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the way she drew positive attention to herself instead of
negative. When people were happy, they were usually less critical,
a
truth she d learned from living with the high expectations of her
family.

"At any rate, I have a private investigator looking for Sarah," Matt
continued, turning to face her. "Now that we know she's somewhere in
the city, we should be able to find her. I guess I'll take Emily back
to the apartment and wait." He shook his head with impatience. "I hate
waiting."

"Emily will keep you company."

Matt sent her a doubtful look. "I hope she doesn't start screaming
again. Will you come by when you're done here?"

Caitlyn hesitated. "Uh, I don't know."

"Please. I don't know anything about babies. And I don't want to do
something wrong or hurt her in any way." He paused, looking into her
eyes with a hopeful expression. "I only moved to town a couple of
months ago, so there's no one else to call. I don't really have any
friends.. .."

"Yeah, yeah, you're breaking my heart," she said dryly. "I should tell
you, Matt, that I've been manipulated by the best, so I can pretty much
recognize a sob story when I hear one."

"I would appreciate your help. This isn't an area I know how to
control."

And she had a feeling there wasn't much else in his life he didn't
control down to the last detail. "You're pretty good at getting what
you want, aren't you?"

"That depends on your answer," he said, turning on the killer smile
he'd used on Tiffany earlier.

If Caitlyn had any sense, she'd say no. Just say no, she told herself.
It's an easy word, just spit it out.
But with Emily looking at her with
her big brown eyes and Matt looking at her with his big brown eyes, she
was completely lost.

"I'll come by," she said. "For a few minutes, just to check on you. But
no disappearing on me."

"Deal"

She handed Matt the baby, who didn't seem to mind cuddling up on Mart's
strong shoulder Frnily apparently sensed thai he was one of the good
guys. And something inside of Caitlyn told her the same thing. She put
a hand on his arm, and the heat between them suddenly seemed to sizzle.

He looked into her eyes, and she felt her stomach clench. She'd meant
to offer him a gesture of comfort, but instead the touch had created an
awareness between them, a connection, a sexual attraction. Oh, Lord.
Another
complication! She dropped her hand from his arm. "You better go," she
said abruptly.

He stared into her eyes as if he were seeing her for the first time.
"Yeah," he said somewhat gruffly as
he bent over to put Emily in her
car seat. He awkwardly fiddled with the straps as she began to squirm.
"Shit. Can't she just sit still?"

"You have to show her who's the boss."

He rolled his eyes as he looked up at Caitlyn. "I think we both know
she's the boss."

"Maybe. By the way, I almost ran into Mrs. Pederman on my way out this
morning. I had to hide in the laundry room so she wouldn't see the
baby."

"Mrs. Pederman?"

"The nosy old lady who lives by the elevator and asks who you are every
time you walk in the front door."

"Oh, her."

"She takes a nap between one and three every day, so you should be
okay, but maybe you should leave the car seat in the car and—"

"And do what, smuggle her in under my jacket?"

"I don't know; you're the investigative reporter. Figure something out.
But whatever you do, don't let
her see the baby or we'll both be in
trouble. I do not want to lose my apartment."

He frowned. "This isn't going to work."

"It will if Sarah comes back today."

" If being the operative word.
The women in my family have a history of
disappearing."

"She said she'd be in touch. Have some faith."

"I'm trying, but I don't have a good feeling about this."

Neither did Caitlyn, but she hoped she was wrong, because getting Matt
and Emily out of her life as
soon as possible
suddenly seemed desperately important.
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The Reverend Jonathan Mitchell stared down at the broken glass. The
small window by the back door
of the church had once