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wasn’t a very good picture?”
    His green eyes filled with compassion. “You love him very much, don’t you?”
    “Yes. That’s why I’m asking you to help repair the damage you’ve done to his self-esteem.”
    “How could I do that?”
    She took a deep breath. “I don’t suppose you’d give a talk saying you’ve studied his picture more thoroughly and have decided it could be a legitimate shot of Bigfoot.”
    “I can’t do that.”
    “Because of the Gentrys?”
    “Partly, and partly because it wouldn’t be true.” His glance flickered slightly. “Anyway, Bigfoot doesn’t exist.”
    If she hadn’t been fascinated by his gorgeous green eyes, she might have missed that flicker. In her experience with insurance claims, a flicker like that meant the subject wasn’t giving her the whole truth.
    She sensed an opening and decided to try a different tack. “I’m willing to agree that it’s unlikely that Bigfoot exists, but the world’s an amazing place, where new discoveries are made every day. I would think as a scientist you’d want to leave yourself open to the possibility.”
    “But all the hard evidence—”
    “Screw the hard evidence, Roarke. My grandfather saw something, and he doesn’t believe for one minute it was hikers. I challenge you to come by Dooley’s General Store and talk to him about it.”
    “He’d probably throw me out on my ear.”
    “Not if I’m there to stop him. Come tomorrow morning around ten. Please. This is a delicate situation, but you and I might be able to make it end well for all concerned.”
    Roarke turned his mug around in his large hands before glancing at her. “You’ll be there?”
    “I’ll be there. I’ll admit that Grandpa Earl has a stubborn streak, so somebody needs to hang around and referee. But I think if you hear him tell the story of what he saw and smelled, you’ll find that ridiculing his sighting won’t be so easy.”
    “It’s never been easy.”
    She leaped on that. “Because you think Bigfoot is a possibility?”
    “Because I don’t like poking holes in somebody’s cherished dream.”
    “So why did you?”
    He finished off his beer. “It’s complicated. I—” A cell phone chimed and he pulled a BlackBerry from inside his corduroy jacket and checked the number. “Sorry, but I need to go.”
    “No problem. But your call reminds me. Would you give me your cell number? I think my grandfather will be available tomorrow, but something might come up and I’ll need to call you.”
    “Sure thing.” He took a cream-colored business card from a different inside pocket of his jacket and handed it to her. Then he levered himself out of the booth and picked up his coat and laptop case. “Unless I hear from you, I’ll be at your grandfather’s store tomorrow at ten. I owe him that much.”
    “Thank you, Roarke.”
    “Don’t thank me yet. It could turn into a shouting match that won’t solve anything.”
    “It won’t be a shouting match.” She gazed up at him. “I’ll prepare him for the visit. I’ll tell him you’re actually a good guy.”
    He smiled at that. “You’re making quite an assumption on such brief acquaintance.”
    “I’m an insurance claims adjuster. It’s my job to separate the white hats from the black hats. Until today, I thought you were in the black hat category, but now I’ve changed my mind.”
    Roarke held her gaze. “I wouldn’t be too quick to do that if I were you.”
    A shiver of sensual awareness ran through her. “Are you saying you’re a bad boy?”
    “I’ve been known to be.”
    She gulped, unable to come up with a single snappy comeback.
    “See you tomorrow.”
    Her heart racing, she turned to watch him walk away. Oh, baby .

Chapter 3
     
    Although technically the Gentrys lived next door to the Dooleys, it was a couple of miles on the main road from the Gentry mansion to Dooley’s General Store, so the next morning Roarke drove his rented Corvette. There was enough misty rain to