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Seth was wondering what she was thinking. More intrigued by Melody than ever, he couldn’t help but wonder who had been on the other end of that phone conversation and how much of it he’d missed. He had a feeling right now she was using him and the pictures as a diversion to take her mind off the upsetting call. He was sure that it was still on her mind. Again, he told himself it was none of his business, but that didn’t stop him from wondering.
    â€œDo you have any idea who this is?”
    As she asked the question, she looked up at him and caught him staring at her. Momentarily Seth lost his train of thought. “Um. No.” He forced his attention back to the pictures. “Some of the other photos have captions written on the back. Someone went through and transcribed what is written on the actual photo onto the frame backing.”
    â€œI saw that.” She gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I peeked. I’m hoping that as I read the journals I learn more about some of them. I thought this was Jane Turner who wrote the journal I’m reading, but I’m not sure.”
    â€œShe isn’t my grandma Turner. We don’t know who she is, but we’ve always wondered.”
    Melody studied her again. “She looks like she has a story to tell, doesn’t she?”
    Seth smiled. “I’ve always thought so.”
    Melody smiled, too, then led the way into the living room—it was a disaster. Seth stopped in the doorway and whistled at what he saw. The couch that had been positioned in the middle of the room was shoved againstthe wall along with the chair and coffee table. It had to be in order to make room for the mass of papers and books that covered the open floor space.
    Melody spun at his whistle. “Oh, it’s okay. I know it looks like a mess, but it really isn’t. I know exactly where everything is.”
    He chuckled, partly because she just looked so cute standing there in the middle of the chaos. “Sure you do.”
    She gave a strangled laugh and turned pink. “I do . You don’t believe me?”
    He did and would have told her except he’d lost his voice. No doubt about it, he was attracted to Melody Chandler. And he was well aware that his attraction could mean problems.
    â€œSee,” she stepped over a stack of books and pointed at them. “These are books on treasures and legends. This stack of papers are printouts of Hill Country-specific lost treasures. This one is Sam Bass-specific and these are—”
    He was more stunned that she was talking so much than by the mess. Holding up a hand to halt her, he said, “I believe you.” The gesture made her smile again, and knowing he’d prompted that smile made him feel unbelievably good.
    â€œSorry, it’s just easier to have things categorized and laid open like this for easy access.”
    â€œI understand. I think.” His grin widened.
    She crossed her arms and studied him. “I know your type. Your desk is probably spotless. Isn’t it?”
    â€œYeah, it is.”
    A shy twinkle came into her eyes. “Then come into the kitchen and sit with your back to this room so it doesn’t bother you. See, I was already working in here.”
    He followed her to the table that was stacked with the familiar journals from the chest. He took a cane-backed chair facing the messy living room—it got him a raised eyebrow. “I’m living dangerously,” he said, enjoying the teasing going on between them.
    They stared at each other for a moment, and then Melody took the seat across from him. She was nervous…he made her nervous. Everyone made her nervous, if her usual quietness and introversion was any indication.
    â€œI would offer you something to drink, but I wouldn’t advise doing so here at the table. These are too valuable to chance a spill.”
    â€œFirst you call me a neat freak, and now you’re calling me