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resulted from Pete’s death,
     he hadn’t been too interested. He hadn’t really planned to be for a while, not until
     he sorted a few things out.
    There was no denying he was interested now, however. In what, though? That was the
     question he hadn’t answered. And he wouldn’t. Now was not the time, no matter the
     opportunity.
    With renewed concentration on the purpose literally at hand, he straightened the linen
     sheet and began to work on her shoulders. Just because the soft feel of supple muscles
     going pliant beneath his fingertips made his entirebody tighten did not mean he wasn’t focused on his one and only goal, which was to
     get through this appointment, then track down Lillian and convince her that there
     had to be another way to get her information.
    Conversation. Distraction. “So what made you decide to get a massage?” he asked genially.
     “Special occasion?”
    “Actually, it was the twins’ idea.”
    Tucker’s fingers faltered for a moment, then continued working the sides of her neck.
Twins?
Tucker gave a rueful silent laugh. There he was, drooling like a pimply adolescent
     over this woman, and she was a happily married mother of twin tots.
You really do need a break, Morgan
. Seeing as she was probably somewhere in her late twenties, early thirties, it was
     more likely Dad had arranged this little gift. He wondered if Dad was the jealous
     type. He sincerely hoped not, then felt even more the fraud. He was deceiving an entire
     family.
    “And it falls more under the heading of busybody than anything else,” she said, her
     voice going all soft as he absently worked his way down her back.
    His mind was still on the happy family giving Mom a nice break only to have her groped
     by a guy posing as a masseur in some silly scheme of Lillian’s. This was definitely
     beginning and ending right there. As soon as he was done.
    After all, they’d paid for a massage for Mom, and she was going to go out of there
     satisfied, even if it meant he had to spend the three hours directly afterward in
     a cold shower. He massaged more deeply.
    “I think I’ll have to forgive them this time,” she said, then let loose a long sigh
     that stretched his pleats no matter how businesslike he commanded his thoughts to
     be.
    “So what made you decide to become a masseur?” she asked, her voice deeper, almost
     drowsy. “Were you in sports or something? You seem like a pretty fit guy.”
    “I’m, uh, doing it as a favor. For Lillian. She was a close friend of my mother’s.”
     It was bad enough that he was deceiving her about his credentials. He was determined
     not to lie any more than he had to.
    “That’s really nice of you. I guess you’ve heard all about Helga then.”
    Helga? It took him a moment but he placed the name. “Oh, Helga, yes. The former masseuse.”
    “No one has been able to take her place.”
    “I understand she was quite popular. But I’m only here temporarily.”
    She started to lift up and turn her head, presumably to look at him, but he pressed
     her gently but firmly back to the table. “That’s a shame,” she said. “I think you’ll
     gain quite a quick following here.”
    Not if I can help it
. Before she could resume her line of questioning, Tucker turned the tables on her.
     “Are you a regular client here? I don’t mean to sound surprised. It’s just that I
     assumed all of Lillian’s clients were Sunset Shores residents.”
    “I am a resident. I live next—” Her answer died out on a long groan as Tucker pressed
     his thumbs down and ran them along her spine, then worked back up to her shoulders
     in a slow, circular motion. “I’m beginning to think I owe Ida and Irma an apology,”
     she said on a satisfied sigh.
    Tucker’s hands paused then quickly resumed. Ida and Irma? What kind of names were
     those for little kids? At least she’d distracted him from his body-hardening reaction.
     He felt as if he were on an amusement-park ride,which was