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to get so involved in this case, why didn’t you handle it yourself instead of giving it to Colin Breard? Isn’t it too important for an assistant?”
    Eric squinted in the sunlight and shrugged. “Breard deserved it. He wanted it. He’ll probably be behind my desk in a few years, anyway.”
    The logic seemed misplaced somehow, but Sherry wrote it off to her father’s fatigue. “So how’s it going?”
    “Slow,” he said, running a hand along his gray temples. “Givanti’s a weasel who had so many gambling debts that he started distributing cocaine to pay them off. Has mush for brains. It’s a wonder he ever ran a business. Unfortunately, though, he has a shrewd attorney.”
    “But you guys are shrewder, right?” Sherry said with a smile.
    “Let’s hope.” He sat down on the lounge chair next to hers, and clasped his hands between his knees. “So, how are things with you?” A look of concern gilded his gray eyes. “You looked a little upset when I came in.”
    That sympathetic look and tone had lost its comfort value, for while she knew her father loved her dearly and suffered with her, she couldn’t bear the constant reminders of what had happened. Madeline’s no-nonsense approach to heartbreak had been exactly what she’d needed. “I’m fine, Dad. Don’t worry about me.”
    As if knowing when to quit after months of dealing with her hot-and-cold moods, Eric stood up and smiled. “Well, I’d better go fix myself a sandwich. Want one?”
    The knots in Sherry’s stomach had left her appetite dead. “No thanks.”
    He shrugged. “All right. Maybe another time.” As if he couldn’t think of anything else to say, he slid his hands into his pockets and started back toward the house. “Oh, by the way,” he said as an afterthought, turning around. “Did you by any chance notice that black sedan parked in front of the Millers’house when you drove up?”
    “No, why?” Sherry had been in such an emotionally explosive state when she’d come here today that a submarine could have been parked in front of his neighbor’s house and she wouldn’t have noticed.
    A deep frown clefted his forehead, and he rubbed his jaw. “Just wondered. This trial has me paranoid. He’s probably just waiting for the Millers to get home.”
    “Must be,” Sherry said. “It wasn’t Clint, was it?”
    As if the question warranted his full attention now that she had broached the subject, her father came back to her. “No, not Clint. I suppose you’ve seen him by now, huh?”
    Sherry nodded.
    Her father turned to the blue water and focused on the sunlight reflecting from the surface. “Thought so. He seemed pretty intent on starting things up again when he was here yesterday.”
    Sherry looked up at him, surprised. “He was here?”
    “Yeah. He said he’d seen you.”
    She let out a deflated sigh. “He thinks I should forgive him and run back into his arms.”
    Her father’s unusual momentary silence was more eloquent than his words. “There are worse things you could do.”
    Sherry’s eyes narrowed in amazement. “What did you say?”
    Eric’s eyebrows arched apologetically. “I just want to see you happy again, honey.”
    Sherry couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “And you think I could be happy with a man who ran out on me? A man who humiliated me by practically leaving me at the altar? Have you forgiven him?”
    “He isn’t asking for my forgiveness,” her father said in a wooden voice. “You’re good at forgiving, honey. You’ve forgiven me. Maybe it won’t be as hard as you think.”
    “That’s right,” Sherry snapped. “I’m the forgiving one, so people can kick me in the teeth and expect me to smile when they say they’re sorry.”
    Her father’s shoulders dropped as he exhaled. “I didn’t mean to get you all—”
    “I’m fine.” She got up and started toward the house. “I’m going back to work. I don’t have time to worry about Clint Jessup anymore. It seems he has