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swim through the blood. “Shipping—and a drink, with the option for dinner at a later time and place. It’s a good offer.”
    “Yeah, it is. Seven o’clock? They’ve got a nice bar at the Wayfarer.”
    “Yes, they do. Seven’s fine. How would you like to pay for this?”
    He took out a credit card, handed it to her.
    “Max Gannon,” she read. “Just Max? Not Maxwell, Maximillian, Maxfield.” She caught the slight wince and laughed. “Maxfield, as in Parrish.”
    “Just Max,” he said, very firmly.
    “All right then, Just Max, but I have a couple of very good framed Parrish posters in the next room.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    She walked away and behind the counter, then laid a shipping form on it. “Why don’t you write down the shipping information. We’ll have this out this afternoon.”
    “Efficient, too.” He leaned against the counter as he filled in the form. “You’ve got my name. Do I get yours?”
    “It’s Tavish. Laine Tavish.”
    He kept his smile easy as he looked up. “Just Laine? Not Elaine?”
    She didn’t flick an eyelash. “Just Laine.” She rang up the sale and handed him a pretty gold-foiled gift card. “We’ll include this, and gift wrap, if you’d like to write a message to your mother.”
    She glanced over as the bells rang, and the Twins came in.
    “Laine.” Carla made a beeline for the counter. “How are you holding up?”
    “I’m fine. Just fine. I’ll be right with you.”
    “We were worried, weren’t we, Darla?”
    “We certainly were.”
    “No need.” With something like panic, she willed Jenny to come back in. The interlude with Max had driven the grief and the worry over Willy out of her mind. Now, it was flooding back. “I’ll get those things I have on hold for you as soon as I’m finished here.”
    “Don’t you rush.” Carla was already angling her head so she could read the destination on the shipping form. “Our Laine prides herself on good customer service,” she told Max.
    “And certainly delivers. Ladies, you are a two-scoop treat for the eyes.”
    They blushed, in unison.
    “Your card, Mr. Gannon, and your receipt.”
    “Thank you, Ms. Tavish.”
    “I hope your mother enjoys her gift.”
    “I’m sure she will.” His eyes laughed into hers before he turned to the Twins. “Ladies.”
    The three women watched him walk out. There was a prolonged beat of silence, then Carla let out a long, long breath and said simply, “My, oh my.”
    Max’s smile faded the minute he was out on the street. He had nothing to feel guilty about, he told himself. Having a drink with an attractive woman at the end of the day was a normal, pleasant activity, and his inalienable right as a healthy, single man.
    Besides, he didn’t believe in feeling guilty. Lying, prevaricating, pretense and guile were all part of the job. And the fact was he hadn’t lied to her—yet.
    He walked half a block down where he could stand and look back at the spot where Willy had died.
    He’d only lie to her if she turned out to be part of this. And if she was, she was going to get a lot worse than a few smooth lies.
    What worried him was the not knowing, the not intuiting. He had a sense about these things, which was why he was good at his work. But Laine Tavish had blindsided him, and the only thing he’d felt was that slow, sugary slide of attraction.
    But big blue eyes and sexy smile aside, the odds were she was in it up to her pretty neck. He always went with the odds. Willy had paid her a visit and ended up splattered on the street outside her shop. Once he knew why, he was one step closer to the glittery end of the trail.
    If he had to use her to get there, those were the breaks.
    He went back to his hotel room and took the receipt from his pocket, carefully dusted it for prints. He had good ones of her thumb and forefinger. He took digital pictures and sent them to a friend who’d run them without asking irritating questions.
    Then he sat down, flexed his