"I thought you'd have fun."

His green eyes were so beautiful, she thought suddenly. She could very happily drown in them.Which only showed she was losing her mind.

"I can't," she said regretfully. "I already have plans."

"Anyone I know?"

It was a casual enough question. She searched for an edge to his voice maybe a hint of jealousy. She didn't find any.

"Nope.Just some stuff I need to do." Actually, she was going to visit Dirk and hear all about his trip, but Mark didn't need to know that.At least not yet. At some point in time she was going to have to tell him the truth. Tell him and watch him walk out the door.

"Maybe next time," he said, putting several bills on the table.

"I'd like that."

As he left, she wondered how much longer they would have as friends or whatever it was that explained their relationship.And how much she would miss him when he was gone.

Mark drove slowly through town searching for a beat-up dark green import. There wasn't a single one in sight. Whatever Darcy's plans had been for the day, they'd taken her out oftown.

He circled through the main section ofWhitehorn again, but couldn't spot anyone who looked the least bit like his blond neighbor.

He turned around and headed for home. As he drove, he told himself it didn't matter that she'd had other plans for the day. He hadn't really wanted to see her. Or had he? What exactly had happened between them the previous Sunday when he'd found out about Sylvia's suicide?

It hadn't just been s.e.x. He wanted the intimacy between them to have had no meaning, but he didn't believe that was true. Something about Darcy healed his soul the same way the doctors had healed his body. He found himself thinking about her at odd times during the day and wanting to be with her again. In his bed, her bed, the shower, he didn't much care as long as they were both naked.

Worse, he felt badly for hurting her. He should never have involved her in the horror of his past. Darcy deserved better than that.

Was he entering into dangerous territory? He knew better than to care about anyone. More important, he knew better than to trust again. Darcy had her secrets. Her absence today proved that. Telling himself her life wasn't any of his business didn't change the fact that he still wanted to know where the h.e.l.l she'd gone.

Chapter Eight.

Sunday afternoon Mark settled in front of his desk, determined to catch up on paperwork. He wasn't going to think about anything but the cases he'd cleared and what he was going to do to finish up the forms requiredto send everything to wherever it belonged. He wasn't going to spend a single second thinking about Darcy.

So what if she hadn't showed up for his weekly basketball game? He hadn't invited her. They didn't have an understanding. They weren't even dating. They were friends friends and sometime lovers. That kind of relationship didn't require an explanation of one's time.Even when she hadn't arrived home until10:05the previous evening.

He opened the top file on his desk and reached for his computer keyboard. As he entered the necessary information, Darcy slowly faded from his mind until he was able to fully concentrate on his work. Two hours later, he'd cleared three cases and was working on a fourth when he heard footsteps in the empty office. He looked up and saw Sheriff Rafe Rawlings walking toward him. They were about the same age. Tall with dark hair, Rafe was well respected in town. Mark leaned back in his chair. "What are you doing here? Someone try to rob a bank on a Sunday?"

Rafe grinned. "Not on my watch. They wouldn't dare." He pulled up a chair and settled into it. "I tried you at home a couple of times this morning. When you didn't pick up, I figured you might be here."

Mark noticed his boss's worried expression. "Want to talk about it?"

Rafe shrugged. "I got a tip the other day. It was so crazy that I couldn't believe it. I did a little checking on my own, but I can't come up with anything. It's probably nothing..."

Rafe's voice trailed off. Mark stiffened. He had a bad feeling about whatever the sheriff was going to say.

"You ready to hand it over to a professional," he quipped, trying to keep things light.

"That I am." Rafe leaned forward."I re-ceived an anonymous tip that someone is running a money-laundering operation out of the Hip Hop Cafe."

Mark's first reaction was disbelief. This wasWhitehorn . Nothing very interesting happened here. However, that wasn't always true and bad money had a way of turning up in the most una.s.suming places.

"Where did you start?" he asked.

"You're not dismissing the tip."

"Better to investigate and prove it wrong than to do nothing and have it come back to bite us in the b.u.t.t later."

"I agree," Rafe said. "I asked around some, but I didn't find anything."

"You talk to any of the employees?" Mark asked, hating that the first person who came to mind was Darcy. Although she'd done nothing to make him think she was anything but a law-abiding citizen, his experience with Sylvia had forever changed how he looked at any woman he knew.

"I had a few words with Janie Carson Austin. She's lived here all her life and I can vouch for her myself. I didn't tell her much because I realized you should be the one getting into it, not me. As you said, you're the pro."

"That's why you hired me." Mark reached for a pad of paper. "I'll be checking into everyone.Even Janie, which is strange because we went to high school together. Still, people change." Though in Janie's case, he doubted she'd taken up a life of crime.

"Do what you have to. I suggest you clear her first, so you can use her for a point of contact. Are you friendly with any of the staff there?"

"I know a few of them." One in particular, but he didn't say that.

Rafe gave him a few more instructions, then left. Mark stared after his boss, wishing this hadn't come up now.

He knew he could do a good job investigating he was just apprehensive about what he would find out about Darcy. Remindinghimself that she lived modestly and worked long hours didn't make him feel any better. He'd trusted Sylvia and look how that had turned out.

He scribbled some notes to himself,then turned to his computer. Unable to stop himself, he typed in a single name.

Darcy Montague.

Mark waited until Darcy finished her shift on Monday before heading over to the Hip Hop.Which meant he missed his usual breakfast. He'd spent the previous afternoon and most of the night on the computer clearing Janie, which was why he was here. He was hungry, tired and as crabby as a bear in spring.

He walked into the cafe close to three. There were only two customers. The waitress on duty said that Janie was in her office in the back. Mark made his way to the cramped s.p.a.ce and knocked on the open door.

Janie looked up and smiled."Howdy, stranger. I didn't think you were speaking to me these days."

"I'm talking."

"Not to most of us. Since you've been home, you haven't been the least bit neighborly."

He sat down in the only spare chair in her office. "Sorry about that, Janie. I've had a lot on my mind."

Her smile faded. "I guess getting shot would give a man something to think about."

He studied her pretty features. He and Janie were the same age; he'd known her most of his life. In the eighth grade he'd thought she was as pretty as an angel and it had taken him two years to get over his crush on her. All these years later she was happily married and he felt as old as the black hills.

"Something's come up," he said.

She nodded. "The sheriff was in here a couple of days ago asking me a lot of questions. I got the feeling there was a problem. Want to talk to me about it?"

"Actually I want to talk to you about the people who work for you. We've had a tip that someone is laundering money here at the Hip Hop."

Janie's blue eyes widened as her mouth gaped open. "You're not serious."

"I'm afraid I am."

"There's not enough money going through this place. I mean, we do well for a restaurant inWhitehorn , but it's not as if this isChicagoand we're talking about thousands flowing through here every day."

"There are more ways to launder money than through the cash register. Although I wouldn't be surprised if the sheriff brings in someone to go over the books."

Her gaze narrowed."Because you're going to recommend it?"

"It's part of my job."

She threw up her hands. "Mark, I don't know anything about this, but I want to cooperate with you. The sooner you start investigating, the sooner you'll find out that someone was playing a joke on you and Rafe."

"I hope so. I'd like to see a list of employees."

Janie typed on the computer,then hit the print b.u.t.ton. Seconds later a single sheet of paper appeared. He took it and glanced at the names. Darcy's was on it, but then she worked here.

"Thanks. I'm going to be checking into the backgrounds of the employees. Anything you want to tell me now?"

"No. I'm not aware of anyone having a criminal record. At least nothing anyone has told me about. I've known some of these people for years."

"And some are new."

She frowned and took the list from him. "Darcy is our most recent hire. She's been here about six months." She returned her attention to him. "Mark, I refuse to believe she's doing anything illegal. You know her you two are neighbors. The woman works her b.u.t.t off all day here,then heads home to bake for several local businesses."

"I have to check out everyone."

She pressed her lips together. "Don't get all gung ho about this. If you go tearing in like you're trying to beat the clock, you may end up ruining what looks to be a very promising relationship."

He wondered what Darcy had told Janie about them. Were the two women close? "I appreciate the advice."

"Yeah, right.But the truth is you're going to do exactly what you want. Just don't forget, Darcy is a born caretaker with a big heart. She's sweet and kind and if you hurt her, I'll be really p.i.s.sed off."

"Point taken.Tell me about the other employees."

Janie took him down the list, telling him what she knew about each individual. He made notes, wrote down addresses and phone numbers, all the while asking questions.

"Are you going to talk to Melissa?" Janie asked.

Mark nodded. He still had to check out Melissa North, the owner of the Hip Hop Cafe.

"You know she's out of town," Janie said."On a second honeymoon. I'd really hate to interrupt her vacation."

"No point right now. If that changes and I need to talk to her before she's due back, I'll let you know."

"Okay." She tilted her head. "I sure hope I don't get that call."

"I hope I don't have to make it." He rose to his feet. "Janie, I need you to keep quiet about this. Please don't discuss this with anyone."

"I figured that one out on my own. You'll keep me informed, won't you?"

"As much as I can without compromising the investigation."

She stood. "I would never want your job. I'd hate knowing the worst about people."

He nodded. Sometimes he didn't like it, either. He headed to his truck. Once he was back at the office, he would investigate each of the employees. And he would take a second run at Darcy. So far he'd turned up exactly nothing. She didn't even have a parking ticket. Was she really that good, or was her history planted?

He tried telling himself she wasn't anything like Sylvia, but how was he ever supposed to let the past go enough to trust anyone again?

Mark headed over to Darcy's place around seven that evening. He'd put it off as long as he could, but eventually he was going to have to speak with her. He might as well get it over with.

She called, "Come in," when he knocked.

He pushed open the front door and stepped into her living room.

"I could be a serial killer," he said as he headed for the kitchen.

She looked up from where she stood at the counter. "I don't have any cereal in the house. I eat oatmeal every day."

He groaned. "Why am I not surprised?"

As he stepped into the kitchen, he found that he very much wanted to move close and kiss her. Not a deep pa.s.sionate kiss, although he wouldn't mind that, but a greeting kind of kiss.One that said "h.e.l.lo" and "how was your day?" He missed her and how he felt when he was around her.

The realization made him swear under his breath. He had to keep his distance from this woman, both physically and emotionally.

Darcy returned her attention to her work. He saw that she'd baked Christmas cookies and was decorating them. As he watched, she piped red frosting onto a Santa cookie, filling in the coat.

"Don't get all huffy about the front door," she said without looking up. "I usually keep it locked, but I knew I'd be in here baking and I hoped you'd stop by. I didn't see you at the Hip Hop this morning."

"I was tied up at work."

"Oh."

She kept the single word response neutral so he couldn't tell what she was thinking.