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clothes she’d been wearing. He went to pay for the items.
    “What are those for?” Lauren tossed her clothes at him and Brett placed them in a bag. He did not want her to stand out the way she did. He knew she wasn’t happy with him but at least now she would blend in. The clothes she’d worn were fine for shopping at Saks, but not on the run.
    “They are for your feet. They’ll be more comfortable than the things you’re wearing now,” Brett smirked.
    “I don’t do flip-flops,” she informed him.
    “You do now.” Brett held open the bag he had her old clothes in.
    Lauren threw her heels in the bag and put on the flip-flops and stormed out the door. Brett followed with a smile. He actually enjoyed her temper tantrums.
    “Where are we off to now Agent?”
    The tone in Lauren’s voice only made him chuckle. Brett pulled into the parking lot of a small coffee shop. He parked and smiled at Lauren. “We will meet my superior here to change cars. I need to get you to Ocean City without being followed. I will keep you alive.” He grabbed their bags from the trunk and walked around to her door.
    “Kevin Williams…Lauren Reynolds.” Brett introduced them then tossed their bags in Kevin’s car.
    Kevin held out his hand, “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Reynolds. I only wish it were under better circumstances.”
      Lauren simply nodded and smiled politely. Brett opened the car door for her. She remained quiet.
    “She hasn’t said too much lately.” Brett informed Kevin after he closed her door.
    “Do you blame her?” Kevin asked.
    Brett spoke with Kevin for a few minutes and joined Lauren in the car. The drive to Ocean City remained a quiet one. Brett understood she’d been through a lot and didn’t push for a conversation. He figured she’d talk when ready.

    Lauren gasped. “This is your home?” as Brett pulled into the driveway of an extravagant beach home.
    “I told you it would be better than the dingy motel. I hope you will be more comfortable here.” Brett smiled. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was pleased.
    “I expected a one-room dirty bachelor apartment that might require a torch,” she blurted out.
    Brett laughed. “That would be my place in Mexico.”
    Lauren got out of the car and watched Brett open the first of three garage doors and parked the car inside. He closed the door and met Lauren in the driveway. She hadn’t moved. She appeared mesmerized with his home.
    “This is magnificent.” She smiled at him.
    “It’s good to see you smile, Lauren. I know the past twenty-four hours have been hard on you.” Brett put his arm around her without thinking and then eased back.
    “Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour.”
    “Remarkable,” Lauren announced as she entered the front foyer.
    “How the hell do you afford this on a cop’s salary?”
    The elaborate exterior of cedar and redwood made the three-story home stand out. But the exquisite interior design was something one would only see in a magazine. She watched Brett disarm the house at a keyboard mounted on the wall in the front foyer. At the touch of buttons, the window shades began to rise. Windows spanned the entire back of the house and with the cathedral ceilings, the sunlight penetrated deep throughout the house.
    Brett smiled. “I changed my name when I was in college. It used to be Brett Donnelly.”
    Lauren flashed him a questioning look, “As in the New York real estate Donnelley?”
    “That’s my father and grandfather, not me. I never wanted to go into the family business. My father never forgave me for not following in his footsteps and changing my name,” Brett remarked sadly.
    “You wanted to be a cop?”
    “Since I was a young boy, actually I always wanted to work with the FBI,” Brett shared.
    It was unlike him. He never shared with anyone, except John Reynolds in college. It surprised him he’d shared personal information with Lauren. He wondered if he truly had feelings for