All That Glitters

The lines of her mouth tightened, but she dipped her chin once and invited herself to sit on the sofa with him but nearer the fire.

“What kinds of things do you do when you’re here in Bailey’s Cove?” she said, asking, he thought, as open a question as possible.

He could list a few, but nothing she could use to build a story against him. He wondered when this reporter had last been interested in the truth.

The wind whistled and roared as he sat and tried to decide what to tell her, how best to lead her away from anything involving Hale and Blankenstock.

“This is a quiet town, struggling,” he said softly.

“I’m afraid I didn’t get to see much of Bailey’s Cove.”

He imagined her clinging to the wheel of her car, trying not to panic beyond the ability to function. Blue eyes glued to the centerline. Butt nearly lifted from the seat in anticipation. He wondered just how crazy she was.

Locking her in a closet might be best for both of them.

She lifted one eyebrow at him. “I was too busy chasing you.”

He relaxed into press mode. She wanted to play casual, to get inside his armor with lightness and charm. Good for her. She wouldn’t be any good at her job if she didn’t pull out all her weapons.

She would find his armor had hardened recently. He was ready for whatever she had.

Liam Bailey. He’d throw her the pirate. Nothing she couldn’t get at the local museum, hell she’d get a well-embellished version at the local bar.

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