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Judging from the amount of pictures in this room, Katie seemed to  have gotten over her aversion, he thought ruefully. Such a small thing, but not for her.
                  The Katie he'd known then, he reminded himself forcefully. Dragging his attention to the face of Tommy Harrington, he struggled to bring to life something besides regret and a resentment that should have cooled long ago.
                  Katie walked to the mantel and took down another framed photograph. "This one of Tommy was just taken about a week ago. He sent it to Grace."
                  Rick nodded, careful not to touch her as he took the frame. Harrington had cut his hair, almost a buzz cut. He'd grown a mustache and wore glasses. "I'll want to make some copies of this."
                  "Sure. Let me take it out of the frame." Her fingers brushed his as she took the picture.
                  Casually, he turned away, squelching the jolt of electricity that jumped up his arm.
                  "Tommy had some pictures of Grace. When we checked his place earlier, I noticed they weren't on his refrigerator, where she told me he usually kept them."
                  Could've been a smart move by Harrington to keep Henderson from getting a good look at Grace. Or it could've just been Harrington's way of disappearing.
                  The photo Rick had requested appeared over his shoulder, sans frame, and he took it, too conscious of the way Katie's breath tickled his neck. His gaze scanned the entertainment center, the collection of CDs that ranged from the Eagles to Elvis Presley. Before it could fully form, Rick aborted the reminded of his and Katie's mutual pleasure in Elvis's "Can Help Falling in Love."
                  More pictures lined the curved-leg table behind the sofa, and Rick moved toward it. This case was all that mattered. There was a picture of Katie and her sister. Another of Katie in a pale pink satin gown that hugged every curve, bared her gorgeous shoulders. She stood next to Grace, who wore an ivory tea-length wedding gown, her hand on the tuxedo-clad arm of a man whose face was cropped off. Their father? Tommy or another groom? Katie's lover?
                  That last thought ambushed him, and before he could stop, Rick wondered how many men Katie had seen since their college days. Had she ever come close to marriage or had she pulled them all away before they could get too close? Was she involved with someone?
                  Rick knew he should leave those questions alone, but there was one he had to ask. "Are you seeing anyone now?"
                  She blinked. "What?"
                  "Dating anyone?"
                  A frown snapped her dark brows together. "I thought we weren't going to talk about anything except this case."
                  "That's the reason I'm asking." Even while his chest tightened in anticipation of her answer, he managed to sound detached. "I need to speak with anyone who's had recent contact with your sister. They might know something without being aware of it."
                  "Or they might have something to do with her disappearance?"
                  "Right."
                  "I'm not seeing anyone." she said stiffly, avoiding his eyes. "Haven't for... a while."
                  He nodded, silently cursing the bubble of pleasure that bloomed inside him. "I'd like to take a closer look at Grace's room."
                  "This way." She walked past him and down the hall.
                  His gaze slid down the slender line of her back to the taut curve of her butt, the lean line of her thighs. Rick's gaze lingered on the soft magnolia flesh of her neck.
                  He forced himself to look away and rejected the awareness that had started a dim,