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envelope, which had been attached to a stem by a slender satin ribbon.
    The hand with which she had established a reputation as an exceptionally talented surgeon trembled slightly as she brought the card closer. On it was a single typewritten line:
    I've got a crush on you.
    Chapter 3
    "Uncle Wick!"
    "Uncle Wick!"
    The two girls rushed him like linemen intent on sacking the quarterback. Officially adolescents, they still had the exuberance of children when it came to showing affection, especially for their adored Uncle Wick.
    "It's been ages and ages, Uncle Wick.
    I've missed you."
    "I've missed y'all, too. Look at you.
    Will you please stop growing? You're going to get as tall as me."
    "Nobody's as tall as you, Uncle Wick."
    "Michael Jordan."
    "Nobody who doesn't play basketball, I mean."
    The younger, Laura, announced, "Mom finally let me get my ears pierced," and she proudly showed them off.
    "No nose rings, I hope."
    "Dad would have a cow."
    "I'd have two."
    "Do you think braces are ugly on girls, Uncle Wick? 'Cause I may have to get them."
    "Are you kidding? Braces are a major turn-on."
    "Seriously?"
    "Seriously."
    "Your hair's blonder, Uncle Wick."
    "I've been on the beach a lot. The sun bleaches it out. And if I don't start using sunscreen I'm going to get as dark as you."
    They thought that was hilarious.
    "I made cheerleader."
    "So I heard." He high-fived Stephanie. "Save a seat for me at one of the games this fall."
    "Our outfits are kinda dorky."
    "They are," her younger sister solemnly agreed. "Totally dorky."
    "But Mom says guess again about making them shorter."
    "That's right, I did." Grace Wesley joined them at the front door. Moving her daughters aside, she hugged Wick tightly.
    When he released her, he whined, "Grace, why won't you run away with me?"
    "Because I'm a one-woman-man kind of woman."
    "I'll change. For you I'd change.
    Cross my heart I would."
    "Sorry, still can't."
    "Why not?"
    "Because Oren would hunt you down and shoot you dead."
    "Oh, yeah," he grumbled. "Him."
    The girls shrieked with laughter. Over their protests, Grace shooed them upstairs, where chores awaited them, and ushered Wick into the living room. "How's Galveston?"
    "Hot. Sticky. Sandy."
    "Are you liking it?"
    "I'm loving being a beach bum. Where's your old man?"
    "On the phone, but he shouldn't be much longer.Have you eaten?"
    "Stopped at Angelo's and scarfed a plate of brisket. Didn't realize how much I'd missed that barbecue till I took my first bite."
    "There's chocolate pudding in the fridge."
    "I'd settle for a glass of your iced tea."
    "Sweetened?"
    "Is there any other kind?"
    "Coming up. Make yourself comfortable." Before leaving the room, she turned back and said meaningfully,
    "Sure is good to have you back."
    "Thanks."
    He didn't correct her. He wasn't back yet and didn't know if he was coming back.
    He had only consented to think about it. Oren had an interesting case cooking. He had asked for Wick's professional opinion. He was here to help out his friend. That was all.
    He'd yet to darken the door of PD headquarters, and he didn't intend to. He hadn't even driven past it or felt a nostalgic yearning to do so. He was here as a favor to Oren. Period.
    "Hey, Wick." Oren bustled in. He was dressed for home in knee-length shorts, sneakers, and a University of Texas T-shirt, but he was still all cop; a case binder was tucked beneath his arm. His pager was clipped to his waistband. "How was your drive up from Galveston?"
    "Long."
    "Don't I know it." Oren had made the round trip the day before. "Get checked into the motel all right?"
    "Is that rat-hole the best the FWPD can afford?"
    "Oh, and you left such luxurious accommodations in Galveston."
    Wick laughed good-naturedly.
    "Grace take care of you?"
    "In the process." She came in with two tall glasses of tea and set them on coasters on the coffee table. "The girls said for Wick not to dare leave without saying good-bye."
    "I promise I won't. I'll even tell them a bedtime