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What would he say if he knew the truth? Would he run, or would he help her?
She couldn’t risk losing him, so he needed to stay in the dark. But for as long as she had him, she’d use him. She’d get to the bottom of who killed Mom.
“Talking to you makes me feel better,” Robin said.
He lifted his free hand and slid his fingers over her cheek then behind her ear. “Then keep talking.”
She licked her lips, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Funny, they’d sat on the benches yesterday for ages bouncing from topic to topic, and yet right now she couldn’t come up with enough words to string together right now.
“Harper?”
“Hm?”
“Thank you. For tonight. I keep trying to repay you, and just end up more in debt.”
He stepped closer still and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Well, I have very generous interest rates and low monthly payment plans.”
She chuckled and her heart fluttered a bit.
When it came to men, she’d never been a very good student. He made her want to put in a couple long hours, but cramming wasn’t really her style.
Harper tipped his chin up and pressed a chaste kiss to her brow. She curled her aching toes in her shoes and blew out the breath she’d been holding. It was sweet and unexpected from the man who dripped sex appeal.
He tugged on her hand. “Come on, it’s chilly. I make a mean Hot Toddy.”
Robin was going to use him, but maybe she could enjoy him, too. There wasn’t a law against that, was there?
Chapter Four
Wednesday.Harper’sApartment,NewOrleans, LA.
Robin stepped into the apartment. The exposed brick walls and ductwork over their heads in the vaulted ceiling gave the place a modern, industrial feel that was balanced by the overstuffed, worn furniture that had seen better days.
“It’s not much.” Harper shut the front door behind them.
She let her gaze rove over the room. “Something of a minimalist, I see.”
“Not by choice.” He chuckled. “I just never know when my next big gig will be across the country or something.”
“So do you have another home? Somewhere you keep things like, I don’t know, pictures and personal stuff?” It wasn’t that the place wasn’t nice. It was. But it was nice like a hotel or a rental. There were no personal touches, nothing that spoke of him.
“I do actually,” he said slowly.
“Yeah?” She turned, interested now. “Where?”
“It’s down in the Keys. Little condo. Not much really. Nowhere near this nice.”
“Florida Keys?” She had visions of bold, colorful walls, worn photographs, and old boots.
“Yeah. My family moved around a lot growing up. I got fixated on buying some property in the Keys, so when I could I did.”
“You go there often?”
He shook his head. “Rarely, actually. I’ve been thinking about packing it up and renting the place.”
“Don’t.” She bit her lip. It wasn’t her place to tell him what to do. “I’m just saying, don’t keep everything important to you boxed up and hidden.”
That was just what she did.
