There wasn’t enough evidence to get a criminal conviction. She’d settle for the next best thing.

Elizabeth gathered her purse and coat. “If that’s everything, we’ll be on our way. I don’t like leaving Susie with a sitter, even Miss Saunders.”

Personally, Alicia thought it was a good move to have the elderly woman baby-sit Susie. As a pillar of the community, and the sheriff’s secretary, everyone in town knew and respected Miss Saunders. Jim would have to be completely insane to try and snatch Susie, but Alicia didn’t want to take any chances. For now, Elizabeth had custody of their daughter, and if Alicia had her way, that’s exactly how it was going to stay.

“We’re done. If anything changes, I’ll call.” Alicia ushered Elizabeth and Jonah from her office. Bypassing the cozy seating area, she strode back to the desk and plopped down in her comfortable chair. With that nasty piece of business behind her, she rubbed her eyes and rolled her shoulders, trying to shake off the lethargy that threatened to swamp her. Glancing at her watch, she groaned. There wasn’t enough time for her to get into any work before she had to leave and meet the sheriff.

She hadn’t slept well again last night and had overslept this morning. As a result, she’d missed breakfast. Her stomach chose that moment to growl a reminder. She’d spent hours tossing and turning and remembering every touch, every moan, every moment of her night of sexual pleasure. Her fingers tingled at the memory of his thick muscles, bunching and rippling as he plunged into her over and over, bringing her to release.

She shivered and rubbed her hands over her arms. If she hurried, she could stop at Jessie’s Diner for coffee and some breakfast before she had to meet the sheriff.

Determined to put her mystery lover out of her mind, she grabbed her coat and purse and strode out of her office. “Millie, I’m off to Jessie’s before I meet with Sheriff O’Rourke. You can reach me on my cell phone if you need me.”

Her receptionist just smiled and nodded, not even pausing her typing. “No problem.

You don’t have another client scheduled until after lunch.”

Alicia hurried down the steps and out the door of the building. The cold March air stole her breath at first as she strode down the sidewalk. She buried her hands in her pocket and flipped up her collar, wishing she’d brought a hat. But it wasn’t that far. That was the thing about having an office in the downtown section of Jamesville—everything was close. Jessie’s Diner was only a five-minute walk and the sheriff’s office was practically across the street from there. She not only saved on gas, but she got some exercise too.

In spite of the cold, people were out and about, and several of them said hello as they passed. She’d grown up in Jamesville and knew most folks by name. The place was growing, but it was still a small town at heart.

The bell over the door tinkled merrily as she pushed her way into Jessie’s. It was crowded, but not full. The murmur of voices and the clink of glassware and silverware filled the place. Bypassing the counter and the smattering of tables, Alicia unbuttoned her wool coat, making her way toward a booth in the corner. The smell of coffee tickled her nose and made her stomach growl. She tossed her coat onto the booth seat and slid in beside it.

Shannon O’Rourke bustled up to the table with a pot of coffee in hand, her order pad sticking out the pocket of her apron emblazoned with the restaurant’s logo. “Coffee?”

She didn’t wait, but picked up one of the clean mugs on the table and started to pour.

“Bless you,” Alicia replied as she plucked out the laminated menu from behind the metal napkin dispenser. Not that she needed a menu. She’d eaten at Jessie’s for so many years she knew the menu by heart.

Shannon laughed. “That kind of a morning, is it?”

“It certainly feels like a Monday.” Alicia had a headache brewing and was feeling totally out of sorts, and she knew it all had to do with the man she’d met the other night.

That just wasn’t acceptable. She’d never allowed anything or anyone to interfere with her plans or her work and she wasn’t about to start now.

“I hear you.” Shannon pulled out her order pad. “The pancakes are especially good this morning. Aunt Jessie was in the mood for blueberry pancakes, so that’s the special with a side of bacon.”

“Sold.” Alicia ignored the sensible voice in her head that warned her she’d have to add an extra fifteen minutes to her workout tonight to pay for the calorie-laden breakfast.

But she didn’t care. Pancakes were exactly what she wanted. “With maple syrup.”

Shannon laughed. “Of course.”

The bell over the door tinkled again and Shannon glanced toward it. Her entire face lit up. Alicia looked over, not surprised to see Shannon’s husband Patrick walking through the door. But it was the man behind Patrick who made her heart skip a beat. It couldn’t be. She blinked, but he was still there. Her mystery lover.

Her palms began to sweat as he headed in her direction, the sheriff leading the way.

Her heart was pounding. She realized he was staring intently at her, but she couldn’t tell from his expression what he was thinking. Alicia picked up her mug and took a fortifying sip. The coffee was hot and stung her mouth.

“Hey, honey.” Shannon leaned up and kissed her husband. “Hey, Gill.”

The name filled Alicia’s brain. Gill. His name was Gill. She realized she was sitting there like an idiot while the sheriff said her name again. “I’m sorry.” She offered a small smile. “I was lost in my thoughts. It’s been that kind of a morning.”

Patrick smiled. “No problem.” He turned to the man beside him. “This is Gill Baron, a friend of ours. Gill, this is Alicia Flint, one of the town’s best lawyers.”

Gill stared down at her, his expression inscrutable. “We met at the wedding, although I didn’t catch your name there.”

She liked the sound of his name. It was strong and solid. Just like the man. Alicia swallowed hard, wishing she’d foregone her impulse for breakfast. She was just grateful her hand wasn’t shaking as she held it out to him. “I remember.” His eyes narrowed and she could see the barely banked heat simmering there. Oh lord, did she remember.

His fingers closed around hers and squeezed gently. The heat from his hand seemed to slide up her arm and down through her body, pooling in her breasts and between her thighs.

Patrick cleared his voice. “I know we’re supposed to have a meeting in a bit, but is it something we could take care of now? I’m double-booked this morning and am supposed to be meeting the mayor and city council at the same time.”

Somehow Alicia found her voice. “That’s not a problem, Sheriff. Please, join me for breakfast. Both of you.” She didn’t know why she’d extended the invitation to include Gill, but it was too late to withdraw it now.

He slid into the booth across from her and Alicia enjoyed herself just watching him as Shannon poured more coffee and took both men’s orders for breakfast. Gill was just as compelling as she remembered. His broad shoulders filled out the leather jacket he was wearing over a crisp white shirt. There was a faint five-o’clock shadow on his jaw, indicating that he hadn’t bothered to shave this morning. It made him appear even more ruggedly handsome.

He cocked an eyebrow and she could feel her cheeks heating when she realized she was blatantly staring. What was wrong with her? This man made the confident thirty-seven-year old woman disappear. Instead, she felt uncertain and awkward—more like a teenage girl with a crush.

The only thing to do was brazen it out. Raising her own eyebrow in question, she picked up her mug and took a sip, being careful not to burn herself this time. The corners of Gill’s mouth turned up in a smile so devastating, she almost forgot to breathe. She turned to the sheriff, who was patiently waiting.

“I needed to ask you about hiring an investigator to do some work for me.” She lowered her voice so no one around them could hear them. “It’s about the Brown case.”

Domestic violence was never pretty, but it was a hot button with the sheriff because of his wife’s past. Elizabeth Brown might not have filed an official complaint with the sheriff’s office, but Alicia had already filled Patrick in on the details of the case. She believed in being prepared in case any unpleasantness arose down the road.

Patrick’s eyes narrowed as he took a swallow of coffee, cradling his mug in his hands. “Ordinarily, I’d suggest one of my deputies. A lot of them don’t mind extra work.

But we’re low on manpower as it is. A lot of my men are out with the flu. Can it wait a while?”

She frowned and shook her head. “No. This is something that needs to be taken care of quickly. I’d hoped to hire someone local, but I can go outside if I have to.”

Gill cleared his throat. “I can do it.”

“What?” Alicia blurted. Oh this wouldn’t do. How could she work with this man when all she wanted to do was jump his bones?

“That’s a great idea.” Patrick leaned back as Shannon deposited their plates in front of them. “Thanks, honey.” He dropped a quick kiss on her cheek before she headed off to serve other customers.

Alicia’s stomach churned and she knew she’d never be able to eat the pancakes and bacon she’d been so looking forward to. Her stomach was tied up in too many knots due to the man watching her with those incredibly stormy blue eyes. She was also tired and distracted as a result of her sleepless night, which was something else she could blame on Gill Baron.

“Patrick can vouch for me.” Gill picked up his fork and took a bite of his pancakes.