“Probably not, but is that bad? Would you rather work in a place where you’re not part of a team?”

“No and no. That’s why I turned down the last job offer. I know you said to be patient and you’re right. It’s just…” She took a breath. “I hate to admit this, but with Walker running the company, I kind of don’t want to move on. Dealing with him makes me feel connected to my family.”

“They’ll still be your family, no matter where you work,” Gary told her. “Are you still thinking about looking outside of Seattle?”

“I should, but I haven’t yet. I don’t want to move away.”

“Then you don’t have to. There’s no law.”

He smiled at her—a sweet, gentle smile that made her happy they’d become friends. He was a good man and knowing there could never be anything sexual between them helped a lot. She didn’t need to make another mistake in the man department.

“I can’t blame you for wanting to stay here,” he told her. “I would never leave Seattle. All my family is here, as well. I love them all, even my sister who has spent the past six months setting me up with every single woman she knows. It’s getting so I’m afraid to take her calls. The last woman was very nice, but she had this grating voice…”

He kept on talking, but Dani wasn’t listening. She was too stunned to do anything but stare at him.

If his sister was setting him up with women then that meant…“You’re not gay?” she blurted without thinking.

Gary paused in the act of raising up his container of coffee. Confusion drew his eyebrows together. “You thought I was gay?”

Oh, God.

She wanted to bolt from the room and disappear into the crowd outside. How could she have been wrong about that? What would he think of her? Worse, he was such a sweet guy and she really liked him and now she’d practically shouted that there was something about him that made her think he wasn’t into women. No straight guy was going to take that as a compliment.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, forcing herself to look at him. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean…”

So what hadn’t she meant? There weren’t a lot of interpretations to “You’re not gay?” It wasn’t as if she could pass off the line as him not understanding what she meant.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Gary sipped his coffee. “Gay,” he said slowly. “Interesting.”

She drew in a breath. Interesting wasn’t bad. “You don’t hate me?”

“No. Why would I?”

“Some men wouldn’t consider the comment flattering.”

“I can see that. It makes me want to dress better.”

She risked a smile. “You dress fine.”

“A little too conservative,” he said with a shrug. He glanced down at the ivory shirt and dark slacks he wore. “My sister keeps getting after me to try a little color. Maybe a pink shirt,” he teased. “Of course that would make me look more gay.”

She felt herself blush. “You’re taking this really well.”

“It’s kind of exciting. I’ve never thought of myself as having a secret life before.” He leaned toward her, his pale gray eyes bright with excitement. “So what made you think I was gay?”

“I’m not sure. You’re nice and quiet and you’ve never tried to pick me up. Not that every man does. I’m not all that.”

“You kind of are,” he said.

Dani didn’t know how to take that. Was Gary flirting with her? And if he was, how did she feel about it?

“You’re not married,” she said.

“You’re not, either.”

“I used to be. My divorce is barely final.”

“Hard time?” he asked sympathetically.

“No worse than anyone else’s, I’m sure,” she said. “Hugh wasn’t a bad guy.” She paused. “Wait a minute. You know what? He was. He was totally awful.”

She explained how she and Hugh had met in college and how in his senior year, he’d been injured playing football.

“I stood by him all through his surgery, his therapy,” she said. “I’m not asking for a reward, but I stayed. I loved him and even though I knew he’d be paralyzed from the waist down forever and that we could never have a normal physical relationship again, I wanted to marry him.”

“What happened?”

“We got married. I bullied him into finishing his degree and then continuing his education. Eventually he got a job as a professor. I worked at Burger Heaven. I thought we were happy.”

They hadn’t been, of course, but she’d thought their problems were just like everyone else’s. A little boredom, a few too many weekends spent on separate activities.

“It wasn’t perfect,” she continued. “But I thought…” She shook her head. “I was wrong.”

“He asked for a divorce?”

“Not just that. He told me I hadn’t grown enough as a person. That I hadn’t kept up with him. It was totally humiliating.”

She remembered wanting to scream at the unfairness of the accusation. She’d wanted to point out that all her free time had gone into looking after him and supporting the two of them. If she hadn’t grown it had been because she’d been busting her ass for him.

“Worse,” she continued, “It turned out to be total crap. He’d been having an affair with one of his students. Or maybe more. I’m not sure. I caught him cheating.”

“I’m sorry,” Gary said and reached out to take her hand in his.

She let him and then studied their joined fingers. His touch felt nice. Safe. There wasn’t even one tingle, but after all she’d been through, she’d decided that sexual attraction was highly overrated.

“So you’ll get over him,” he told her. “You’ll recover.”

“I’m over Hugh,” she said wryly. “If only my sad story ended there.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Oh, please. Why make a fool of myself once when I can easily do it again?”

He winced. “What happened?”

“Rebound guy. Ryan. He was perfect. Charming, handsome, caring and everything I needed to help me get over Hugh. He knew exactly what to say, how to say it.”

“So what was the problem?” Gary asked.

“He was married. Yup, a lying, cheating weasel dog. I thought about having him shot. One of my brothers used to be a Marine. But in the end I let him live.”

“Probably for the best. You wouldn’t like prison.”

“At least I wouldn’t have to deal with my very tragic love life.”

“It is a unique story,” he said.

She smiled. “I agree. I doubt you can top it.”

“I can’t. So now what?”

“Now I find a new job and look for my father. Which is mostly your fault. You keep talking about the importance of family and now I have to go for it. I just don’t know how to start.”

“Have you tried a private detective?”

She shook her head. “I never thought of it before. Maybe one could help. I don’t have very much to go on.” In truth she had nothing, but miracles happened.

“I can give you a couple of names. Both really good at what they do.”

She pulled her hand free. “Excuse me? How does a guy who teaches theology and math know about private detectives?”

“I’m a man of many talents.”

“Apparently. Okay, sure. Names would be great.”

He pulled a pen out of his jacket pocket and then passed over a napkin. “Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll call you with the information.”

Fifteen minutes ago she wouldn’t have hesitated to give him the information. Gay Gary was safe. But if he wasn’t, and why would he lie about that, things were different. What if he called her for other reasons? Like to ask her out?

Dani wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Getting involved should be illegal in her case. Yet this was Gary. She liked him and nothing about him even hinted that he could ever be a threat. Of course the neighbors of serial killers always went on about how nice they were.

Still she wrote down her cell number and passed it back to him. Sometimes you just had to take a chance on people.

LORI ARRIVED FOR WORK a few minutes early. She locked her car, then stared up at the imposing house. For the first time since being hired to help Gloria, she didn’t want to go inside.

She could come up with a thousand reasons why, but they all covered up a single truth. She was scared. Truly, down to her bones, terrified.

Yesterday and last night had been incredible. Being with Reid had made her feel in the best way possible. They’d made love one more time before she’d finally gone home. It had been well after midnight and Madeline had waited up.

The teasing had been worth it, Lori thought as she walked toward the front door and let herself in with her key. She’d endured the teasing happily because she was still glowing from all that Reid had done to her body.

And it wasn’t even all about the sex. It had been great—but not really the best part. The best part had been being with him. Spending time with the man and finding out she liked him even more than she’d thought possible.

Which made the morning after even more awkward. What had their time together meant to him? What was he thinking? Was he sorry? Did he want to pretend it had never happened? What were his expectations? She supposed she should be asking the same of herself and assuming she got a say in how things went, but that was a level of maturity she wasn’t going to reach in this lifetime. She would have to settle for being terrified he had regrets.

Because she didn’t. She wanted more of last night. She wanted to talk and laugh and touch. She wanted to be with him in every way possible.

She was realistic enough to accept that a good part of his interest in her was due to the fact that he was basically trapped in the house. There weren’t the regular hordes of admirers all around. When that changed, so would his opinion of her. But until then…

She knew that as a strong, self-sufficient woman she should demand answers. Instead she decided that not acting scared out of her mind would be enough of a win for today.

She hung up her coat in the hall closet and set her purse on the shelf, then walked into the kitchen.

Reid was already there. He stood with his back to her, which meant she could look all she wanted, so she did.

Her gaze dropped to his butt, which deserved its own billboard campaign. A hot, needy quivering began low in her belly. She must have made a sound because he turned.

For a second he just looked at her. She couldn’t seem to bring herself to move. Fear tightened her chest until her heart hurt. Then he smiled.

It was a slow, sweet, sexy smile. The kind designed to reduce a sensible woman to a puddle. It about did her in. Then he walked over, put his arm around her waist, pulled her to him and kissed her so thoroughly she practically floated.

“Morning,” he murmured.

“Hi.” Was that low, sexy voice hers?

“Did you sleep well?”

“Not really.” She’d been too busy thinking about what they’d done to want to sleep.

“Me, either. You get inside my head. I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.”

She couldn’t, either.

He stared into her eyes. “I went out and got you scones. I know you like them. I didn’t know what kind, so I got one of each.”

Scones? He’d noticed she had a thing for scones?

“You didn’t have to do that,” she murmured.

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.”

And just like that, the walls that had protected her so well, for so long, tumbled into dust.

REID MET PENNY in her office at The Waterfront. He and Penny had been friends through her first marriage to his brother, during the divorce and the years she and Cal had been apart. They were still friends now that she and Cal had remarried.

“You didn’t bring Allison into work today?” he asked as he took a seat. “I like holding her.”

“Because like every other female on the planet, she adores you.” Penny tossed down her pen. “I don’t get it. She’s only a few months old and the second you hold her, she gets spacey. It must be chemical.”

He grinned. “I’ve got it. Not my fault, but there it is.”

“Oh, please. Did you want to talk about yourself or did you want to visit with me?”

He loved riling Penny. “I get a choice?”

“I’m ignoring you,” she said. “Did you know Walker and Elissa are ready to start looking for a wedding venue? I was hoping they’d have it here, but Walker wants a non-Buchanan location. Which makes no sense to me. If it’s not here, I won’t be cooking.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want you to cater his wedding.”

The wrong thing to say, he realized as Penny glared at him.

“Why not? Are you saying my food isn’t fabulous enough? Is there even one chef in the entire state who is better than me?”

Reid held up both hands. “Truce,” he said. “Deep breath. This isn’t about your cooking. Did it occur to you that your brother-in-law might want to have the wedding somewhere else so that you could come and enjoy yourself as a member of the family rather than have to sweat cooking for a couple of hundred people?”

“No,” she admitted. “But my food would be way better.”