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and he couldn’t fault her for it if she’d resorted to that.
    â€œNice nose,” he commented. “Mind if I ask what it cost? Mine’s been broken twice and I’d sure like the name of a good doctor, one who wouldn’t do a Michael Jackson on me and make me look like Janet.”
    She laughed, sounding surprised. “You think I’ve had my nose done?”
    Mitch shot her a smile. “Looks great.”
    â€œThank you. I was born with this nose,” she informed him.
    â€œDon’t be insulted,” he said. “I just wondered.”
    â€œAre you able to breathe well?” she asked.
    â€œSure, no problem.” Other than when she looked at him a certain way and stole his breath.
    â€œThen leave your nose alone. It fits your face.” Then she added grudgingly, “Not because you broke it. It’s a nice nose…and face.”
    She liked his face. Mitch mumbled his thanks and focused on his driving, not enjoying the little thrill that ran through him when she gave him that compliment. He had to get over this growing obsession with the woman, his need to know everything there was to know about her. Jeez, what did it matter whether she’d had her nose done? What was it to him? Nothing, that’s what.
    What did that say about him, that he was getting so wrapped up in her this quickly? His objectivity was shot to pieces, had been since the minute she turned those baby blues on him in that bedroom at the crime scene. He needed to get a grip. Problem was, he wanted to get a grip on her.
    That ol’ bugaboo, sexual attraction, of course. It had never hit him quite this square in the gut, however, and he was having trouble straightening up. The blow to the ribs he’d taken in the diner didn’t even compare. He pressed on the injury just to make it hurt, just to feel something that would counteract what she was making him feel.
    Her hand covered his. “Broken?” she asked with a look of tender concern. The touch of her hand on his set his nerve endings jangling.
    â€œNah. Just bruised. You should see the other guy,” he quipped.
    Her breath huffed out and she removed her hand. “I hope I never do! Do you really think they’ll try again? If it is the disk they were after?”
    Mitch shrugged, relieved that they were on less intimate ground. “Could be. You don’t have to worry about that rightnow. No one knows where we’re going except the chief, and we aren’t being followed.”
    She swiveled and glanced out the back window. “You’re certain?”
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    A few moments later she had leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. It was all he could do not to pull the car over just so he could sit there and watch her sleep for a while.
    Mitch sat up straighter behind the wheel and clutched it tighter than necessary, reminding himself that Robin Andrews was still the primary suspect in a murder case. Not only should he avoid getting involved with her on any level other than making sure she didn’t skip town, he should not let her bravery back there at the diner impress him so much.
    So she had a healthy sense of self-preservation. So what?
    He drove on, deliberately listing all the reasons Robin might have had to shoot that man she had married.
    Had Andrews cheated on her? For whatever reason, he’d left her there in New York to fend for herself. And he might have gotten her mixed up in something shady by asking her to bring him that disk. The murderer had been looking for something in that apartment, something not found yet. And those guys who attacked them in Dylan’s were definitely after whatever Robin had. Maybe she knew more about that than she admitted.
    Surely she wasn’t capable of murder. But she sure hadn’t hesitated to plant that fork in the perp’s hand tonight. Maybe she hadn’t hesitated to plant a bullet in James Andrews’s