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up at the airport, or are you taking a bus or something?”
    “Lindsey Hargreaves is meeting me at the airport.”
    “She’s American, right? Not Irish?”
    Julianne nodded. “That’s right.”
    “Another marine biologist?”
    “She’s a diver and a marine science enthusiast. She loves whales and dolphins.”
    He shrugged. “Everyone loves whales and dolphins.” He held up a hand. “Don’t get mad, Jules. I’m not making fun of you.”
    As a biologist, she specialized in marine mammal research. Andy wasn’t a student. He could be defensive, or maybe she just thought he could be defensive—it didn’t matter anymore, did it? She sighed, kept her tone neutral as she said, “That’s good.”
    He drove with one hand on the wheel, as confident in Boston traffic as he was in his boat on the Atlantic. “How do you know this Lindsey woman is for real?”
    Julianne felt herself bristle. “What do you mean, ‘for real’? I met her. I drove her around the area when she was up here for the day. We’ve stayed in touch by email since then.”
    “I mean do we know she is who she says she is?”
    “What, you think I should have taken fingerprints off her water glass and had one of your law enforcement brothers run them?”
    He frowned at her. “Why are you so defensive?”
    “Why are you grilling me? Am I not allowed to make new friends?”
    “I’m not grilling you, and you can have all the friends you want. I’m just making conversation.”
    “You’re grilling me, Andy,” she said, waving a hand. “Never mind. I’m not letting you get to me. I appreciate the ride to the airport.
    “You can afford to go to Ireland now and again in January?”
    “I guess I can since that’s what I’m doing,” she said, struggling now not to pop off at him. Half the problem was being so close to him again, next to him in his truck. She hadn’t touched him since she’d helped save his damn life in late October. Before that...
    She sighed again. Best not to think about their hot, mad weeks together.
    She could see the muscles in his hand tighten as he gripped the wheel. “Don’t you think it’s weird that Emma and Colin happen to be away, in Ireland, and then this Lindsey woman shows up in Rock Point, saying a friend told her about Fin Bracken?”
    “You think Lindsey invited me to Declan’s Cross because of Emma and Colin? That makes no sense, Andy. They’re not marine scientists. You’ve been around your law enforcement father and brothers too much. That’s just so paranoid.”
    “Just be careful,” he said.
    “Thank you for your concern, but I’ll be fine.”
    “That’s you, isn’t it, Jules? Self-sufficient to a fault.”
    She didn’t answer and stared out her window as they entered the tunnel that would take them to Logan Airport. She couldn’t remember which one it was. It was Callahan going one way and Sumner the other way, and there was the Ted Williams tunnel, too. She couldn’t keep them straight, but she’d never been big on Boston. Give her a stretch of rocky Maine coast any day.
    She noticed a sign for the airport and pointed. “Right lane.”
    “Got it. Thanks.”
    She heard the irritation in Andy’s voice, as if he’d been chewing on what bugged him about her. “Just trying to help,” she said, unclenching her teeth.
    He downshifted. “I know.”
    “You were annoyed—”
    “No, I wasn’t. Quit trying to read into things. When I’m annoyed, I’ll say so.”
    “Like now?”
    “Not annoyed, Jules.”
    He didn’t sound that annoyed, she realized. More resigned than anything. Fatalistic. As if he knew he couldn’t say anything right and should give up trying. But what difference did it make whether he was resigned, frustrated or just plain irritated with her? In another few minutes, they’d be going their separate ways. She’d be dragging Granny’s purple suitcase to the Aer Lingus counter and on to Ireland. He’d be turning around and driving back to Rock Point.
    He pulled