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The late-afternoon sun backlit his hunky, decidedly masculine frame, casting his face and those thickly lashed eyes in shadow. Her gaze drifted to his hands again as she remembered how they’d felt, keeping her steady in those first moments after the crash. He looked like the perfect guy. All gorgeous, courteous, manly-man rescuer of damsels in distress.She felt a hot rush of attraction zip right through her recently traumatized system. And by trauma, she didn’t mean the car crash. She blamed it on that, though, all the same. All that adrenaline and pain, making her a little light-headed. Had to be it. Otherwise, she was quite certain she’d have looked at him and felt nothing. Because not only had she sworn off men in general, she’d sworn off men who made her girl parts tingle very specifically.One thing was certain. Looks were deceiving. Because there were no perfect men. “Just perfect idiots,” she muttered, lifting her hand from the wheel, as if taking an oath. “Yes, your honor, gu
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So, there was going to be a June wedding after all. Only it wouldn’t be Hannah McCrae in a gorgeous white dress, walking down the aisle.No, she’d be swathed in wildflower blue. Or spring leaf green. Or dandelion yellow. Or some other color found only in nature and bridesmaid’s dresses.Hannah didn’t slow down as she passed the cheery, hand-painted sign welcoming her to Blueberry Cove, Maine. Chartered in 1715. Population 303. “Make that three hundred and four,” she murmured, still undecided on when she was going to share that little tidbit with the rest of her family.She should be happy for her big brother and his impending nuptials. And she was happy. Truly. Logan deserved all the love and fulfillment in the world and she was thrilled he’d finally found them. Alex MacFarland had gotten herself a good guy. Probably the last remaining good guy on the planet.Not that Hannah was biased or anything. Or cynical, for that matter. Okay, so maybe she was a little cynical. All right, more t
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“Well, the sign is DOA,” he continued calmly, in that spine-tingling voice of his, as if she hadn’t just summarily dismissed him. “And given the steam rising from under the hood, your car might need more than a little CPR, too.” She heard him pushing at the air bag and she felt him angle in for a closer look. “Looks like you took a bit of a hit from the air bag canister when it popped. And, uh . . .”At the odd edge in his voice, she cracked open one eye and caught sight of a head of tawny, sun-streaked brown hair. She couldn’t see his face, because he was staring at her . . . boobs? Really? She’d have snorted in disgust if she hadn’t been pretty sure doing so would make her face fall off. “Someone from town will tow me,” she said, barely restraining the urge to pull his head back. By the hair. Now get your stupid man face out of my boobs. She sighed. Six years of college, summers spent clerking for a federal court judge, a law degree, and a fast-tracked position in one of Capitol Hil
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A woman of shorter-than-average height with a compact, curvy frame popped out of the car. She had a wild mass of dark curls sprouting every which direction and was wearing a—what the hell was she wearing? It was a full-length formal dress, rose colored and shiny, really shiny, as if it was made out of satin. On crack. There was some sort of off-the-shoulder thing going on and a hideous, mutant flower made of the same unnatural material, only a few shades darker, attached to the other shoulder. The whole of it looked like a prom dress gone horribly wrong. Except she was a good half dozen years or more past prom age. Carrie: The Reunion, he thought, somewhat morbidly fascinated.She gathered up the skirt, which was voluminous, revealing what looked a lot like brightly flowered . . . were those rubber garden boots? Oh, why the hell not? Then left her car door hanging open into the roadway as she rushed toward the banged-up sports car.“Hannah!” she cried as she ran toward the driver’s-si
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Calder wisely kept his opinion to himself. “Just being protective of her family. Nothing wrong in that. Why don’t we get you over to the paramedic or the ER if you’d rather go there, and we’ll let your sister handle calling in for the tow.”Hannah surprised him by merely nodding. “Thank you. I appreciate that. I’ll need to call Beanie, too.”“Who’s Beanie?” It surprised him that he actually wanted to know.“The owner of the sign I just took out. Her husband built it and hand-painted it.” She looked over at the pile of shattered planks. “I feel awful about ruining it.”“Sounds like the kind of guy who wouldn’t mind making another one. I’m sure it will be fine.” He motioned toward his truck. “Is there anything you need from your car?” He lifted a hand. “I’ll get it, just tell me.”“He can’t make another one,” she said instead. “He passed away last year. That’s why I feel awful.”Calder stopped and looked at her, and saw she was on the verge of tears. And likely not the sweet trickle of
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“Dear Lord, what have you done to yourself and just days before the wedding. Sit down and let me have a look at you.” Barbara Benson pulled around the chair next to her beat-up metal desk and gestured to it.Hannah knew better than to offer even token resistance, and frankly, she found standing upright highly overrated at the moment, so she sank gratefully onto the thinly padded seat. Sergeant Benson was the closest thing Hannah had ever had to a mom. One she remembered anyway. Though she supposed where Barbara was concerned, “mom” was a relative term. Barbara was in her late sixties and had raised her own brood of children while simultaneously performing her duties as sergeant, receptionist, secretary, dispatcher, Mother Superior, and general savior of everyone’s asses in Blueberry Cove. She’d performed those duties for Hannah’s brother, Logan, as well as the previous three police chiefs. Hannah was pretty sure Sergeant Benson applied the same handbook to child-rearing duties as she
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“Well, if you’d bother to come back home more often than once every few years, or keep in touch more regularly, you’d know when it happened.”There’s the lecture. Hannah knew better than to think she’d escape without one. Oddly, instead of irritating her, it made her feel . . . well, not comforted, but like she was home. Like she mattered. To someone.Barbara leaned back, but stopped short of folding her arms over her buttoned-up, uniformed bosom. Not that it mattered. Her steely gaze did much the same. “Speaking of which, what is Tim the Titan of Finance’s excuse this time? And don’t bother telling me he’s coming because it’s all over your face that he’s leaving you to pull wedding duty alone. At least he didn’t keep you from coming home this time.”“No,” Hannah said quietly, no longer annoyed by Barbara’s nickname for him. He had plenty of far worse ones now. “Tim isn’t here. He’s not coming to the wedding. It’s just me.” The urge to simply unload and tell Barbara exactly how truthf
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“Twenty years.”Hannah’s eyes widened. “Wow. I’m officially old as dirt. I should go see her. I need to anyway. We’re co-maids-of-honor. Maybe Alex will let her carry that ball—or bouquet, as it were—given—” She gestured to her face. “Where is she? Did she get a new place? When did this—?”“Delia’s fine, still has her grandmother’s little cottage. Happier than I’ve ever seen her, in fact. You’ll hear all about that soon enough.” Barbara stood, and tugged Hannah to her feet, hugging her before Hannah straightened fully. Barbara was a fierce force to be reckoned with, and it always surprised Hannah because she barely hit five-foot-five, and that was in her uniform-issue heavy-soled shoes.“I’m going to get Deputy Dan to give you a lift,” Barbara said. “Sal said your car—well, that’s for later. I’m sure he’ll be in touch, and between Logan, Alex, and Fi, there will be a car available when you need it.” She picked up her radio and flipped the call button.Hannah put her hand out. “Don’t t
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She boggled at him. “Ten days to let someone with Brooks’s resources cover his ass? And what if I’m right and this was just the first volley?”Logan rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and swore under his breath. “Then we’ll cross that road when we come to it.” He kept talking when she would have jumped right back in. “I’m not canceling my honeymoon. It took too long to figure out the logistics in the first place. I won’t do that to Alex, and if you say anything, she’d be the first one to do it herself to help me.”“No, no, I wouldn’t want you to and I’m not going to say anything, I promise. I just—can’t someone you trust in a nearby precinct step in to handle things? Machias maybe? Or Lubec? It’s a hike, but they have more resources than we do.”“If something happens, then yes, at least temporarily until I can get back.” He looked at her. “If something happens, I will come back immediately, Hannah. But without any proof other than a string of hunches on your part—and mine,” he ad
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“I can’t rule it out, but it doesn’t seem likely. Not based on what I know at the moment, anyway.”“Except you don’t know anything.”They both fell silent for a moment and she ran through the previous night again in her mind, then started to list everyone connected with the docks, with Jonah, with the proposed club . . . but nothing stood out, nothing niggled, nothing seemed off. Except Winstock. Who had a lock-tight alibi.Then Logan suddenly swore under his breath.“What?” Hannah demanded. “What just occurred to you?”“There is one other thing after all,” Logan said quietly.Something in his tone made her feel a thread of alarm. “Just tell me already.”“A possible motive for Calder Blue.”“What reason could he possibly have—”“You know the family feud story, that the children Jed took might have been his, or might have been Jeremiah’s.”“That was over a century ago. What on earth could tie that to—”“If they were Jeremiah’s kids, or even one of them was . . . it’s possible then that
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“Tim and I are no longer together,” she said, just putting it out there, boom, done. He’d hear about it from Alex or their sisters anyway.He glanced at her, then reached over and put his hand on her arm, squeezed gently, before returning it to the steering wheel. “I should have called, or pushed, or gotten Barb to push. I’m—you know I’m not good at this stuff.”“Logan,” Hannah said quietly, abashed now, her irritation fleeing as quickly as he’d stirred it up. “I—I guess I owe you an apology. The whole family. Barb, too. I should have said something. Maybe not when it happened, but at some point since then. I just . . . I had to deal with it on my own. I didn’t say anything at the time, because we broke up over Christmas. I knew it was a special holiday for you and Alex, you’d been together a whole year.” She smiled over at him. “Fiona spilled to me in an e-mail that you were going to pop the question over the holidays.” She punched his shoulder, and he mock winced. “Who knew you were
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“Did someone die?”Hannah turned to find her brother in his big, police-issue SUV, idling at the curb. “No,” Hannah said, sniffling and smiling as she wiped her eyes. “Just . . . sister stuff.” She reached down for Alex’s hand, and squeezed it, felt better when Alex held on just as tightly.“I’m getting calls,” he said, mildly. “If you guys are going to keep this up, could you at least do it somewhere less . . . public?”Hannah looked back at the other three, then glanced past them to the gold letters painted on the shop window. They were all still standing outside Linda’s Nail Emporium on High Street. “Oh,” she said, looking back at Logan. “Right.” She gave Alex’s hand a final squeeze, then let go and walked over to the curb.“Actually,” Kerry called out, “we were just talking about The Lumber Yard. You know, that male strip club in Augusta.”Logan’s eyebrows did a slow climb as he looked from Kerry to his lovely bride-to-be.To Kerry’s delight and Hannah’s surprise, Alex simply smil
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“No strippers?” Kerry shook her head at the other three women. “If Delia were here, she’d side with me.”“She finally got the inspector out at her new place—no way was she missing that for a mani-pedi. And it would still be two against three,” Fiona said, beaming smugly.“My disappointment, it is deep,” Kerry replied gravely. “It’s like you all have lost your will to live.”“Maybe we’ve just lost our will to drive several hours to see men disrobe in front of a room full of women,” Fi shot back, smiling even more sweetly.“You all can go if you want to,” Alex said hastily. “I just—” She shrugged. “I’m good with the hot, naked guy I already have.”“Nobody likes a spoiled winner,” Kerry said, but she was giving Alex a high-five as she did so.Fiona groaned and clapped her hands over her eyes. “Bad images, bad images. I’m happy for you, but seriously, consider the audience.”Kerry rolled her eyes and slung an arm around Fi’s shoulders and pulled her in for a side hug. “That reaction is pr
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“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”For his part, Calder just leaned back and propped his booted foot on his knee again. He didn’t need Hannah’s help, but the entertainment value alone made it well worth any potential future complications. Professional or personal. He liked seeing Hannah in litigator mode. Anyone who thought her cold must not have been paying attention. She was fiery, passionate, anything but icy. He felt other parts respond to that train of thought and deliberately looked back at Logan. Yeah, that took care of that. For now.Calder spoke. “I’ve already explained to your brother, the chief here, that I was looking out over the docks and the harbor after my meeting was canceled, trying to figure out what Brooks Winstock’s bigger plan might be, when I ran into you lecturing some poor jerk in D.C. who was trying to hire you—”“That’s not pertinent to this investigation,” she inserted calmly enough, but he’d been watching her and hadn’t missed the brief flash of su
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“Hannah,” Calder said, as Logan also stood, but she merely nodded at him before turning back to her brother. It was only then that he noted she was carrying her leather day planner, and—a briefcase? Who brought a briefcase with them while on vacation for a family wedding?Hannah McCrae did. He found himself fighting a smile as he pulled out the chair next to his. “I won’t need that,” she said to him, “but thank you.” She looked at Logan. “Calder didn’t torch Jonah’s boathouse,” she told him. “And you’re wasting valuable time you could be spending on finding out who actually did.”“Excuse me, Counselor,” Logan interrupted, appearing surprised, but otherwise not at all perturbed by her sudden intrusion. “I’m not done questioning Mr. Blue. I’ll be happy to talk to you separately. In fact, you’re next on my list.”“There’s a list?” she asked. “Good. That’s very good. But I’m not leaving.” Calder shifted behind the chair, and pushed it in for her as she apparently changed her mind and took
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Logan nodded, but didn’t say anything.“So, with that theory in mind, I was walking the harbor road, scoping it out from a contractor’s viewpoint, trying to see it as Winstock might envision it. With the shipyard out of his reach, the only real place he could have a presence on the waterfront would be in Blue’s spot. After that, it’s government-owned property with the Coast Guard, and then you’re out of the pocket of the harbor itself into less showy property units.”“What makes you think his vision includes more waterfront property?”Calder shrugged. “That’s all he’s gone after so far. If he wants to make his mark, and especially if he envisions tourists being any part of his scheme, the waterfront is really the only place to do it.”Logan made more notes, but said nothing.“Bottom line, I can’t help but think Winstock is using me, somehow, some way, to get to Jonah. I told Jonah as much the day we met, and that was before my talk with Owen. It’s the only reason I can see for Winstoc
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Calder drew in a slow breath, let it out, and got his thoughts in order. “I was supposed to meet with Brooks Winstock the evening prior. Wednesday. To discuss the details of a job he’s hiring me to do.”“Which is?”Calder sighed. So, it’s going to be like that, is it? McCrae knew damn well what he’d been hired to do, but was going to put him through his paces. Calder decided that was a good thing. Neat and tidy, all the facts lined up, i’s dotted, t’s crossed. “Building the yacht club. He acquired the property last August and originally had wanted the thing done by this July fourth, but the winter came in early, stayed late, and then he apparently had a falling-out with the architect, hired a new one, then the original contractor walked due to the architect switch.” Calder lifted his shoulders. “When he—Winstock—accepted my bid, he seemed pretty worked up about getting this thing under way as quickly as possible. But he ended up postponing our original Wednesday meeting to yesterday,
