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Aaron grabbed her arm again. Short of making a scene, she was stuck.
    “Let me go,” she whispered.
    “Not until you answer me. Have you or have you not been receiving threatening letters?”
    “Yes. I have.”
    Her voice was just above a whisper, but Aaron heard everything, including her fear.
    “For how long?”
    She sighed. “I don’t know…maybe six months.”
    “My God! Have you lost your mind?” he yelped. “Why didn’t you tell someone?” Then he lowered his voice and tugged gently at her fingers. “Why didn’t you tell me? ”
    It was all she could do not to cry. Aaron looked so hurt, and that was the last thing she wanted.
    “I don’t know,” she muttered. “At first they didn’t amount to much. Just the typical ‘I don’t like what you’re doing’ type of things. You know the kind. And I did seek advice. Twice.”
    Aaron touched Caitlin’s face with his forefinger, then swiped a small tear from her cheek with his thumb.
    “From whom?” he asked.
    “Boran Fiorello. He’s a detective with the NYPD and an old friend of my father’s.”
    “What did he say?”
    Caitlin shrugged. “He told me not to worry, that it wasn’t against the law not to like what I wrote or to tell me about it. When the letters got worse, I called him again, and he pretty much blew me off. After that, I just kept them to myself.”
    Indignant on Caitlin’s behalf, Aaron reached for his cell phone.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Calling that know-it-all detective and telling him his testosterone is sadly misplaced.”
    Aaron’s exaggerations never failed to make her smile, and this was no exception. She shook her head.
    “No, please don’t. It won’t do any good. Besides, you’re the one who has the most to worry about. My letters are full of vague threats like making me pay, which, unlike a bomb threat, is pretty non-specific. Has someone called the police?”
    “Yes, but they are, of course, keeping it low-key. The last thing we need is to light a fire under every nut case in the city.”
    Caitlin nodded, then covered Aaron’s hands with her own.
    “I’m sorry,” she said.
    He made a face at her and then smiled. “Forgiven.”
    She glanced at her watch. “I need to get home.”
    “And I have an appointment in half an hour, or I’d take you there myself.”
    Caitlin shook her head. “About my behavior…that was nothing but panic. I’m really okay.”
    “Good girl. However, don’t assume anything. Be careful, and I’ll call you tonight. We’ll make a plan then.”
    Caitlin grinned. “I’m trying to finish a manuscript. That’s my plan.”
    Aaron canceled their dessert order, tossed some bills onto the table and helped her into her coat before following her out of the restaurant.
    Outside, the bitter wind lifted the scarf around her neck and blew it into her face. She caught it, tucking it down inside her collar before pulling on her gloves.
    “Wait here. I’ll hail you a cab,” Aaron said.
    “No, you take the cab,” she said, then pointed down the street. “I’m going to walk down to that market and buy some groceries before I go home.”
    He frowned. “Are you sure?”
    “Well, I had Pepsi and peanut butter for breakfast and there’s no other food in my house.”
    Aaron rolled his eyes. “Good Lord! Go, go! And while you’re at it, buy some fruit and vegetables. And some milk. Buy some milk. The next thing you’ll be telling me you poured Pepsi onto your cornflakes.”
    Caitlin grinned. “It’s not so bad.”
    Aaron covered his ears, as if pretending he couldn’t bear to hear what she was saying.
    “You eat like a teenager,” he moaned. “Don’t tell me any more.”
    “There comes a cab,” Caitlin said, and gave him a quick kiss goodbye as the driver swerved to the curb. “Thanks for lunch, and for the words of encouragement.”
    “Just watch yourself until we figure out what to do,” he warned, and then he was gone.
    The streets were still slushy, but the