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restaurant today. He asked about me. I feel like I know him, but I can’t get a good look at his face. There’s something about the way he walks. The way he carries himself.”
    Conley turned back. “He asked about you?”
    “Yes. To Lilly.”
    “What did she tell him?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. He left.”
                  Conley’s entire demeanor changed from carefree to rock-hard serious. He reached across the table and grabbed Jo’s hand. “Let’s go.” He stood and pulled her with him. “You’re riding my Harley. No arguments.”
                  “Wait. What’s going on? Who is that man?”
                  He led Jo out the back door and pulled her along so she had to run to keep up with his long stride. Conley plopped the motorcycle helmet on her head. She grimaced as it banged against her skull. Before Jo had time to register the horrifying fact she was on the back of a motorcycle, they roared down the street toward her apartment.
                  Forgetting modesty, she plastered herself to Conley’s back and wrapped her arms around his waist. Shivers took control of her body, and she pressed closer to capture some of his warmth.
                  She found it difficult to breath with her nose flattened against his back, and she turned her head. The mild vibration of the bike aggravated the beginning of a headache.
                  The cold wind brought tears to Jo’s eyes and made her nose run. She sniffed. The city buildings zipped past them. The growl of the Harley drowned out the city sounds. Conley veered the bike sharply to the right, around a parked car and a small shriek escaped Jo. She tightened her grip. God, help me. What am I doing on this death trap?
                  When they screeched to a halt outside her building, Conley helped her from the bike and deposited her on shaky legs.
                  “Th…thank you, I think.” Jo handed him the helmet.
                  Conley nodded. “I’ll stay here until you’re safely inside.”
                  “There’s no need.” She stepped back and studied him. His gaze stayed glued on her face, his full lips set into a firm line. The blond curls were tangled and tousled from the windy ride.
                  “What happened back there?” she asked.
                  He put the helmet on his head and fastened the strap beneath his chin. “What?”
                  “Do you know the man in the coffee shop?”
                  Conley averted his eyes. “No. I’ve never met him.”
                  “Let me be more specific. Do you know who he is?”
                  Exhaling sharply, he removed the helmet. “Let’s get your son, and then we’ll talk.”
                  “We’ll talk now.”
                  Conley steered her into the building. “After we get Alex.” He kept her arm firmly in his grasp as they climbed the stairs.
                  Mr. Every met them on his way down. He opened his mouth to say something, took one look at Conley’s face, and promptly clamped his lips closed. Jo tossed an anxious glance over her shoulder as they left the apartment manager staring after them.
                  She tried to pull her arm free from Conley’s grip. “You’re going too fast. Conley, stop. You’re hurting me.”
                  “Sorry.” He didn’t loosen his grip until they stopped before Mrs. Leonard’s door.
                  Jo glanced up at him. “How do you know where my babysitter lives?”
                  Ignoring her, Conley banged on the door. Once it opened, he shoved Jo inside and closed the door behind them.
                  “Excuse me,” Mrs. Leonard said, taking a step back. “You leave my apartment this instant. I don’t