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park. Her shoes hit the pavement, and she made a beeline toward
     the first officer she saw. His head was bent over his pad as he made notes.
    “Excuse me? What’s going on?”
    He lifted his head. “You a neighbor?”
    “No, I live here. I’m Charli Beaumonde.”
    He looked toward her little white house, his expression grave. “Sorry, ma’am. We tried
     to reach you on your cell phone, but couldn’t get you.”
    “It’s dead.”
    “Well, your neighbor called us early this morning to report suspicious noises and
     a man in your backyard. It was too dark to get a description, but she knew he didn’t
     belong there. Said you never have men over.”
    Great, even her neighbors were keeping track of her piss-poor love life. She rubbed
     her arms, a chill beginning to work its way through her. “Did you find him?”
    “By the time we got here, the perp had already left. Looks like he got in and stole
     some computer equipment. Your office is a mess, but nothing else looks to be disturbed.”
    The already steady pounding in her chest moved into her ears. Someone had broken into
     her office? With all her…
No
. She put her hand to her forehead.
    Grant who’d stepped up behind her, put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, as if
     sensing that she was near panic mode.
    The officer looked up at him, then back to her. “Besides the desktop, did you have
     anything valuable in there?”
    Valuable?
Just all the research and notes she’d been busting her ass to collect on this story.
     She wet her lips, her throat trying to close up on her. “I had information about a
     news story I’m working on. Notes.”
    He jotted down something. “Anyone who’d want that information bad enough to break
     in?”
    She rubbed her fingers over her brow bone, her head feeling as if it had a fissure
     splitting the middle of it. The list of people who could be involved in this scandal
     was long and unproven. Plus, how any of them could know what she was working on and
     where she kept her notes was a wonder. “Not really.”
    The cop shrugged. “Probably not connected. We’ve had a few break-ins in this neighborhood
     over the last couple of months. It’s most likely kids looking to score some electronics.”
    After another round of questions from the other officer and a tour of the damage,
     the policemen left with a promise to follow up with her if they found anything. She
     watched them turn off her street and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to fight
     a chill that wouldn’t seem to go away.
    Grant, who’d stayed leaning against his truck like some silent sentinel, pushed to
     a stand and stepped in front of her, his hat pulled low over his eyes. Apparently
     noticing her goose bumps, he rubbed his palms along her chilled arms.
    Somehow the little gesture of comfort had tears that had built up from the last twenty-four
     hours ready to burst free. But she wouldn’t cry. She could handle this.
    “You okay, freckles?” he asked.
    “Freckles?” She looked up at him, trying to muster up someI’m-totally-fine façade, even though having his hands on her had her thoughts fracturing
     and emotion trying to leak through. “Are you trying to get me back for calling you
     cowboy?”
    “Just trying to make you smile,” he said, concern underlying that twang.
    She pushed a finger to his chest and tried to manage an intimidating expression. “I’d
     normally punch a guy for calling me that. You’re lucky I’m too tired. And that you’re
     so fucking big.”
    “Lucky, indeed.” He smiled, but those blue eyes remained serious. He grabbed her hand
     before she could move it away from his chest. His palm closed over her fist, the hold
     firm. “Now are you going to tell me what really happened last night? You’re shaking.
     And I know it’s over more than stolen computer equipment.”
    She blinked at the change in subject and his grip on her hand. She stepped back, and
     he quickly let go of her. “What?”
    His