Watching Over Her. Lisa Childs

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      Anger at Ash flashed through him, but then, he couldn’t blame the man for letting her get to him. She had gotten to Blaine, too.

      “I was working the case,” he said. “Trying to track down a suspect.”

      “Mark?” she asked. From her tone it was obvious that she was still reluctant to believe Andy’s brother could have anything to do with the robberies.

      “I went to see Tammy Doremire to see if she’d heard from her husband yet.” Mark was definitely one of the robbers—probably the mastermind, no matter that his wife thought he was an idiot.

      “Has she heard from him?” she asked with more concern than suspicion.

      He shook his head.

      “He’s her husband,” she said. “How can she not know where he is?”

      “I don’t think their marriage is that great,” Blaine said. His sisters would have killed their husbands if they’d gone hours, let alone days, without checking in with them. Hell, Buster probably knew where her husband was every minute of every day.

      “Is he seeing someone else?” Maggie wondered.

      “Maybe.” He was thinking of Susan Iverson, but he added, “She thinks you know where he is.”

      She gasped. “I don’t.”

      “She thinks you two may have been involved.” He could believe that Mark had been interested in Maggie. But he believed that she thought of the man only as an older brother—maybe as a link to her dead fiancé.

      She gasped. “That’s crazy.” And she drew back from him. “Do you think that, too?”

      “No.” He trusted her. He believed her.

      But then he worried that maybe he was being a fool. Maybe she had manipulated him just as Tammy had warned. Maybe Maggie had manipulated Blaine into falling in love with her. Or maybe he was just scared that for the first time in his life he’d fallen in love and he worried that she would never be able to fully love him back. Not when her heart still belonged to her dead fiancé.

      * * *

      BLAINE WAS STANDING there right in front of her, right beside her hospital bed, but Maggie felt him pulling away from her. Whatever Tammy had said must have gotten to him—must have gotten him doubting her.

      She felt like a suspect again.

      “If I knew where he was, I would tell you,” she said. Not because she thought Mark was guilty of anything, but to prove his innocence. Then Blaine would be able to focus on who was really involved in the robberies.

      “His wife thinks you know...”

      “His wife is paranoid,” she said. Tammy had never been nice to her; she was the kind of woman who couldn’t be friends with other women. “She’s delusional, too, if she thinks I’m having an affair with her husband.”

      “Maybe there’s another reason you might know where Mark is,” Blaine said. “Maybe he’s hiding someplace that Andy might have gone. Did he have an apartment or a house of his own?”

      Everything kept coming back to Andy and those damn letters she’d written him. If only she’d had something to tell him about other than her job.

      If only she’d had the guts to tell him about her feelings, her true feelings...

      She shook her head. “No, it would have been crazy for him to have a house or apartment when he was hardly ever home. Andy stayed with his parents whenever he was home on leave—which hadn’t been that often since he joined the Marines after high school.”

      “He wasn’t home much?”

      After seeing how mean a drunk his father was, she understood why he hadn’t come home a lot. “No.”

      Then she remembered that he hadn’t always come home. “He did sometimes stay somewhere else...” She should have thought of it earlier, but it was a place she’d wanted to forget.

      That muscle twitched in Blaine’s soot-streaked cheek. “Your place?”

      “No.” As much as she had missed her best friend when he’d been gone so long, she hadn’t wanted him to stay with her. She hadn’t wanted him to think they were more than they were. She should have said no when he asked her to marry him; she should have refused that ring.

      “Then where else had he stayed?” Blaine asked.

      “The Doremires have a cabin near Lake Michigan—at least, they had it before Andy died,” she said. “I’m not sure if they kept it after they divorced. I can call Mrs. Doremire and ask...”

      He shook his head. “No. Let me check it out. I don’t want anyone tipping off Mark before I can track him down.”

      “I’m not so sure his mother would call him.” Especially since she hadn’t seemed to want anything to do with her life before Andy’s death.

      Janet Doremire was right—that life was too short to waste. The fire had proved that to Maggie. She was lucky that she hadn’t lost her baby and Blaine.

      “I don’t want to take that risk. Where is the cabin?” he asked.

      “It’s north of where they live,” she said. “Close to Pentwater. But I don’t know the name of the actual road. I would need to show you where it is.”

      He shook his head. “I can’t take you along with me. I’ll be able to find it. I know that area.”

      “But you sound like you’re from out East,” she said.

      “New Hampshire,” he said. “But my sister lives near Pentwater.”

      “Which sister?”

      “Buster.”

      She wanted to meet all of his sisters, but most of all Buster because he talked about her with the most affection and exasperation.

      “It’s good you have family within a four-hour drive.” Her family was too far away to offer much support. “So maybe you will stay here even after you find these robbers?”

      He shrugged. “I can’t think about that until I finish up this case.”

      Probably because he would be moving on to the next case.

      “I need to find that cabin,” he said.

      “It’s really remote and hard to find,” she warned him. Even if she could talk Blaine into taking her along, she wasn’t certain that she would be able to find the cabin again. She had gone there only a couple of times with Andy—one summer during high school and most recently when he had proposed to her. She shouldn’t have gone then. She should have known what he was going to ask her.

      “It sounds like the perfect place to hide,” Blaine murmured. “He has to be there.”

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