A Cold Creek Secret

“Oh? Which part of the state, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Southern. The L.A. area.”

He didn’t really follow entertainment gossip but he thought he read or heard something once about her having two homes not far from each other, one her father’s Bel Air estate and the other a Malibu beachhouse.

“Is that where your parents live?”

Her mouth tightened a little and she moved the remaining chunks of stew around in her bowl. “My mom died when I was three, just after my parents divorced. My dad sort of raised me but he…we… moved around a lot.”

He had to take a quick sip of soda to keep from snorting at that evasive comment—probably Mimi’s way of saying her father had residences across the globe.

“And you said you work for a charitable foundation?”

Her wide, mobile mouth pursed into a frown. “Yes. But you probably wouldn’t have heard of it.”

“And what sort of things do you do there?” He wasn’t sure why he enjoyed baiting her so much but it was the most fun he’d had in a long time.

If nothing else, her presence distracted him from the grim events he had left behind in Afghanistan.

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