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He slid his hand into his back pocket and the corner of a business card pricked the tip of his er Phew It was still there All he needed to track her down

And he would What was the point of being rich if you couldn’t find the one woman you needed?

…

Sanibel Island seeround in the lock of her apart to rub so always seemed to happen to distract her

The cold air of Passion Creek, Colorado, didn’t help matters Her hometown had been too cold for months for Piper to want to leave the door wide open just to oil the lock

She nudged the door open with her knee and was hit by a blast of warhter Her sister Sophie had it turned up loud

Piper took a deep breath of foul air, burned popcorn, and soiled cat litter Sophie hadn’t been too hot on the housekeeping while she’d been away “It stinks in here”

“Hi Piper!” The voice from within was cheerful, but Sophie didn’t bother to , “It’s the litter box, hun, massive disease risk The doc says not to touch it on account of being pregnant”

Piper bit back a sarcastic reply and squeezed her eyes shut Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket If the doc could see the sink full of dirty dishes she just glimpsed, he’d probably conclude Sophie’s i “I’ll deal with it in a sec Where is that cat anyway?” On cue, a blur of silver shot out from behind the sofa and threaded its sleek, velvety body around her calves like a furry eel “Still here, huh? Did

Sophie let you out at all?”

“Lazy thing doesn’t want to leave,” Sophie said “I opened the front door a few times, but she ran and hid under the bed Looks like she’s chosen you as her nener, big sis”

“Or you?”

“No, she tries to scratch e beast is all yours”

“You’re not a beast, are you?” Piper bent down and picked the cat up “Maybe one of those phone es is your real oho’s seen the found notices I stuck up all over Passion Creek”