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restaurant he could find. She’d downed two energy bars and finished his water, but she needed a full meal. “What would you like?”
    Her eyes widened as if his actions surprised her. “Nothing. I thought maybe you wanted dinner. I can wait.”
    “There’s no reason to. We’re already here, and it’s only getting later. Nothing will be open in Whiskey Creek.”
    Her eyes were riveted to the clock, which read eleven-thirty. “Gran will have food. I really don’t want to be seen like this.”
    “You’re in a dark truck. No one will notice you. Let me buy you a bite to eat.”
    She hesitated.
    “Come on. It’ll help your headache.”
    “How do you know I have a headache?”
    He waited for her to finally look at him, and made a face that suggested anyone would have a headache.
    “Okay,” she relented. “I’ll have a burger. Thank you.”
    “Anything else?”
    “No, that’s enough. I’ll mail you a check since I don’t have any money with me.”
    Assuming she must be joking, he laughed. “It’ll be all of a couple bucks. And even if I wanted it back, why would you mail it? We live in the same town, remember?”
    “True, but our paths won’t cross.”
    She didn’t know that. She’d only been back a few days, and one of those had been spent in the mine. Their paths could cross. For whatever reason, she didn’t want them to. “I think I can afford to buy you a burger.”
    After ordering two double cheeseburgers, two fries and two shakes, he idled forward to wait for the food. “Have you been in touch with anyone from Whiskey Creek since you left?”
    “Besides Gran and Darlene? No.”
    That didn’t sound as though she’d been particularly close to the people she’d mentioned. “Do your friends know you’re back?”
    “Not yet. I’m not here to socialize. I’m here to help.”
    So she’d said, but wouldn’t most people automatically do both?
    He slung his arm over the steering wheel. “I could go to my father for you. He’s the mayor these days. Once he retired, he decided, out of the blue, to go into politics. Shocked us all. But the point is, he now has some pull with the police. If I tell him what happened, I know he’d have Chief Stacy look into the situation...discreetly. Would that make a difference?”
    She shook her head, a resolute no.
    “He’ll see to it,” he pressed. “And no one will be the wiser. Trust me.”
    “No! Please. I don’t want your father to know anything about this.”
    “Why not?”
    “I’d rather go on about my business. Why does it matter to you whether I report what happened?”
    “Okay, I get it.” And yet he hated feeling so...out of control when there was something he wanted to control. “It’s just...beyond me to let this go,” he explained. “Whoever did it deserves to be punished.”
    “That’s not up to you.”
    She had a point there.
    The girl working the drive-through pushed open the window to collect his money—and gave him a thousand-watt smile the moment she recognized him. “Hey, Noah!”
    He was tempted to roll his eyes at her enthusiasm. She was maybe seventeen. “Hi, Cindy.”
    “What are you up to tonight?” A calculated dimple appeared in her cheek. She didn’t live in Whiskey Creek, but he saw her when she came to visit her married sister, who happened to be his closest neighbor.
    “Just got back from a ride. How’s school going?” He hoped that would remind her of her age.
    “Fine. Can I get you anything else?”
    As he’d promised, she hadn’t realized he had company. The way Adelaide hugged her door kept her completely in shadow. He wasn’t sure he’d ever had a woman sit so far away from him in his truck. He could only assume that, after what she’d been through, she was afraid of men. “No, thanks.”
    Cindy counted out his change and passed him his receipt with the sack. “Well, if you’d like something later, you know where to find me.”
    Embarrassed by the innuendo in her voice, he pretended not to