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this very room the night Kevin had called her after another accident, and she’d agreed to try to make things right without getting the police involved. Those same feelings, a sick burning in her stomach, a cold feeling of dread and fear sweeping through her body returned now, and she fought down the nausea and trembling that threatened her.
    She had to protect Kevin. She just wished she knew what was going on with him.
    She rubbed her hands up and down over her upper arms and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of water. She tried to ease the tightness at the back of her throat with sips of San Pellegrino, fighting for control of her emotions.
    Jason arrived soon, accompanied by another man in a suit, and she let them into the house through the front door. Their heels echoed on the terra cotta tiles of the foyer as they followed her into the living room. When she turned to face them, her gaze collided with Jason’s intense blue one and heat washed down through her. It felt like forever that their eyes held, and nerves fluttered in her stomach, this time not about talking to the police but at seeing Jason again.
    God, he was so beautiful. His deep-set eyes regarded her steadily from beneath thick straight brows. He wore his dark hair cut short with deep sideburns, and a shadow of whiskers darkened his square jaw, almost hiding the small pale scar, a scar she’d traced with her fingers and tongue.  
    “Kendall, this is Detective Paul Janko. He’s the detective in charge of the investigation.”
    She collected her scattered wits, gave a quick smile and a nod. “Um…can I offer you something to drink? Coffee? Water? Iced tea?”
    “Coffee would be great,” Jason replied.
    “Nothing for me,” Detective Janko said.
    “Please have a seat. I’ll be right back.”
    Kendall jetted into the kitchen and dumped the last of the coffee she’d made that morning into a cup. She carried it back into the living room where they both still politely stood, hoping her shaky hands wouldn’t spill it. She handed Jason the cup of black coffee, just how he liked it. Once again their eyes met in a jolt of heat.
    Then, as The Doors started singing “Light My Fire”, one of Jason’s eyebrows rose. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and hustled over to the stereo. “Sorry. I’ll turn this off.”
    Once that was accomplished, she sat on the long couch, facing them across the coffee table in front of the stone fireplace, and crossed her legs. Jason’s gaze dipped to her bare legs in short shorts, then back up as he sipped the coffee.
    He gave off an air of authority and command. Her gaze dropped to his beautiful mouth and her stomach did another flip of lust.
    The detective began asking her questions, which she answered honestly and truthfully, one after the other. Then he asked, “Why is the wedding being held here?”
    She blinked at him. The fingers of her left hand went to her right and played with the rings there. “Um…because that’s what Kevin and Natalia wanted.”
    “Why not at the bride’s home?”
    Her cheeks heated a little more. Jason knew all this and she cast him a reproachful glance. Did they need to go all through this? “Natalia’s parents are not well off,” she said evenly. “They couldn’t afford the kind of wedding Natalia wanted. And they live a long way from here. Natalia and Kevin’s friends are all here.”
    “So you’re paying for the whole wedding?”
    “Not entirely.” What the hell was this about? “Natalia bought her own dress.”
    “That’s it?”
    “They don’t have much money, Detective Janko.” Her flush heated to scorching. “That’s nothing to deride her for. Every girl wants a fairy tale wedding, to be a princess for a day. Kevin’s my only family, so I was happy to do that for them.”
    “Natalia’s marrying into a rich family.”
    She drew back and focused her coolest gaze on him. “What are you saying?”
    He lifted a shoulder. “Just what I said.”
    Jason