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Marty asked together.
    “He’s one of the two guys who works for Gramps. And before you ask,” she said, fending off the question Bay had been formulating with the flat of her hand, “it couldn’t possibly have been him. He’s worked for Gramps for twenty-odd years and is as honest as they day is long.”
    “What’s his other name and where does he live?” Dex asked.
    “George Bailey. He lives in the village, but you’re wasting your time with him.”
    “We like to be thorough,” Bay said. “Who else works here?”
    “Max Foreman. He’s sixty-odd and has worked here even longer. He lives just outside the village with his wife of God knows how long. Two of his kids are still at home, I think, and several more are married and scattered about the country.”
    “So we’ve got a bank manager who isn’t on vacation when he says he is, and two long-term employees to look into,” Bay summarized. “Doesn’t seem like much, but it’s a start.”
    “You said whoever did this will want to see how I react,” Athena said. “What did you mean by that?”
    “I think he’ll return to the scene of the crime when he thinks you’re here alone.”
    “What, tonight?” The light of battle shone from Athena’s eyes. “Let’s hope so.”
    “Only thing is, you won’t be alone,” Bay told her. “One of us will be here to protect you.”

Chapter Five
     
    “I don’t need protecting.”
    Didn’t she? Athena wasn’t sure how she felt about having three such decisive overachievers crowding her out of her own kitchen, making it feel as if the walls of the huge room were shrinking in on her. She was still embarrassed about breaking down in front of them, compounding the felony by sobbing her heart out on Bay’s broad shoulder. Life had taught her not to rely on anyone other than herself. Even so, something about their rather arrogant assumption that they could sort her problems tempted her to place her trust in them because she was well aware that she was out of her depth. The vicious attack on her grandfather had sapped her of her confidence, and she badly needed help.
    Her body tingled with sensations that had nothing to do with her grandfather’s situation when Bay focused the warm richness of his gaze squarely on her face, like he saw something in her unremarkable features to admire. It reminded her that she’d foregone sex for far too long. She suppressed that out-of-context thought, only for it to reassert itself when Dex looked her way. That sexy smile of his, full of wicked intent, made her feel like the most interesting woman on God’s earth. Get real, she thought, aware that her overactive imagination was up to its old tricks again. Marty didn’t help matters. With his auburn hair and emerald green eyes, he exuded sex appeal and an air of extreme competence that made him almost impossible to resist.
    Damn it, it wasn’t fair! She had faceless entities trying to get one over on her beloved grandfather, and all she seemed able to think about was sex. In fairness, she’d have to be dead from the waist down not to react to three specimens of such physical perfection, but even so…
    “You’ve got no choice, sweetheart,” Bay said.
    The hell she hadn’t! “Excuse me, but—”
    “You involved us when you spoke to that reporter. You’re not the only one getting phone calls from the press following the allegations you made about us.”
    Ah, so this wasn’t about helping her. It was more a question of restoring their damaged reputation. She ought to have known. Even so, her disappointment was palpable. And the annoying thing was that he was right. She had spoken out of turn. She knew that now, even though they hadn’t offered her any concrete evidence of their innocence. Rich men like they obviously were didn’t resort to underhand tactics just to obtain a property they hadn’t even viewed for themselves. As they rightly said, in these straitened times there were so many properties on the market