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thing. “You’ll be family soon, and I hardly know anything about what you do.”

      “Honestly, Kelsey, enough about work,” Emily interrupted, despite the fact that Todd had remained completely—suspiciously?—silent. “We have more important things to discuss.”

      Ever the peacemaker, Emily turned the conversation to the wedding and her honeymoon. She smoothed over the tension like a pro until, on the outside at least, everything looked perfect.

      But as the conversation moved on to drinks and appetizers and who wanted to try the chef’s special, Kelsey couldn’t help noticing how her cousin’s gaze would occasionally drift off in the distance. And she wondered if maybe, just maybe, Emily was waiting for Connor—or anyone—to rescue her again.

      Connor drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, his gaze locked on the Italian restaurant. Candlelight flickered in the antique sconces, illuminating the rustic red brick, aged pergola, and carved wooden doors.

      After taking Kelsey back to the hotel and her car, Connor called Jake Cameron, eager to hear what the man had found. But the conversation hadn’t gone as he’d hoped.

      “I told you this would take some time,” Jake had said, sounding more frustrated and less confident than during the last call.

      “Yeah, I know. You also told me you had a date with Sophia Pirelli. You had to have found something.”

      Silence filled the line, and Connor might have thought the call was disconnected, except he could still sense his friend’s tension coming across loud and clear. “Jake—”

      “Look, I’m seeing her again. I’ll call you later.”

      He’d hung up after that, leaving Connor to battle his own tension and frustration. Unwilling to sit in his hotel room and go over the same information on Dunworthy again, he’d headed for Todd’s condo, planning to talk with some of the man’s neighbors, when he spotted the familiar SUV leaving the parking garage.

      As Connor followed Dunworthy from his Scottsdale loft, careful to stay two car lengths behind, he had plenty of time to make some calls, and discovered the studio-sized units cost well over two million dollars. Knowing the man would pay such an outrageous price for an exclusive address to call home, Connor should have expected what was to come.

      He’d already trailed Emily’s fiancé from one expensive store to another, growing more and more disgusted as Dunworthy racked up a small fortune in purchases. Wine shops, jewelers, tailors. Connor had held back far enough to keep Dunworthy from spotting him, but not so far that he couldn’t see the dollar signs in the salespeople’s eyes.

      The afternoon had proved a dud just like the meeting that morning, and Connor wished Kelsey had come along. He missed her company—an odd admission for a man who worked alone. He missed her wry comments and witty comebacks, not to mention the tempting thought of kissing her. It was no longer a question of if, but when…

      He did have one lead, thanks to a call he’d overheard Todd make on his cell phone, but he would have to wait to follow up.

      He sat up straight in the driver’s seat as the restaurant’s carved doors opened. “’Bout time,” he muttered as the elder Wilsons stepped outside along with Aileen and her husband. Todd and Emily followed, and even though Connor had his gaze locked on the other man, it didn’t take much to distract him. Just Kelsey.

      She stood apart from the rest of the group—not so far she couldn’t hear the conversation, just far enough she couldn’t be easily drawn in. He’d noticed her do that at the hotel when he’d crashed their little reception planning session. She’d trailed a step or two behind her aunt and cousin, hiding behind the copious notes she took in her day planner. Observing, but not really joining.

      Just the way he did. He never would have thought his job as a private eye and Kelsey’s job as a wedding coordinator would give them something else in common, but there it was. Still, the Wilsons were more than Kelsey’s clients; they were her family. So what was the reason for that distance?

      Now wasn’t the time to worry about it. Connor jerked his gaze away from Kelsey. He didn’t let his attention stray back to her, not even once, surprised by how hard that was.

      Todd slapped his future father-in-law on the back, then kissed Charlene’s cheek and said something to make the older woman laugh.

      I’ll be damned, Connor thought, his respect for Dunworthy as an adversary rising a few notches. He’d never seen the woman crack a smile, yet Todd had Emily’s mother eating out of his hand.

      The group, a silent film of family togetherness, said their goodbyes amid hugs and kisses, with Kelsey drifting just outside the happy circle. They broke into pairs, the elder Wilsons off to the left with Aileen and her husband, Emily and Dunworthy to his car—illegally parked, Connor noted—alongside the restaurant. Kelsey, the odd woman out, headed toward the back of the restaurant, crossing the parking lot…alone.

      Todd’s SUV engine roared. He should follow, Connor knew. His hand went to the ignition, but he didn’t turn the key. A gut feeling, the kind Kelsey had sardonically discounted, held him in place even as Todd backed his vehicle away from the restaurant.

      He had to go now if he had any hope of following. Instead, he leaned forward. Kelsey had nearly disappeared around the building. That side of the restaurant wasn’t as well lit. Her hair looked brown in the meager light, the shadows dousing its fiery color. Dressed in a denim skirt and lace-trimmed green T-shirt, she looked smaller than usual…younger and more vulnerable.

      Connor had already pushed the car door open before he caught sight of the dark shape of a man cutting across the parking lot and heading her way. Surprise drew Kelsey up short. Connor was still too far away to hear what she said, but he was close enough to see the guy reach out to grab her.

      It was his nightmare brought to life. Close enough to see, too far away to help…For a split second, Connor froze until he realized this was no dream and the woman in danger wasn’t Cara Mitchell. It was Kelsey.

      Adrenaline pounded through his veins. A short burst of speed, the rhythmic thumping of feet against pavement, and he was there. Muscles flexing, he had the guy’s arm twisted behind his back, his face shoved against the side of the restaurant.

      “You okay?” he demanded of Kelsey, surprised by the breathless gasp fueling the words. His heart pounded like he’d run half a mile instead of thirty yards. Trying to outrun the past…

      “Kelsey?” He could feel her behind him but didn’t risk looking over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

      “Connor, what—” Too stunned by his sudden appearance to get the words out, Kelsey pressed a hand to her pounding heart, surprised the organ was still where it was supposed to be. For a second, she thought it had jumped right out of her chest.

      “Did he hurt you?”

      She blinked, the question not quite registering, and stared at her ex-boyfriend, who was pressed like a pancake against the restaurant’s brick wall. Matt Moran had hurt her. He’d wounded her pride, trashed her self-confidence, hitting her where she was most vulnerable with the reminder she could never compare to her oh-so-beautiful cousin.

      Matt made a strangled, high-pitched sound that might have been her name. “Kelsey! Tell him I wouldn’t hurt you.”

      Connor shot her a quick glance. “You know this guy?”

      The tension eased from his shoulders, but Kelsey knew he could be back in battle mode in a split second. The masculine display shouldn’t have impressed her. She’d never advocated violence as a way to problem-solve. But seeing her former boyfriend pinned to a wall, well, it did her heart some good.

      “Yes. You can let him go. He just wanted to talk to me.”

      Only, Kelsey hadn’t wanted to hear anything Matt had to say. She’d already heard it all, ironically enough, from Connor.

      He let go of the other

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