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down, I wasn’t tired anymore.”

      She remembered that he had a sister, but she’d thought she was married. “Does your sister live with you now?”

      “Yeah. It’s a temporary thing. She split up with her husband a few months ago. By the way, I’ve set up a meeting tomorrow with Audrey Burchard. That’s why I’m here—to collect my notes and prepare some questions. I’m assuming you want to come to the interview?”

      She was very interested in meeting Celia’s mother and judging for herself whether the woman really was telling the truth about what she remembered. “What time?”

      “Celia arranged for us to drop in at the town house on Park Avenue at ten in the morning.”

      “I’ll have to do some juggling with my schedule. Want to take a cab from here?”

      “That’ll work.”

      Lindsay glanced at her watch. It was almost three. One good thing about this late night encounter with Nathan—it had put all thoughts of her nightmare out of her mind. “I think I’ll head home and get a few hours’ sleep.”

      He nodded. “I just need to grab that file. I made a copy for you, too.”

      “Great. I’ll read it at home.” Lindsay closed up her office, then met Nathan at the front door. He had two manila folders in his hand and he passed her one.

      “Thanks.” She was glad to see that he was still as methodical and conscientious as ever. They exited the office and she locked up behind them. Nathan followed her down the corridor and the stairs, until they were back on the street.

      Nathan kept walking with her as she headed toward her apartment, even though the subway entrance was in the opposite direction.

      “So what were you doing at the office so late?” he asked.

      “I often work at night. I like the quiet.”

      “Still a night owl, huh?”

      Suddenly she was reminded of one night when they’d been working late together. They’d been in an unmarked car, waiting outside an apartment building for the suspect they were tailing to make his move.

      They’d been listening to the radio and talking. The music was soft and romantic and a mood had settled over her, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She’d felt safe and warm and extremely aware of the attractive man beside her.

      Until that moment, Nathan had never made an inappropriate comment or move, never given any indication that he might find her attractive, too.

      But that night she’d thought she saw an admiring light in his eyes. When she held his gaze, he’d shifted subtly in her direction. She must have moved toward him, too, because the next thing she knew they were kissing.

      There’d been an immediate spark between them, and soon the spark was a roaring blaze. They’d necked like teenagers, making love with their clothes on, and they might have gone even further, if Nathan hadn’t noticed the suspect leaving the apartment building. With their guy on the move, the moment between them was terminated with surgical precision.

      Later, they’d both acted as if it had never happened.

      And, three weeks after that, Lindsay had handed in her resignation.

      “Is this your building?” Nathan asked when she stopped walking.

      “Yes. See you tomorrow.” She turned to leave, but Nathan stopped her with a touch on her arm.

      “Are you sure you’ll be able to sleep now?”

      The concern in his voice, brought a slight ache to her stomach. More like a yearning than a pain. “Whether I sleep, or not, isn’t really your concern.”

      “Wow. Still, the same prickly Lindsay.”

      She wrapped her arms around her body, suddenly aware of the chill in the air. “I’m just used to being independent, that’s all.”

      “You really believe that?” Nathan gave her a long, considering look, then shook his head. “When we worked together on the police force, I could understand why you kept your distance. I figured you were worried that friendship would lead to something more.”

      “Just because we kissed that one time—”

      “Hey. It was more than a kiss.” When she wouldn’t look at him, he added, “Even if you won’t admit it.”

      “That kiss was a mistake. I thought you agreed with me about that.”

      “Why would you think that?”

      “You never mentioned anything…”

      “I wanted to. You were the one who froze me out. Next thing I knew, you’d handed in your resignation. I felt guilty about that.”

      “Well, you shouldn’t have. My resignation had nothing to do with you.”

      Nathan was silent for a minute. Then he nodded. “Good.”

      “I started my agency because I wanted to do work that was meaningful to me. But now you’ve got me questioning your motives for being here.”

      “Hey, don’t flatter yourself. You’re not exactly irresistible. And for the record, I take my work just as seriously as you do.”

      “Yes.” She’d gone too far suggesting that he might have had ulterior motives for seeking her out. She ought to know better than to make too much out of one necking session.

      Still, she couldn’t silence the nagging feeling that this partnership—which seemed so perfect in so many ways—might turn out to be her biggest mistake.

      MORNING CAME TOO EARLY. It always did for Lindsay. There were few sounds she hated more than the buzzing of her alarm clock, though Nathan Fisher’s voice might become one of them.

      She lifted her head from the pillow, then sank back as a familiar pain made her wince. She’d mixed herself another drink last night before going to bed. The extra alcohol had helped her sleep, but now she was paying the price.

      She groped for the pain relievers she kept at the side of her bed, swallowed two, then hit the snooze button. Thirty minutes later, she was running late, but at least her head was back to a normal size.

      As she dressed, she mentally reviewed her plans for the day. First up was the meeting with Audrey Burchard, but she needed to reschedule some appointments first.

      The air was smoggy and humid, and Lindsay inhaled the familiar scent with resignation as she hurried out her front door. Bad air was the price you paid to live in this city, but frankly, she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. She passed at least twenty people during the short walk to her office and not one of them tried to make eye contact with her.

      How great was that?

      Nadine handed her a cup of fresh coffee as soon as she stepped into the office. Lindsay accepted thankfully, knocking back several sips despite the hot temperature. Nathan was in the reception room, too, waiting in the sitting area reserved for clients, reading the New York Daily News.

      “Ready to go?” he asked her.

      Lindsay remembered his annoying ability to always, always, always be on time. “I’m well aware of our meeting with Audrey Burchard, thanks, Nathan. Just give me a minute.”

      She passed a list of names and numbers to Nadine. “Would you reschedule these appointments for me, please?”

      “You bet.”

      Lindsay’s gaze snagged on the African violet. “When I get back, we need to talk.”

      “Oh.” Nadine looked sheepish and slightly worried. Perhaps she’d hoped Lindsay wouldn’t even notice the plant. Not that it was a big deal. Still, she had a feeling that if she didn’t put a stop to it now, Nadine would fill the place with big, green, growing things that needed daily

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