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you’ve avoided him.
He’s not an idiot, for heaven’s sake, so stop beating yourself up over it. You
aren’t responsible for the whole town. If you were, I’d ask for a new patrol
car and a raise,” Clint joked trying to lighten the mood.
    “It’s been one of those days. I’m tired and have a
guilty conscience about Grant. I don’t want it to ruin the rest of the evening
though. I want to end today on a high note by flirting with a good-looking
deputy on the phone.” I blushed at a sudden thought. “Don’t tell my mom we have
phone sex!”
    “I’ve missed you,” Clint’s voice lowered to a
husky growl, “I don’t think I’ve told you lately, but you’re the hottest
librarian I know.” 
    “Hmm. . . I’m the only librarian you know, but
it’s a start,” I changed my voice to what I thought was a sexy French
accent. “And how are you going to make up for ze days
you’ve been gone?” 
    For the next few delicious minutes, Clint told me
how he planned to make me smile when he returned.

 
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    Ten minutes later, I hung up the phone and gave a
deep sigh of contentment. My life was awesome. I had a great house, a job I
loved, a close-knit family, and the man I’d been in love with since I was a
gawky teenager. I leaned over and knocked on my cherry coffee table. I wasn’t
superstitious, but a girl could never be too careful.
    I poured myself a glass of red wine
and grabbed my laptop. I searched the internet for any information I could
find about Elody Campbell. Page after page of gossip
sites scrolled in front of me. She was breathtaking when alive. Her silvery
blonde hair hung in long waves around her face. At only five feet tall, she
resembled a fairy princess from Andrew Lang’s  Fairy Books.
    I clicked on one of the more recent stories.
“Senator’s Daughter Parties with Art Scene Bad Boy” the headline
announced. I read the article. “ Elody Campbell was
with her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Jay Burns, at Club 540 on Saturday
night. Was it the lighting or was there a bruise on the lovely Elody’s face? Jay Burns is the up-and-coming artist who
rose from street gang obscurity to the top of the art world food chain with his
pieces currently fetching five figures with Japanese collectors. Art critic,
Sylvester Cline discovered him after an article in the entertainment news
included photos of his work. Does Senator Campbell know his daughter parties
with this artful thug whose criminal past includes assault and petty theft? Is
the glazed look in her eyes from love or something else?” The article contained
several images of Elody and her entourage. I clicked
on one to examine it closer. Jay was attractive in a greasy way that made you
take a second glance but then decide you would need to bathe him before you
could kiss him. He sported silver hoops in both ears and sleeked his black hair
into a ponytail. Several tattoos decorated his arms. He looked to be my age or
a few years older. Definitely not my type of guy, but I could see his roguish
appeal. In one photo, it looked like Elody had a
bruise but with the grainy image taken in low club lights, I couldn’t be sure.
    I returned to my search and read through
several more articles. Some hinted at drugs and wild partying by Elody and her crowd. The Senator must have had his PR team
working overtime to cover up the damage his daughter’s behavior caused.
Reporter, Tessa Brewer, wrote most of the pieces I found. As I scanned more
stories, I noticed that unlike the other reporters, Tessa’s coverage of Elody seemed catty and biased. Although Tessa reported a
few negative things about Jay, she mostly praised his artwork and predicted he
would go far in the art world. I clicked on information about her and her
column, Celebrity Gab Rag , and perused her coverage of other
celebrities. Tessa wrote vicious barbed comments about Elody’s relationship with Jay and thinly veiled accusations of drug use, but she was
kinder to