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my
sweater, I'll be on my way. You're beginning to get on my nerves,
Bradley.”
    “Please don't fight,” Grace pleaded. “I’m
sure what I saw was nothing at all. Just like the police said.”
    Harri kept her narrow gaze focused on Brad
until he mumbled a brief apology.
    Grace kissed Brad and Harri on the cheeks and
left them to work out their difference. Tiffany raced ahead, and
Tyler soon caught up with her.
    “Tiffany,” she called. Though she didn't
think she had anything to fear from Tyler, one could never be too
careful. She felt grateful her dog was near.

    Chapter Three

    Tyler had to increase his pace to keep up
with Grace. Tiffany ran ahead of them, dodging in and out of
trees.
    Tyler had been following the murders
committed by the serial killer dubbed the Knoxville Knifer. At
first he wondered if there might be a connection to Max, but
discarded the idea because Max preferred a quick kill by shooting
his victims in the head. Besides, his list seemed limited to those
who'd testified in his trial. Random serial killings didn't fit the
profile.
    Tyler kept a close surveillance on the wooded
area pressing in on them. If Max wasn't here yet, he would be
eventually. Tyler intended to be alert and ready. He caught sight
of the moonlight glinting off Grace's molten cap of red curls. He
took her arm and slowed their pace, not wanting to reach her house
too soon.
    “You don't have to walk me home,” she
blurted.
    Suppressing a grin, he said, “Maybe not, but
I want to. Besides, I have to pass your house to get to mine.”
    “Just don't get the wrong idea. I'm perfectly
capable of taking care of myself.”
    “Glad to hear that. If a bear shows up, I
wouldn't know what to do. Glad you're here to protect me.”
    Her quick laughter washed over him.
    “Brad didn't tell me he was inviting a sexy
woman to dinner,” he continued.
    She looked at him from under one raised
eyebrow.
    He grinned. “But I'm glad he did.”
    “You're so full of bull. I suppose women
usually throw themselves at your feet.”
    “Only the four-legged ones.”
    She grinned and kicked at a stone on the
path. “He didn't tell me you were coming either.”
    “Sneaky, isn't he?”
    “Sometimes. Look, Brad is like family. He
feels responsible for me.” She stopped and swung to face him. “I'm
not looking for a relationship. If you want the truth, I've just
ended one. I'm not...that is, I've decided...”
    He loved the way she moved her hands when she
talked, as if leading an invisible orchestra. The top of her head
barely reached his shoulder. Her waist was tiny, small enough he
felt he could span it with his hands. Below it her hips flared
provocatively. Altogether a nice package. One he'd like to sample,
if not for his rule against mixing business with pleasure.
    Her outstretched arms dropped to her side,
and her shoulders sagged. “I'm sorry. I love Brad, but
sometimes—”
    He cupped her elbow and started walking
again. “Hey, don't worry. I'm not looking for a relationship
either.”
    They strolled in silence for several steps.
“I must say, that although Brad told me a lot about Harri, she
isn't quite what I expected.”
    Grace's tinkling laugh wrapped around his
chest and stole his breath. Something he wasn't prepared for.
    “She's a force to be reckoned with. Sometimes
her predictions are right on.”
    “Really? Do you think I should let her read
my palm?” He turned her to face him. “Maybe she can tell me if...”
He ran his hands up her arms and squeezed her shoulders. “...I'm
going to get my wish.” He couldn't help pushing her buttons. “You
know, make a success of the clinic,” he added. He started walking
again, slipping his hand back under her elbow.
    “Maybe you should,” Grace said.
    Tyler laughed. “Nah, like Brad, I don't
believe in that hokey stuff.”
    “She might surprise you.”
    Too quickly they reached her house. She'd
left the porch light on, and he recalled how sexy and vulnerable
she'd looked last