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“We should probably get going.”
    He glanced at his watch and out the window, swallowing the last bit of banana bread. “Right. The car should be here in a few. I need to get some shots inside of the chapel before the construction crew has at it.”
    They stood, Faye’s chair scraping loudly across the floor. All heads seemed to turn to watch her heft the bazillion-pound bag back over her head. Christopher placed his hand on her lower back and guided her out of the shop. She ignored the stares and the tingly feeling spreading across her skin where his fingers splayed. Once outside, she slid on her sunglasses and glanced around. Vern had disappeared—hopefully for good. She took a deep breath, feeling like she could breathe again. A black car pulled up to the curb.
    “Perfect timing,” Christopher said.
    He opened the passenger door. The scent of oranges and a brush of cool air greeted her. She balanced her coffee and hefted the cumbersome purse onto the seat. With rather ungraceful movements, she scooted and pushed her way across the gray leather seat, biting back a curt remark every time hot coffee splashed on the hand clutching the cup. At last she settled into the seats plush softness. Christopher eased in next to her and set his camera bag between them.
    The driver turned and smiled. “There’s refreshments in the bar if you’d like anything.”
    Faye held up her coffee cup and wiggled it. “All set, thanks.”
    His gaze lingered on her until Christopher cleared his throat. “The Bandicott Estate.”
    “Right, sir.” The driver turned and pulled into traffic.
    Christopher looked at her. “Do you always cause such a stir when you go out?”
    “No.” She shook her head. “This has been the weirdest day.” The words rushed out before she could censor them. “Edwardo, at the coffee shop. Him,” Faye whispered, pointing to the driver. “And you.”
    “Me?”
    She stopped her ranting, realizing what she’d said. “Well, yeah. We never really talk to each other and then all of a sudden we’re having coffee and sharing a ride.”
    He smiled. “I would have done it sooner if I’d have known you weren’t going to reject me.”
    She was pretty sure he was teasing her. Best bet was that Christopher White had never been rejected by any woman. “Right.”
    She took a sip of her coffee and stared out the window. Between dealing with the Devil and men, she could already see this was going to be a long day.
    The drive took approximately forty minutes. At first their conversation was strained. Faye struggled for neutral topics and settled for the chapel. The more they talked, the more relaxed she became. Something about Christopher put her at ease and her awkward shyness slipped away. Maybe it was the way he teased her, but she felt like he honestly enjoyed talking with her. It wasn’t as if he was going to ask her out.
    The car turned off the main road and onto a wide paved drive. Trees of the same size and shape lined the winding driveway and as the car rounded the last bend, an enormous mansion came into view.
    “Wow,” Faye said, leaning over Christopher to get a better view. “How many people do you think live here?”
    “Three, from what I’ve heard. Mr. and Mrs. Bandicott and their darling son, Jason.”
    “Three? Holy crap, talk about personal space. I’d get lost in there. What do you think it looks like inside?”
    “Big, pillary, with lots of pictures of dead ancestors hanging on the walls.”
    Faye looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat. She had practically draped herself across the camera equipment and his lap to get a glimpse of the house. He smiled and she yanked her hand off his thigh . “Sorry.”
    Christopher gave her one of his dimpled smiles. “Don’t be. I rather enjoyed it.”
    Heat spread from her neck to the roots of her hair. She pressed herself against the passenger door, cursing herself for becoming way too comfortable. The car continued past the house and