LITMIR.BIZ

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“This picture fell off the wall.”

      “Ha! I knew I heard a crash.”

      When Benjy tilted his head to look up, Shane’s hat fell to the floor. The boy scrambled to pick it up and returned it to his head. “Did you ride your horse?”

      Shane crouched down to his level. “You know I’m not really a cowboy. I’m a deputy.”

      Benjy gave him a stubborn scowl. “A depitty cowboy.”

      “And you’re a kid who needs to go back to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      While Angela escorted her son back to his bedroom, Shane went into the kitchen. He’d visited this house often enough to know where everything was. Usually, the countertops were covered with fancy little appliances. Not tonight. Like the rest of the house, the kitchen sparkled. Except for a plastic cup on the floor and a water spill near the sink. Using paper towels, he mopped up.

      All this cleanliness must be due to the Realtor’s “For Sale” sign in the front yard. The house had to be kept spiffy for showings.

      He found a plate of macadamia nut cookies on the small kitchen table and poured himself a glass of milk. This was a nice little ranch-style house in a good neighborhood. It ought to sell fast, and Shane told himself that he was glad to see Angela moving on with her life. When Tom and Angela bought this place a couple of months before their wedding, he’d helped them paint and move in the few sticks of furniture they’d owned. He remembered their high hopes for the future. After Tom finished his time in the military, he’d planned to go to med school and become a doctor.

      He munched his way through three cookies while he thought of the good times and the bad. Angela was about to take another big step forward, and so was he.

      She joined him. After getting Benjy back to sleep, she’d taken a moment to comb her wavy hair and pull it back in a ponytail. Though she was more composed than when she’d answered the door, he saw tension in the set of her jaw. Her cheeks were flushed. She’d lost weight.

      “Thanks for checking out the house, looking for the bogeyman.” She sat opposite him at the small table. “I guess I’ve got a bad case of prewedding jitters.”

      “I’m no expert,” he said, “but most brides tend to get fussy about bouquets and cakes and seating arrangements. They don’t go running around their house with a butcher knife.”

      “After I heard that crash, I went to Benjy’s room. He wasn’t in the bed. I was terrified.”

      “Where was he?”

      “Hiding in the closet. I don’t know why.” She rested both elbows on the table and propped her chin on her fists. “I’ve been edgy, not sleeping well. You know how I can get. Not that I’m comparing a case of nerves to how I felt after Tom died.”

      He remembered. She’d been overcome with grief, and he’d stayed with her nearly the whole time, except when he went back up to the mountains to follow up on the investigation into the hit-and-run accident that had killed his cousin. The detectives on the case had been competent, but they’d never apprehended the driver of the vehicle that ran him down.

      He studied the woman sitting opposite him. A few days before getting married, she should have been excited and happy. “What’s making you feel this way?”

      “The wedding has gotten out of hand. I didn’t think it would. Neil has a small family. Since both my parents are dead, I don’t really have anybody.”

      “You’ve got me,” he said. “And I’m honored to be walking you down the aisle.”

      “Tom would have wanted it that way. It’s symbolic that you’re giving me away.”

      He didn’t like the way that sounded. He wanted to hold on to their friendship. “I’m not leaving your life. Or Benjy’s. Like it or not, I’m always going to be hanging around.”

      “I like it.”

      She had the warmest smile. When she relaxed, he saw that candle flame inside her grow steady and strong. He reached across the table and took her hand. “Your wedding shouldn’t be a burden.”

      “I’ve missed you.” She gazed into his eyes. “It’s been over a month since I’ve seen you.”

      “Anytime you need me, I’m just a phone call away.” He looked into her eyes. The color of her irises had always fascinated him—a greenish-gray that seemed to change with her mood and the clothes she wore. Right now, they were more green, matching the cardigan she’d thrown over her white V-neck shirt. “Tell me how your quiet little ceremony turned into a monster.”

      “Everybody means well.” She gave his hand a squeeze, rose from the table and went to the sink to get a glass of water. “At first, I only wanted to invite my partner at the restaurant and the main chef. When the other employees heard, they wanted to come, and I couldn’t say no.”

      Her south Denver restaurant—Waffles—was only open for breakfast and lunch. “Your staff isn’t too large.”

      “Right, and I figured we’d have the reception at Waffles in the evening so catering wouldn’t be a problem. Just a casual dinner. Then Neil’s friends and coworkers wanted invitations. Doctors and nurses from the hospital. And professors from the university. Important people.” She took a sip of her water. “Not that the woman who’s working on a cure for malaria is more important than one of my busboys, but I want to put my best foot forward.”

      “I understand.”

      “Before I knew what was happening, I was arranging for tons of flowers and a DJ and imported champagne and a fancy cake.” Her eyes flashed. “That reminds me. I hope you’re not dating anybody special right now because I’ve got someone I want you to meet. She’s French.”

      “Ooh-la-la.” He hated being fixed up but didn’t want to burst her bubble.

      “On top of everything else,” she said, “I’m selling the house, and it has to look great.”

      “Is that why you’re still living here instead of at Neil’s house? For showings?”

      “For convenience,” she said. “My house is five minutes away from the restaurant and from Benjy’s babysitter. It’s easier to stay here while I handle the wedding preparations. Neil lives on the outskirts of Boulder. It’s a forty-five-minute drive, longer if I run into traffic.”

      It seemed to him that a couple in love would want to be together no matter how problematic. If he’d been getting married to Angela, he would have turned his life upside down to be with her.

      “I’m here now,” Shane said. “Tell me what you need, and you can consider it done.”

      She gave him a quick hug. “I’m glad you’re here. When I heard that crash in the bedroom, I was imagining the worst.”

      “And it was nothing serious,” he said. “The wind must have knocked the painting off the wall.”

      She looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

      “Your bedroom window was open.”

      Her eyes widened, and she gasped. “It was closed. I’m sure it was closed. I remember the rain splattering against the panes.”

      If that was true, someone had opened the window. She was right about the intruder. “Are you sure?”

      “Oh, God, I don’t know.” Her hand rose to cover her mouth. “I think so. Is there a way to prove someone was inside?”

      “I doubt anyone was inside. With all this rain, they would have left wet footprints, and I didn’t see anything.”

      She shuddered. “What if they were standing outside and peeking in?”

      He thought of his gun under the pillow in the extra bedroom. If somebody was sneaking around the house, he needed to secure his

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