eyes darkened dangerously. âThen it must have been about me.â
âIt was about Sara,â she lied. She was relieved when he climbed into the truck without challenging her.
On the way to the library, she berated herself for being susceptible to his masculine allure and the memories of their shared past. It was the sleeplessness, she decided, that made her restless and irritable and shattered her self-control.
Kyle went into the old brick building with her and inspected the place thoroughly before he left. She showed him the office where she would be working and gave her word that she wouldnât leave the building until he came for her.
Once absorbed in the inventory check, she set other problems aside. The hours flew past. The next thing she knew, he was back, standing in the doorway and watching her when she glanced up.
âItâs time to pick up Sara,â he said. âI would go by myself, but she doesnât trust me yet. I donât want to be alone with her until she does.â
Danielle nodded and closed the computer files. She gathered her papers into their folder and tucked them into her briefcase. âReady,â she announced.
âI got the mattress and springs and took them to the house,â he said.
âFine.â
He picked up her jacket and held it while she slipped it on. His fingers brushed her neck, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. She worried about that fact all the way to the school.
Rafe was waiting for them inside the schoolroom. âWe had a report of two men spotted out on the county road near where Sara was held. The rancher said one guy was a stranger, but he thought the other was Willie Sparksââ
âWhoâs he?â Kyle broke in.
âA local boy, into misdemeanors as a kid, and some petty feloniesâbreaking and entering, shopliftingâlater on.â
âDo you think he was one of the kidnappers?â
Rafe shrugged. âI donât know.â He glanced at Sara, who was helping Lynn put up the posters for class the next day. âI was wondering if we could show Sara a picture of Willie and see if she could identify him.â
He and Kyle looked at Danielle.
âI would prefer to check with the doctor first and see what she thinks. Itâs only been a little over three weeks since Sara got away. She still doesnât speak.â
Kyleâs gaze locked with hers. âSara wonât be safe until we have those two guys behind bars.â
âI know, butâ¦â
âIf we showed her several pictures and let her point to anyone she thought was familiar?â Rafe suggested. âWe wouldnât press her about it.â
Danielle could sense the menâs desire to get on with the investigation. She resented the pressure they silently exerted. She pressed her fingertips to one temple where the beginnings of a headache pinged in her skull.
âDani,â Kyle said.
She jerked at the nickname. Heat flooded her body and rose to her face. The name had once been an endearment, spoken during the moments of bliss when his hands and mouth had roamed over her as they made mad, exquisite love and later, when they lay drowsy and content in each otherâs arms. Go away, she ordered the troubling memories.
âIâ¦all right. But I want to be with her.â
âOf course,â Kyle agreed smoothly. âWhen can you arrange it?â he asked Rafe.
âSaturday?â
Again both men looked at her. Danielle nodded. âAt the house. It will be best if Sara is in her own home. Sheâll be more comfortable than at the police station.â
âGreat. Iâll come out around ten, if thatâs okay.â
She agreed, then went to claim Sara. Rafe was gone when Lynn locked up and the four of them walked to the parking lot. After saying goodbye to the teacher, Kyle drove them to the main square in town and parked in front of the Hip Hop Café.
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Pellegrino Artusi, Murtha Baca, Luigi Ballerini