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“Stalker?” I blurted. Harvey’s question left my brain stumbling in the dark for a second or two until I remembered the poem that came with the daisies. “Oh, you mean from last night.”

“What happened last night?” Doc asked.

Harvey beat me off the line. “Some peeping Tom was spying on her and her loverboy while they were dancing. He wrote her a little poem about how purty she looked in her red dress.”

Wolfgang isn’t my “loverboy,” thank you very much, Harvey. Hell, I hadn’t even made it to first base with him.

Doc’s brows raised. “How was your big date?”

Discussing the sad state of my romantic affairs in front of Doc made me squirm. It was like inspecting my underwear for holes in the company of a stranger—a dark, attractive stranger with great legs.

“It was okay.” I tried to play it down for some reason that I wasn’t sure I wanted to explore.

“Just okay?”

“She didn’t get any action.”

“Harvey!”

He snorted. “What? You didn’t. Not really.” He grinned at Doc. “Her boyfriend is a bit light in his cowboy boots, if you know what I mean.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” That label required a lot more tongue action first.

“Fine. Your client with benefits.”

Doc’s gaze narrowed. “You went on a date with a client?”

“Sort of.” My cheeks warmed, damn it. “Let’s just drop this, okay. The flowers are no big deal.”

“Bullshit,” Harvey expressed his disbelief with his typical eloquence.

“It’s probably just from one of those guys who saw the singles ad that Addy placed for me in last week’s paper.”

Harvey grunted. “Sounds like you need a bodyguard.”

“No, it’s nothing.” I hoped.

“Did your boyfriend send you the flowers?” Doc asked.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I reiterated, stressing that with an unyielding stare. “And no, he didn’t.”

Doc held my gaze. “Then it doesn’t sound like ‘nothing’ to me. Harvey’s right. You could use a bodyguard.”

“I’ll volunteer,” Harvey said. “Hell, I don’t have nothin’ else to do these days but watch the clover grow in the fields.”

I knew the crazy, old buzzard well enough already to know a losing battle before I picked it. Besides, I wanted him along for the visit to Jeff Wymonds. Now I wouldn’t sound like a coward in front of Doc. “Okay, Harvey. You’re it.” I hoisted my purse higher on my shoulder. “I need to go pick up some clothes for Addy’s friend, Kelly. She’s spending the night. Want to come along and watch my back?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Harvey waved at Doc on his way to the door. “See you on Tuesday, Doc.”

I followed Harvey.

“Violet,” Doc’s voice stopped me on the threshold.

I turned back. “Yes?”

“Is Kelly’s dad the same guy we saw at the gas station the other day?”

“Uh-huh.”

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