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    He’d had the opportunity. He’d been there with Harper.
    But what I didn’t understand was why. Why would he want to do such a thing and risk getting thrown back into prison, after he’d worked so hard to get out? Had he been hired by someone? If so, who?
    I had to give it to him--there were some pieces that didn’t exactly fit. But overall, he still looked like a possible suspect to me. And as long as he was, I didn’t want him anywhere near me. That was going to be tough, though, with Harper living at Clay’s ranch.
    “I sound like a bitch,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”
    My apology was accepted with a strained smile and a nod. Harper was still hurt. And that didn’t sit well with me. Granted, once again my inability to trust the people closest to me was causing problems.
    Maybe it wasn’t possible for me to set aside my fears and suspicions and blindly trust people? Maybe I’d never be that person, the one who didn’t force her friends to prove their trustworthiness over and over and over again.
    Ugh. Just thinking that, putting myself in their shoes, made me angry with myself.
    But.
    But…I might be right this time. It could have been Mike.
    Or a lot of other people, I reminded myself.
    I looked at Harper. Her mouth was pulled into a thin line, her eyes wary, and her jaw tense. I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m sorry, Harper. I know I’m a pain in the ass. I’m trying to change that.”
    Harper’s drama queen sigh could probably be heard in China. “Yeah, you are. But I love you anyway.”
    “And I love you.” I released her. “You’re sure Mike had nothing to do with the fire, aren’t you?”
    “Absolutely positive.”
    “Then I’ll take your word for it. I trust you.”

 
     
     
     

Chapter 4
    After our argument Harper mumbled something about getting some fresh air and left Clay’s house. I might have stopped her, but instead I decided she needed some space to cool off. I’d apologized. We’d hugged and made up. I was forgiven. But it would take a while for Harper to forget. I totally understood.
    Meanwhile, I tiptoed back to Clay’s room to get my phone.
    Clay was out cold. That was good. After staying up all night he deserved some sleep. He had to be totally exhausted. Moving as swiftly but silently as I could, I grabbed my phone and headed back to the door, taking only a couple seconds to stare at the handsome man sprawled in the bed. He was a sight; that was for sure. Handsome. Sexy. His broad chest rose and fell with each breath and memories of our love-making flashed through my mind, of his muscles flexing and rippling.
    I grabbed my purse and gently closed the door on my way out. I would make the phone call in the living room, where I wouldn’t disturb him.
    Minutes later, I had an appointment to meet with Hardin, the lawyer, in his office. Now there was only the question of how I would get there.
    Since I’d returned to Dawson I’d suffered the lack of reliable transportation. My car ran. Every now and then. Not regularly enough. As a result I’d put more miles on Clay’s truck and Harper’s car than my own. And I’d grown really, really tired of relying upon Clay or Harper.
    If I had anything to say about it, that would be changing. Soon.
    In the meantime I needed to get to town.
    I checked outside. Two vehicles sat in Clay’s miles-long driveway: Clay’s truck and Harper’s car. My car was at Silver Sage. With any luck it had been torched too. At least I’d be able to collect some insurance money if it was.
    Praying Clay left Harper’s keys in the ignition, I headed toward her car first. She wouldn’t be upset if I borrowed her car for an hour or so. She was, and always would be, the best friend I could ever have. And I hoped someday I’d be able to pay her back for all the kind things she’d done for me over the years.
    “Thanks, Harper,” I whispered as I plopped into the driver’s seat. Sure enough, the keys were there. I cranked on the