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He knew from the layout inside that the padlocked corrugated door rolled up to reveal the bottling area and a small loading dock. If he’d been thinking of the brewery as a bar, he would’ve changed his mind back here. Not one bar in the world had a back lot this clean.

When he didn’t find even a hint of something suspicious, Luke circled the front of the building. Sunlight deteriorated beer, Jamie had explained earlier, so the few windows in the place were high up and always locked.

Luke was just rejoining Jamie and Eric when he noticed a woman approaching across the parking lot. Her blond ponytail bounced as she rushed closer. Luke found his eyes dipping down, taking note of the tight jeans and gorgeous thighs. Aside from a killer body, she looked perfectly innocent, pink-cheeked and bright-eyed.

“Hey, guys,” she said breathlessly. “What’s going on? Do you know anything more?”

Eric reached for the woman to give her a hug, so Luke used his detective skills to determine that this was the sister. They didn’t pay him the big bucks for nothing. Also, she looked a lot like Jamie Donovan, though smaller and way prettier.

She shot Jamie a tense look. Jamie’s gaze fell to the ground, his mouth tightening. Whatever passed between them seemed set aside when she looked at Luke and smiled. “Hi,” she said, offering a hand. “I’m Tessa Donovan.”

“Detective Asher,” he said. When he took her hand, he felt the fine bones of her fingers and smelled a faint flowery scent that made him clear his throat in defense. His life was way too complicated to leave room for noticing how a pretty woman smelled.

Luckily, she followed Eric Donovan through the door to see the damage. Luke was left alone with Jamie. “So how’ve you been, man?” he asked. They’d been a year apart at the University of Colorado, but they’d attended a lot of the same parties. Emphasis on a lot. “Jamie?” Luke prompted.

“What? Oh, sorry. Yeah, everything’s good, aside from this. How are you doing? I hear—” Jamie seemed to catch himself at the last moment, clueing Luke into the fact that Boulder might have a population of one hundred thousand souls, but it was still a small town. The rumors about Luke hadn’t stayed confined to the police department.

“Everything’s good,” Luke said, answering the unfinished question.

“Oh, great!” Jamie slapped him on the shoulder, but when Luke’s partner emerged from the brewery, tucking a notebook into the pocket of her jacket, Jamie’s eyes went right to her belly. It was getting hard to miss.

“Did you meet Detective Parker?” Luke asked as if things hadn’t turned awkward. “Jamie this is Simone Parker. Simone, this is Jamie Donovan. We went to the U together.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said, her voice sweet and soft as ever. People were always surprised by her femininity, despite that her flawless brown skin and dark, wide-set eyes left men a bit starry-eyed. They thought female police detectives had to be tough and hard-nosed. But Simone was simply the sharpest cop he’d ever met, and she’d made the rank of detective by outsmarting everyone around her.

Simone excused herself while Luke handed Jamie a business card. “All right. Call me if you think of anything else. I’ll be in touch.”

“Great. Hey, she’s beautiful, man.”

Luke paused in the act of turning away and winced at the implication. He wanted to clarify that Simone was his partner and not his girlfriend, but that would lead to questions he didn’t want to answer. Couldn’t answer. So he forced himself to finish the step he’d been about to take, and he headed for the car he shared with Simone.

Up until a few months ago, it had been an easy place to occupy. Now her pregnant belly took up all the space in the damn car and pushed out the breath able air. Despite his years as a detective, Luke couldn’t figure out what the hell had gone wrong. And Simone wasn’t talking to anyone.

CHAPTER TWO

TESSA KEPT HER EYE on the clock as she prepped the barroom for the evening rush. It was four forty-five and Roland Kendall hadn’t returned her call.

She hadn’t meant to leave him a message at all. After carefully calculating the absolutely perfect time to contact him: after lunch when the morning was far from his mind, but before five, just in case he was heading out for drinks before hitting his box at the Rockies game. She didn’t have his cell phone number and she couldn’t think of a good reason to ask Eric for it.

So she’d called Kendall’s office at two-thirty, and when his secretary had said he wasn’t available, Tessa had hung up. But when she’d called again at three, the secretary had pointedly asked, “May I take a message, Ms. Donovan?” Damn caller ID.

Now Tessa was stuck waiting for a return phone call. She hated waiting. Thank goodness she was working the bar this afternoon. Her office had become a suffocating box and her new computer wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow. But the bar work was soothing, especially at this quiet hour. They didn’t serve lunch, so their only customers were the regulars who wandered in from the sandwich shops across the street. Though there were often brewery tours during the week, none were scheduled today, so Tessa was free to sweep and wipe down tables and chairs, and even give a nice spring cleaning to the laminated beer menus. All without once taking her mind off the clock. Five o’clock loomed on the horizon and there was still no word from Roland Kendall.

Jamie wasn’t there to bitch at, so Tessa called up the Twitter application on her phone and began typing. She was the only one interested in social media as a marketing tool, so she was in charge of their Twitter account, but Jamie…Jamie was the face of the company. And the voice.

She smiled as she finished up her message from Jamie Donovan.

My sister won an argument & made me admit I was an idiot. Drop in tonight & tell me you lost an argument too & get half off your 1st pint.

There. She felt a little better, but as if warning against relief, Eric’s voice drifted in from the back room as he placed another furious call to their alarm company. Actually, if his voice was any indication, they were now the brewery’s former alarm company. Any lightness she’d felt was immediately swept away.

She was straining so hard to listen to Eric’s conversation that she jumped like a startled cat when the front door opened. Before she could summon up a smile of invitation, she recognized Jamie’s sun-rimmed silhouette.

“Jamie!” She rushed forward so she could whisper her question. “Did you call Monica?”

“No.” He looked even more miserable than Tessa felt.

“Why not? I left you a message. I can’t get ahold of her father and—”

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