Imminent Affair. Sheri WhiteFeather

      Daniel tried not to smile, to make light of her admission. She seemed to believe that her supposed toughness had drawn him to her. But he doubted that was the case.

      She fumbled to explain. “Even Glynis commented on your attraction to me.”

      He decided not to expound on that attraction, to discuss it beyond a few sentences. “I don’t trust Glynis. It was rude the way she flirted with me in front of you. Those poison remarks were deliberately bitchy, too.”

      “Yes, but they seemed more humorous than threatening. Of course, who knows? I never could figure her out.”

      “And now we’ve got Margaret thrown into the mix.”

      “Yes, ugly old Margaret and her pretty calligraphy. Somehow I can’t see her being the vandal, not unless she did it for Glynis.”

      He stopped at a red light. By now, they were in the middle of some fairly heavy traffic. “I’ll have Rex run a background check on Margaret, and I’ll give Detective Bell the party invitation, so the police can compare her handwriting to the calligraphy on your wall.”

      “Good idea. We’ll wait to see what they say before we decide if we should attend the party.”

      “I hope we don’t have to even consider it. I hope this case is solved before then.”

      “Me, too.”

      But how likely was that? Nothing was ever that easy, at least not for Daniel. Having amnesia was making his life seem like a crap shoot.

      His cell phone rang and he answered it, using the hands-free device he kept in his car. “Hello?”

      “It’s Rex.”

      Before the other man could proceed, Daniel said, “You’ve got great timing. We just left Glynis’s. It’s possible that she’s the vandal. Her or her housekeeper.”

      After they discussed what had happened at Glynis’s and Rex agreed that a background on Margaret seemed essential, the P.I. stated his business, the reason he’d called.

      “I’d like you to meet me at your dad’s house tonight. I already spoke to him, and he revealed something about your past that could be pertinent.”

      “Why can’t you tell me now?”

      “I think it’s something all of us should discuss together.”

      “All of us?” Daniel assumed that meant Allie, too. Rex wasn’t on speaker, so she couldn’t hear everything that was being said, but it was enough to make her curious. He could sense her looking at him.

      “Is that okay?” Rex asked.

      “It’s fine.” His stomach went tight. “Will this discussion involve a girl from my past?”

      “Yes, it will.”

      He focused on the road, the tightness getting tighter. He didn’t dare glance at Allie. “A dead girl?”

      Rex’s voice jumped. “How did you know that?”

      “I just did.” Daniel wasn’t clairvoyant, but apparently his instincts were strong. “I was having sad feelings about her earlier.”

      “Do you remember her?”

      “No. Just the sadness. Is there a connection between her and the vandal?”

      “I can’t say for sure, but there could be.”

      It must be complicated, Daniel thought. If it wasn’t, Rex wouldn’t have requested a face-to-face meeting. “What time do you want us to meet you?”

      “Around seven. Your dad offered to feed us.”

      Daniel frowned. His old man would probably put on a pot of spaghetti and make a batch of cheese-loaded garlic bread. He would probably try to keep things homey. But maybe that would be less stressful for Allie. She liked gathering around a table. She liked the domestic stuff.

      Daniel ended the call, and as soon as he hung up, he waited for her to comment on what she’d heard. She did, after about two beats of heart-thumping silence.

      “Rex wants to talk to us about the dead girl,” she said.

      He nodded. “Strange, isn’t it?” Daniel couldn’t decide if Rex’s timing was coincidence or fate.

      “I hope this isn’t going to get creepy.”

      “Me, too,” he responded, even though they both knew it was too late for that. It had proved creepy from the start, and it seemed to be getting worse.