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hurt too much. He’d needed Kate, but she had wanted something else. When she left, he got as far away from her as possible to survive. It grated on him that he was so wrapped up in her. He couldn’t eat or sleep. The music he’d created and always loved had been stolen from his heart. He’d had nothing.
    Ma understood his need to go. She didn’t tell him he was too young to lose his heart, that there would be others. No, Molly Corrigan had smiled knowingly, told him he was loved and always welcomed home. At the young and foolish age of twenty-three he’d packed up and headed for America. What advice would she give him now if he could ask? But he couldn’t. Never could he put his family in danger, but Liv was with him. Had he done just that by asking her here?
    When she went home, he’d go with her. Damn Kate and the rest of the world with her if they didn’t like it. He picked up the phone and put the call through.
     

 
    Chapter 5
     
    They talked about everything and nothing over black coffee until the afternoon gave way to evening. Liv discussed the plot of the manuscript she was almost finished with, and gave him advice on his. Jack ran through the main characters and basic story.
    “So, what’s wrong with it? I think it’s flat.” Jack eyed her, probably trying to gauge her reaction.
    Resting her chin in her hands, Liv looked off into space while she considered.
    “You’re right. The basic ideas are good, but it’s not flowing onto the paper. Then again, I’ve never read your work, so I hardly have anything to compare it to. That’s harsh, I guess.”
    “Yeah.” He laughed. “At least you’re honest. My editor just offers suggestions, but I know it’s garbage.”
    Jack Roarke was a puzzle to her. He was successful, yet didn’t seem to be used to being around a lot of people, had a brilliant mind, but just now wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. He laughed, flirted, but it never reached his eyes. Such sadness there, maybe he still grieved over his wife? Or maybe he’d lived and seen too much in his years to let in the light? The contradictions of him pulled at her. Even knowing him for so short a time, somehow she knew that he was going to change her and everything else that she had always taken for granted.
    “Where’ve you gone off to?” She watched him patiently, and waited to see what he would do or say next. Jack lifted his eyes to hers. The pain seemed to still be there, but it lessened.
    “Sorry, I thought I was paying attention, but I guess my mind was wandering. So, how do you decide how a case will end?”
    “I don’t. Usually, I’m just sitting at the table or even once in the shower and the scene just starts playing in my head. I never know until it’s time for the end.” That was the truth more often than not. It just jumped out of her head and onto the screen.
    “You don’t know until it’s over?”
    “Nope, she gets out all by herself, with a little help from her partner Lucas, of course. I just tell the tale. I might wake up at three in the morning and know how it ends. Then I just write it out. I could be cooking, or driving, and there she’ll be. Right as rain with the killer collared.” She’d never told anyone else that. Maybe one day Macy wouldn’t make it past a psychopath. Who knew? This could be her last case.
    “That is exactly the way it should be. It’s like when you go to a movie you have already seen, but the person in front of you hasn’t. Every breath or move gives away a piece of the story before it should. Your way no one knows how it ends, not even you, and that way the suspense builds.”
    “Yes, that’s it. I’m going to like your book, Jack.”
    “Am I keeping you?”
    “Sorry, it’s just that my brother will be home by now. I’d planned to cook dinner for him, and, well I guess I lost track of the time. I enjoyed talking with you, but I really should get back. Thank you for the coffee and the company.” She gathered her