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really busy. I’m unpacking a little at a time.”
    “What kind of project?”
    “A coffee-table book. It’s called The Sea. It’s set around the ocean and the different kinds of things people do that involve the sea—jobs, recreation, that kind of thing.”
    His gaze sharpened with interest. When he looked at her with that direct way of his, her skin felt warm. “Why did you pick that subject?”
    “I love the ocean. I do mostly outdoor photography. I love shooting any kind of landscapes, but the sea has my heart.”
    His eyes gleamed and tiny lines appeared at the corners. She wondered if they were laugh lines or life lines, or just a reflection of the time he spent out-of-doors.
    “I’d love to see some of your work,” he said.
    Maggie smiled. “I guess I’d better get busy and unpack those boxes.”
    They talked about her business a little more, about the people she dealt with in the galleries where her photos were displayed, and people she might have encountered during her shows.
    “Do you keep a list of your clients?”
    “As much as I can. I enter them into a file on my computer.”
    “Anyone in particular who’s bought an extraordinary amount of your work?”
    “Not that I can think of. I have clients who’ve purchased three or four pieces. That’s not that uncommon.” Maggie sighed. “As I said, the notes don’t strike any sort of chord. I can’t imagine I know this person.”
    “Maybe you don’t. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to put a tail on you for a couple of days. It’ll be me or a guy who works for me named Rex Westcott. I’ll show you his picture, so if you happen to spot him, you’ll know he’s not the guy we’re after. We’ll keep tabs on you, watch for anyone who might be following you.”
    She felt a trickle of relief. “All right.”
    “Of course, that might not be the way he operates. Obviously, he knows where you live. He might know a whole lot more.”
    Maggie didn’t like the sound of that. It was one of the reasons she stayed away from social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter.
    Trace asked her more questions about roommates at school, old boyfriends, someone she might have jilted.
    “To tell you the truth, I don’t date that often. I had a boyfriend when I went to college. We were pretty serious for a while, but it didn’t work out.”
    “What was his name?”
    “Michael Irving.”
    “Anyone else?”
    She hated to mention David, since she had been the one at fault for the breakup, and she didn’t want to cause him any more trouble. “Maggie?”
    She released a breath, determined to reveal as little as possible. “I went out with an attorney named David Lyons for a while. We lived together a couple of months.”
    “Bad breakup?”
    His eyes were on hers. The man didn’t miss a thing. “Pretty bad. It was my fault. I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I did.”
    “When did it end?”
    “First of April, two years ago.”
    “Where is he now?”
    “I haven’t seen him. I heard he was dating someone.”
    Trace stopped making notes and looked at her. There was something in those golden-brown eyes that seemed to see more than she wanted.
    “What about now?” he asked. “Are you involved with anyone at the moment?”
    Maggie shook her head. “I’ve been way too busy.” She wondered if there might be something personal in the question. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “And I really don’t like the dating scene. I suppose eventually I’d like to meet someone, but not right now. I’ve got my career to think about. I’m happy the way I am.”
    He studied her as if he wasn’t sure he believed her. She wondered if he was one of those men who thought every woman was desperate to find a husband. Or maybe exactly the opposite. That she was just another faithless female concerned with only herself.
    “It’ll take some time to check all this out,” he said. “The thing is, you might know this person and not realize it. He—or