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But Rivera didn’t know a damn thing about him if
he believed that.
    There were other kinds of backups. Other ways
to hide information. David just had to go and sweet-talk Evie one
more time. A much more difficult task this time around, not only
because she was pissed at him but also because Brianna Sweeney was
on his ass.
    But desperation had a way of making a man do
whatever it took. He would get those files back again.
    And then he would disappear for good.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    EVIE FROWNED AT HERSELF IN the mirror as she
turned this way and that.
    “You look gorgeous, Evie. Now let’s get
moving.”
    Evie turned to her cousin with a sigh. “It’s
a lovely dress, but I’m not quite sure it’s appropriate for an
evening at the lake.”
    What she really wanted was to pull on her
faded jeans and a T-shirt, but Julie wouldn’t hear of it.
    As expected, Julie scoffed. “Please. We’ll be
at the pavilion—and the other girls will be dressed up too, you’ll
see.”
    Julie smoothed a hand over the denim mini she
wore. She’d paired it with a silk tank and a pair of pink
platforms, and she looked gorgeous. Julie was petite and cute,
whereas Evie was tall and not so cute.
    Evie tugged at the hem of the dress. It was a
pale pink color with wide straps and a skirt that was a hair too
tight. And short. The three-inch heels Julie had talked her into
wearing didn’t help either. “It’s a bit short, don’t you
think?”
    Julie shook her auburn ringlets. “No. It
looks amazing on you! That dress has never looked as good on me.
Blush is so not my color.”
    Evie sighed and gathered the tiny purse Julie
had insisted she carry. “This really isn’t me, Jules. I’m a chef. I
work in hot kitchens all day and I wear comfortable clothes.”
    “You aren’t a chef right now,” Julie pointed
out. “Think of it like you’re on vacation. Everybody gets dressed
up on vacation, right?”
    “Yes, but I don’t feel like I’m on
vacation.”
    Julie huffed. “Is this about Matt Girard and
what happened back in high school?”
    Evie felt a tiny pinch in her chest. “Of
course not.”
    Julie looked militant. “Good. Because that
was high school, Evie, and we aren’t there anymore. No one gives a
good goddamn that you slept with Matt our junior year or that he
bragged about it. Half those girls would have dropped their panties
in a New York second if they’d thought he’d give them a lay. Still
would.”
    Evie’s skin was hot and she wasn’t quite sure
why. Because Julie was right, and she really didn’t give a shit
what people thought about her these days—her reaction in the salon
notwithstanding. She wasn’t sixteen anymore, and she couldn’t be
hurt by whispers and rumors.
    No, her issues with this town were the same
issues she’d always had—the ones where she felt like there was a
box she was supposed to stay in and she just didn’t want to. Aside
from that, her only problem today had been coming face-to-face with
the boy she used to love and remembering the way he used to make
her feel.
    “Fine, I’ll wear it. Let’s go.”
    “Excellent,” Julie replied. “Besides, you
look hot—and you want to impress Matt, don’t you?”
    Evie’s stomach bottomed out. “Why would I
want to do that?” She waved a hand. “He’s old news. Besides, he’s
not coming, remember?”
    Julie laughed, her dark eyes sparkling.
“Right. Didn’t you see the way he was looking at you today? He’ll
be there.”
    “He wasn’t looking at me any way. We
were just talking.”
    Julie shook her head. “Girl, I think the heat
in those kitchens has gone to your head. Matt Girard is just about
the hottest thing on two legs, and he was definitely looking at you
with interest. He wants in your panties again, trust me.” Julie
grinned. “And if you’re smart, you’ll let him.”
    Evie felt as if her cheeks were six shades of
fuchsia. The last time she’d let a man in her panties, she’d lost
her damn restaurant. And though the