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world. Sometimes he talks a mile a minute about events most people have forgotten. Once in a while, he knows where he is and what day it is. Those days are hard on him.”
    She didn’t speak again until she was outside. “I’d like to visit him again.”
    Shane’s eyebrows drew down in a frown. “You saw his house. Karl doesn’t have a lot of money, and before he got sick, he made sure his lighthouse property was very well protected.”
    Shane didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’ther slight shift away from him or the way her shoulders went back and her chin came up a degree at a time. He half expected her to give him a piece of her mind. He probably deserved it. He hadn’t meant to offend her. He just wanted her to go back to Chicago or wherever the hell else she wanted to go and leave him with his own problems. God knows he had enough already.
    She walked out from under the portico straight into the rain. She didn’t use her umbrella or the hood of her London Fog jacket. Her sandals splashed through a puddle in the asphalt parking lot, her hair turning darker by the second.
    She stopped suddenly and faced him. “You have family, don’t you, Mr. Grady?”
    The mister grated, but the question chafed his conscience. He thought of his son and his mother. He had uncles in Wisconsin and a sister in Baton Rouge and cousins up the wazoo. “Yes, I have family.”
    “When I buried the man who raised me, I thought I was burying the last of my family. I don’t need Karl’s money, and I already own a house I don’t know what to do with. I just want to know if it’s true, if my grandmother really married Henry O’Shaughnessy because she was pregnant with Karl Peterson’s child. Anna died before her twenty-fifth birthday, yet in her short life, she was loved by two men. I was close to Henry O’Shaughnessy, and I’m thankfulfor that. I want to get to know the only other man my grandmother loved. Before it’s too late.”
    “How do you plan to do that?” he asked.
    She was getting soaked. Still, she didn’t move. “I’m not sure, but I’d like to walk where they walked, and look at the views they saw. Do I need your permission to visit the lighthouse?”
    “Would it matter?” he asked.
    She smiled, and it was as if she’d known he would understand. It wasn’t the first time her smile sneaked up on him. Somehow he doubted it would be the last.
    After she’d unlocked her Mercedes and driven away, Shane ran for his ailing Mustang. She was trouble, all right. Unfortunately, trouble always found him.
    Caroline ate lunch in her room and tried to take a nap, but between the rain on the roof and the thoughts running through her mind, a decadent nap remained as elusive as easy answers. The fact was, there wasn’t much for a tourist to do in the tourist town in the rain. Donning a raincoat and picking up her umbrella, she did what the other tourists were doing today. She went shopping.
    Two hours later her packages lay on a bench in a fitting room too small to turn around in. She had no idea where she would wear a silk dress the color of the inside of a conchshell. In a month or two it wouldn’t fit her anyway, but she went out to the three-way mirror for a full-length view.
    Another woman was already there. Her body tanned and toned, she had professionally streaked blond hair, acrylic nails and a ring on nearly every finger. Scrutinizing her appearance from every angle, she looked at Caroline through the mirror. “Do these capris make my butt look big?”
    “Not at all, but don’t take my word for it.” Caroline gestured to a man holding his wife’s purse.
    Evidently, the gleam of approval in his eyes was answer enough, because the woman winked at him. A moment later the man’s wife relieved him of her purse and led him away, her nose in the air. Caroline and the other woman found themselves sharing a smile.
    “What do you think?” Caroline asked.
    “Honestly? I think I’m a little obsessed