine.”

      After his unusual confrontation with the most attractive and unnerving female he’d ever met, cold was the last thing he felt. However, he obligingly knelt by the fireplace and touched a match to the ready-laid logs and kindling. He could hear water running in the adjacent kitchen and the clink of dishes.

      He returned to his chair, and she re-entered the room with a tray. “Thought you might like some coffee to warm you up. It’s a fresh pot.”

      He took the mug she offered and declined a cookie from the plate she passed.

      “They’re ambrosia cookies. Made them myself. Unless you’d prefer some of Miss Bessie’s cinnamon buns—” Her amazing green eyes twinkled with mischief.

      “Cookies are fine, but I’m really not hungry,” he said hastily.

      She smiled, an expression of such unparalleled beauty it almost took his breath away. “I see you’re acquainted with Miss Bessie’s specialty.”

      He returned her grin. “I keep a large bottle of Maalox in my patrol car for my visits to her house. Only time I ever had a worse bellyache was from eating too many green apples when I was a kid.”

      She took her own mug and curled long, slender legs into the corner of the sofa nearest him, graceful as a feline. “Is this an official visit, Officer—?”

      “Blackburn.” He silently cursed his own thick-headedness. What kind of cop was he that the sight of a pretty woman could make him forget his duty? “Dylan Blackburn.”

      He watched for a sign of recognition at the mention of his name, but none registered on her pretty face. Evidently he hadn’t made the impression on her that she had on him that summer long ago.

      “And you’re Jennifer Thacker.”

      As if he’d startled her again, her head snapped up in alarm, and he was glad this time his battered nose was well out of range.

      “Jennifer Reid. Thacker’s my maiden name. How do you know that?”

      “Miss Bessie gave me a copy of your employment application.”

      “Why?” Her eyes had taken on a hunted look, like those of a wild nocturnal animal caught in a sudden light.

      “Just routine. As Miss Bessie’s assistant, you’ll be helping out occasionally at the day-care center she sponsors. Our department runs background checks on everyone who works with children in this town. Just a precaution.”

      “What kind of background check? I already gave Miss Bessie references.”

      “We run a search of state and national computers to see if you’ve ever served time or have an outstanding warrant.”

      She relaxed at his explanation, but not much, and he wondered if she had something to hide.

      “The stains should be out by now.” She jumped to her feet and rushed back to the kitchen as if happy to end the conversation. Again he heard water running, the slam of a door and the sound of a clothes dryer. She returned with the coffeepot and topped up his mug.

      Gazing at her up close, he had a hard time reconciling the vivacious woman before him with the image of his summer sweetheart from the year he turned twelve. Young Jennifer Thacker had been cool and distant. In retrospect, he suspected her attitude had been the result of extreme shyness. But there was nothing shy about Jennifer Reid, the widow Miss Bessie had recently hired.

      “You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked.

      Her hand shook slightly as she filled her own mug, and she seemed to avoid his gaze on purpose. “Should I?”

      “Maybe it wasn’t as big a deal for you as it was for me.”

      “It?”

      “You were the first girl I ever kissed.”

      She retreated to her corner of the sofa. “You’re kidding.”

      “Nope. I was twelve years old and thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. Especially since you wouldn’t have anything to do with us locals.”

      “Aunt Emily was very strict. I wasn’t allowed much latitude. How did you manage to kiss me?”

      For a fleeting second, he wondered why she hadn’t remembered. Her forgetting what, to him, had been a momentous event, tweaked his ego. He leaned back in the chair, enjoying his recollection. With logs popping and hissing in the fireplace, the aroma of coffee filling the air, the spectacular fall colors visible through the bay window, he couldn’t remember a more perfect day—except the one that long-ago summer when he’d kissed little Jenny Thacker.

      “You used to sunbathe on the dock of the place where you stayed down by the lake,” he said. “Like clockwork. I knew exactly when you’d be there.”

      “And you just ran up and kissed me?” She raised her feathery eyebrows.

      He couldn’t judge whether her expression was astonishment or amusement, but the delectable curve of her lip made him long to kiss her again. A kiss she would remember this time. Realizing he was still on duty, he squashed the urge. “I was only a kid, remember? And besides, Tommy Bennett bet me a dollar I was too chicken to try.”

      “You kissed me on a bet?” Laughter tugged at the corners of her luscious mouth, and again he experienced the irrepressible desire to kiss her. “I should have pushed you in the lake.”

      “You just sat there, stunned. Didn’t say a word.”

      “And you?”

      “I took off. But I bought you candy with my winnings. Left it on your doorstep the next day. Then I learned you’d gone home to Memphis that morning. You never came back to Casey Cove. Until now.”

      She shook her head sadly. “Aunt Emily—my great-aunt actually—couldn’t stand the trip from Memphis after that. Her arthritis crippled her toward the end.”

      “Why did you come back now?”

      “This was her favorite spot.”

      “Whose?”

      Jennifer seemed flustered, and what looked like fear flickered briefly in her eyes. “Aunt Emily’s, of course. We had many happy times here, so naturally I wanted to return.”

      His policeman’s instincts went on alert. Something about her answer rang off-key, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Besides, why would anyone lie about something as innocuous as why she chose to live in a certain place?

      Unless she had something to hide.

      Dylan pushed the suspicion from his mind. Maybe the blow to his nose had scrambled his brains. He sensed nothing sinister about the delectable Jennifer Reid. Quite the contrary.

      “I have a few more questions,” he said, “then I can let you get back to your cleaning.”

      She scrunched her face in a charming grimace. “It’s a nasty job, but somebody has to do it.”

      “The inquiry or the cleaning?”

      “Both.” She laughed with a rich throaty sound and seemed to truly relax for the first time since his arrival. “Fire away, Officer Blackburn.”

      Dylan had left her employment form on the clipboard in his car, but he recalled all the pertinent details.

      “You stated that you’re a widow?”

      She nodded. “My husband died almost a year ago.”

      She exhibited a significant lack of grief. Maybe her marriage hadn’t been a happy one. “Is that when you left Memphis?”

      “There were too many details to take care of right after he died. But by June

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