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seats on deck and tried not to care about the way her breath caught when he looked at her like that.  
    “Don’t you think we should do some kind of problem solving here, Riley?”
    He shrugged and pulled the boat away from the dock. They rocked on the wake of a passing jet ski.
    “Whatever gets you going, Princess. We’ve got about an hour’s ride.”
    Whatever gets you going. He was doing this on purpose. All this flirting crap he didn’t really mean.
    “You have no idea what the papers in that envelope mean?” His voice interrupted her thoughts.
    Oh, she had an idea all right. “Sure. Some crazy person out there wants to scare me.”
    “And said crazy person arranged for our friendly neighborhood hit man to stake himself outside your door. Don’t think so, Sweetheart.”
    She hated that word. Hated it. It’s what Charlie called her when he wanted her to go work out.
    “Don’t call me sweetheart.   And who says he was a hit man?”
    “You’ve got a point. Maybe he was out walking his dog after all. That gun was just for show.”
    God save her from sarcastic men!
    “Obviously that’s not the case.” The warm wind blew the hair off her forehead and she lifted the ponytail off her neck. “Maybe it has something to do with Charlie. No telling what kind of crap he’d gotten himself involved in.”
    Riley seemed to ponder that for a moment. “Maybe it does. It still doesn’t explain the whole birth certificate issue.”
    Callah opened the folder and studied the photos once more. Not that she needed to. The writing on the back of the birth certificate scared the crap out of her. She closed her eyes, but even then all she could see was the woman who looked just like her.  
    She closed the folder in frustration because she couldn’t stand all the questions bombarding her brain. All the suspicions about her family, her past. Him.
    “Swear to me this isn’t some crazy ploy you’re a part of, Riley.”
    “Dammit, Callah, look around. Do you really think I’d go to all this trouble?”
    “No. I don’t know. Maybe. I just don’t understand. Why are you doing all this? We don’t owe each other anything. We don’t even know each other.”
    “Now that’s not exactly true is it?” His sexy voice sent chill bumps skittering across her arms, and she sighed in frustration.
    “That’s what I’m talking about. You keep referencing the past when we both know….”
    “You really want to take that trip down memory lane right now?”
    How could he say that so clearly when everything about him said he definitely wanted to take that trip? Well, too bad. She wasn’t interested. She couldn’t be. “No. No, I don’t want that. But you’re not making any sense here. One minute you’re flirting like crazy, the next you’re I don’t know, all serious reporter. I don’t get this. I don’t get you. And…” she swallowed hard and told herself under no circumstances was she to cry. “And, I’m scared. Okay. I’m scared.”

    Dammit she was going to cry. He needed to talk fast. “Look, I know you’re under stress and I’m not even going to pretend I know how you feel.”  
    In the back of his mind he could hear Mack talking . Share a little, Sorenson, and you never know what your sources might tell you. You’re such a cold son of a bitch. People tell you facts. But facts aren’t enough anymore. Today’s readers want emotion.
    Yeah. Blah, blah, blah . Like emotion made one bit of difference. What Callah needed now were facts. Cold hard facts.  
    Ignoring him, she tried the cell phone, and he let her even though he knew it wouldn’t work yet. They were still a good twenty minutes from cell service.
    Her hair blew in the gentle wind. Out on the lake people skied and played. Another typical summer afternoon. Only there was nothing typical about it.  
    She closed the phone and looked behind them. Her shoulders tense with worry.
    “They’re not following us.”
    She whipped her head back to face