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care system.”
    She shot him a swift glance. “What happened to your parents?”
    He laughed, a low, mocking sound. “Good question.”
    Jet couldn’t look away from his darkly handsome profile, his firm lips twisted. She couldn’t tell if it was a slash of anger or pain. “Are they still alive?” she asked hesitantly.
    “No.”
    “That’s why you went into foster care?”
    “No. I was given to my grandmother, and when she died, I went into foster care.”
    Jet swallowed. “How old were you?”
    “Four.” He leaned forward and turned on the radio. “What do you like to listen to? Pop? Jazz? Alternative rock?”
    He was shutting down the conversation. She glanced uneasily in his direction, wishing she hadn’t probed as much as she had. “I noticed you didn’t mention country.” She was trying to be funny but it didn’t come out quite as light as she intended.
    He laughed that dry low laugh again. “You could be an investigative reporter, you know.”
    At least he didn’t sound angry. “I’ve been told I’m far too curious for my own good. My brothers and sisters used to remind me all the time that curiosity killed the cat, too.”
    He shot her a swift glance, his jaw easing, dark eyes creasing at the corners. “And, no, I’m not really a country fan. But if that’s what you want—”
    “No. I like some of the new country, but I listen to everything, so I’m good with whatever you want.”
    He nodded, picked a classic rock station and drummed one hand on the steering wheel as he drove. Jet watched him from the corner of her eye, more fascinated than ever.
    It was good he’d made a reservation. The dark wood-paneled restaurant was crowded, with nearly every table full, with clusters of adults waiting just inside the front door. Heavy, black iron chandeliers dotted the beamed ceiling, making the restaurant masculine and cozy at the same time.
    Despite the line at the door, they were seated right away, and Jet couldn’t help glancing at the tables they passed, noting the big steaks and plates of ribs and prime rib. Everything looked good and just the sizzling aroma made her mouth water.
    “You’re not a vegetarian, are you?” Shane asked, holding her chair out for her.
    “No. But I’ve heard they have something for everyone here.”
    The waiter was at their table almost right away to take their drink order.
    Shane looked at Jet. “Cocktail, wine, beer?”
    “I’ll probably have a glass of red.”
    “Me, too.”
    The waiter gestured to the wine list by the bottle. Again Shane looked to Jet. “I’m probably just having one glass,” he said. “But I can certainly order a bottle—”
    “I’m the same. I know they say it’s a better value if you order by the bottle, but if you’re not going to drink it, what’s the point?”
    As the waiter walked away, Shane leaned forward in his chair. “Are you thrifty?”
    “I was raised to be.”
    “That doesn’t answer my question.”
    “I might be a good investigative reporter, but you’d be a good prosecuting attorney.”
    His dark eyes shone. “And you still avoided the question.”
    She made a face. “I was supposed to spend a year traveling in Europe but after six months my money was gone and I had to come home. Not sure if that answers your question, sir .”
    “Are you always this feisty?”
    “My parents would say yes.”
    “That pleases you.”
    Jet’s lips curved. “I’m definitely not Harley. She is really solid…a really good person. Mature. Dependable. Salt of the earth.”
    “And you’re not?”
    “I’m not unreliable, but I’m not ready for a family. Not interested in settling down and having kids…at least not anytime soon. I want to explore the world. Have adventures.”
    “And Harley wanted to be a mom?”
    “She was a mom. An amazing mom. Like the best. And then—” Jet broke off as her throat ached and her eyes burned, hot and gritty. She blinked hard and glanced away, staring across the dark restaurant