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appeared to be working something out in her head. At long last, she said, “I don’t remember.”
    Unsure what to say to that, he continued to sit silently. His mind whirling at the myriad of possibilities concerning her past, he pondered how to get her to confide in him. Animals are so much easier than people to figure out! Deciding to plunge ahead, he asked, “How did you get here?”
    A slight giggle erupted and she said, “I walked, of course!”
    Chuckling, he noted the deep chocolate eyes, normally full of doubt, now full of mirth. Once more struck with her beauty, he hesitated, not wanting to scare her away. “No, I meant how did you get to Charlestown? Are you from here?”
    Her brow crinkled again, as she looked down. “No…I came from somewhere else.”
    No further response was given, so they sat in silence for a few more minutes. Finally, Blaise placed his hand on her arm, saying, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I…well, I just wanted to know more about you.”
    “Why?” she asked, this time, no suspicion in her expression.
    Shrugging, he admitted, “I’m not really sure. I guess because at first I noticed you seemed to need some help. And now…I’d like to know you better.”
    She turned toward the park, her face now wistful, and said softly, “There’s not much to tell.”
    Deciding he had pushed his luck for the day, he asked, “Can we meet tomorrow?”
    Smiling shyly, she turned back to face him. “Are you going to keep buying me lunch?”
    “If you’ll let me.”
    Standing, she took Gypsy’s leash and nodded. “Okay, then. Tomorrow.” With that, she walked away, leaving Blaise once more watching her disappear.
    *
    “What’s the latest on the new assignment, Boss?” Marc asked, the Saints sitting around the conference table discussing upcoming cases.
    Jack handed him a file. There’s a conference in Alaska and we’ve been tasked to provide security and flight arrangements for one of the participants.
    Marc nodded and began perusing the file. Blaise walked in, apologizing. “Sorry, I’m late.”
    Luke looked up, saying, “You still meeting the mystery woman?” This comment drew the attention of the other men.
    Sliding into his seat, Blaise nodded. “Yeah. Today made the fourth day she has met me at the park and I buy lunch for her and her dog.”
    “What has she told you about herself?” Cam asked.
    “Not much,” Blaise admitted, “but each day she seems more comfortable.” Looking at Luke, he added, “I don’t get the feeling that she’s scared of men, which makes me think she’s not running from an abusive relationship. She’s not giving her name, and seems very reticent to give me any information.”
    “I’ve gone through the missing person reports from Charlestown and Richland. I’ve also now been looking at the ones from around the state. I’ll branch out if you want.”
    Cam cleared his throat and spoke hesitantly, “You don’t think she might be running from the law?”
    Blaise shook his head slowly, responding, “I know I need to look at all possibilities, but I don’t get that vibe. She’s not hiding. She’s out in the open.” Looking back up, he affirmed, “No, no way.”
    “Good enough, man,” Cam replied, a smile replacing his concern. “I gotta tell you that Miriam was asking about her last night. Wondering if you had found out more. She was worried that you said the woman had a scar on her forehead that might not have been taken care of.”
    “Do you think Miriam would take a look at her if I could get her to agree?” Blaise asked.
    “Hell, yeah.”
    “Okay, tomorrow, I’ll see if I can step things up more.”
    Jack brought the meeting back to the other missions at hand, but Blaise found his thoughts wandering back to the beautiful, lost, and very alone woman…and her protective dog. Seeing her each day had quickly become the highlight of his week—a thought he refused to spend any time analyzing. He looked up and caught