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that, but after he was sentenced he had dropped it.
    Patrick had all but dropped it, until about six months ago when he had started in about wanting to contact Miller’s wife, saying that she needed to hear his side of things. I had told him to leave her alone, but he wouldn’t. So I told him I would try to contact her, just to try to calm him down. I know I could have probably left it alone, I probably should have, but curiosity got the best of me. I had hired my PI once more for recent information. She had done well for herself in the last three years since moving back home, quickly becoming one of the most sought after event coordinators of Southern California, especially for the rich and famous. Unknowingly I had even been at a couple of the weddings she had planned.
    Now here I am in a Starbucks, one of the places my PI recorded she frequented religiously, and we are standing together in line, her arm feels tiny and delicate in the crook of my elbow. I look down at her just as she looks up to me, her big brown eyes looking at me, when something in me panics.
    “What would you like?” I blurt out dropping her arm almost too harshly. I like how she fit in my arms. I like how it felt to be standing next to her. Fuck, I liked it too much.
    “Just an iced coffee.” She says, her voice soft and sweet. I nod.
    “Want to go sit and I’ll bring our drinks over, that sound good?”
    “Oh,” she sounds surprised. Maybe she thought I’d buy her a drink and let her go? Maybe if I wasn’t such a bastard, I would have. “Sure.” She says as she smiles up at me and walks over to a table towards the back of the crowded coffee shop.
    Once our drinks are ready, I walk over to her and see her smile. Shit, she has a beautiful smile. It lit up her whole face, and I can’t help but smile back. Her eyes are bright and full of life. They draw me in like a lighthouse draws in the boats lost at shore.
    “Thanks” she says as she looks at me. She has this look to her eyes that is completely intriguing, like she is hiding some kind of secret, and damn if that doesn’t spark something inside of me.
    “No problem, least I could do.” I spit out, taking my seat in front of her.
    “Oh no, it was my fault really,” she says blushing lightly.
    “So Sabrina, what are you doing at a Starbucks in the middle of the day?” I ask.
    “Oh, well we have some construction going on in my office, the sound of power tools was giving me a headache, so my boss lets me run away for a while.” She says smiling.
    “What do you do?” I ask, trying to sound genuine, like I didn’t already know.
    “I’m an event planner for Ritz Events.” She says. “What about you?”
    “I work for the corporate offices of Edwards Automotive.” I try to say nonchalantly trying to make it sound like what I did wasn’t that big of a deal, instead of the reality that I virtually ran our families’ business now.
    “You mean the national chain of automotive dealerships and auto parts stores?” She asks her eyebrow raising slightly, catching me a little off guard that she was familiar with my company. Suddenly I’m a little worried, thinking maybe she knows about my brother. Maybe in the past three plus years she had gave in and learned Patrick’s name and backstory. All she would have had to do was get his name and Googled him.
    “Yeah, that’s the one.” I say casually, trying to not show that my heart was about to jump out of my throat, “You’ve heard of us?”
    “Yeah, I actually just put in a bid to plan a couple of your charity events.” She says smiling, I nod thinking about how truly small the world was as I breathe in a sigh of relief that she doesn’t know who I am.
    “Oh yeah, which ones?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.
    “The 5K for MS in June and then the Gala for Breast Cancer in October.” She says smiling.
    “I’m on the board for both of those.” My mother would be surprised about my change of heart, but I would