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Kitt jerked to attention. “Don’t tell me you still smoke.”

He dropped his hand back onto the wheel. “I quit a month ago. And twenty times before that. But I’m determined this go-around. I even wore a shirt without a pocket but then I grew uneasy, so now it’s a touchstone. You’re lucky you never smoked. It’s a feeling that haunts you.”

His standard attire had always been blue jeans and a white pocket t-shirt. The same as her perp was wearing but she bet he didn’t look as good in them. Rob drove a black Vette and she hadn’t known what it was. Her notes said Jason drove a black Porsche and how was she going to recognise that? Maybe Rob could help.

She patted him on the shoulder then dropped her hand to his knee. “Let’s drive to Fruitland Park.”

He looked at her hand and said. “Baby, keep that up and I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Reach any higher and I’ll take you to a secluded spot and park.”

If he really meant it, she would. She smiled. “You’re all talk,” she said, trailing her fingers up his thigh.

He grabbed her hand and guided it towards his crotch. “You do remember Fruitland is just a town, not an actual park, don’t you?”

“Of course, but I heard there was a…new Kangaroo gas station on the main street…with low prices.”

“You’re not driving your car.”

“I…I just want to ride by and see where it is, for when I am driving. I like a bargain as well as the next person.”

He looked at her like she’d just stepped out of a Planter’s jar, but five minutes later, they passed it. It was a lame answer but what else could she say?

“Damn. I didn’t see the place in time. Hold on.” His sharp swerve through the ATM lane in a branch bank parking lot sent a pack of matches flying off the dash into Kitt’s

lap.

The Silver Spoon. The words were emblazoned in red above a shiny spoon with a half-clad woman straddling it. “Here you are. Check the prices.”

She waved the match pack. “Where did you get these, Rob?”

He rolled his eyes. “Take a guess.”

“Smart ass. I mean, where is this place?” Kitt turned the match folder over and…yahoo! The address was on the back. The Silver Spoon was in Fruitland Park, the burg where Jason Terewski had been seen. His current woman owned an eatery and her perp could be there right now.

Chapter Four

“Take me there.” Kitt tapped the picture on the pack of matches. “I want to go to The Silver Spoon.”

Why in hell? “You wouldn’t like it.” Rob didn’t want her to see the place. It wasn’t terrible but it was a dive and the clientele wasn’t the kind she’d enjoy mixing with. And it didn’t meet the standards he’d set for himself. Yet he’d gotten drunk there last night before going to Sugar’s house to see Kitt. He was terrified she’d reject him after he’d spent all those years dreaming of finding her again.

Now he’d gotten himself in a bind with his job. He hadn’t said he worked at Fruits of the Sea now. But Kitt had come to that conclusion, and it was better than her finding out the truth.

“You evidently like the place. And I think I see why.” She tapped a nail on the cover.

“It’s not like that. The waitresses don’t wear those red things. They wear black shorts and shirts. The match cover is a replica of the painting that hangs over the bar.”

“Is it a picture of the owner?”

“How can I tell? I don’t even know who owns the place.”

Kitt held the matchbook cover close to his face. “Have you seen this woman before?” The woman’s long dark hair fell over one eye but both boobs were clearly displayed.

“You want to make me wreck?” Rob asked, pushing Kitt’s hand away. “I guess not. I’m sure I’d remember a pair of knockers like those.”

Kitt rubbed his thigh. “Let’s go to The Silver Spoon, Rob. I want to see for myself what kind of place it is. Please. I’d really appreciate it.”

“What’s with you? It’s just another bar. Let’s go to my place and you can appreciate me there.” They were parked across from the gas station in Fruitland Park. He moved her hand higher to where she could feel how hard he was for her.

“You’d back out on me like you always do. Anyway, I’m not in the mood right now.” Kitt sat back and folded her arms.

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