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contented sigh.
    “I think
you
did good. What time is it?”
    “Almost nine.”
    My eyes widened. I’d been there more than two and a half hours and it’d felt like only half that. “So what happened after I left?”
    Dutch scratched his five-o’clock shadow and yawned. “Gaston wanted to wait until you’d gotten over your initial shock to ask you to come back and give us your impressions, and I told him to go to hell.”
    I eyed him sharply. “You did not!”
    “I did,” Dutch said. “And Brice backed me up on it too.”
    My jaw fell open. “What’d Gaston say?”
    “Well, at first I really thought he was going to write us both up, but when I explained that you’re sensitive both in spirit and in the ability to sense the future, he kind of got it. He felt bad about showing you the video and he sent me home tonight with a personal apology from him.”
    “No way!”
    Dutch grinned. “Way.” Dutch sobered then and reached out for my hand. “I’ve never seen you look like that. You were so pale, you looked like a ghost. I think that video put you into a mild shock.”
    I remembered Candice insisting I have some Coca-Cola and a bite of a protein bar before she let me drive home from the office. I wondered if she’d thought the same thing.
    “I never want to see you look like that again, Edgar.”
    I slid out from under the afghan, careful not to disturb Tuttle, and moved over to cuddle against Dutch on his chair. “I love you so much.”
    He grinned. “Rilly?”
    “Rilly, rilly,” I vowed.
    “Then would you do me a favor?”
    “Anything,” I said, leaning in to kiss him affectionately.
    “Anything?”
    I laughed. “Yes. For getting me out of that case, I owe you, cowboy. Name it and I’ll do it.”
    “Deal with your sister.”
    “Anything but that.”
    “Abs,” Dutch growled.
    “Aw, man! Dutch, come on! You know she’s a nightmare!”
    “Yes, Abigail, I
do
know that. I was reminded of just how much of a nightmare this morning.”
    “But you deal with her so much better than I do.” This wasn’t actually true, but it was all I had and I was going down fighting.
    “Maybe we should just elope,” Dutch suggested.
    I sat up and stared down at him. “That is a
genius
idea! Let’s do it! Let’s just run away and get married on a beach somewhere!”
    Dutch’s deep, rich laugh echoed out into the cool night air. “You know we can’t actually do that, right?”
    “Why not?”
    “Well, for one thing, our friends and family would kill us. For another, your sister would never, and I do mean
never
, let us forget it.”
    “You’re right,” I groaned. The thought of facing my sister and all her decisions sent me into a good pout before I made another confession. “I’ve been ducking Dave too.”
    Dutch smirked. “Yeah. I know. He keeps calling me looking for you.”
    I sighed heavily. “It’s all just a little too much for me right now, Dutch. I mean, the house, the wedding, and this
huge
case Candice and I just landed.”
    “What case?”
    “It’s a missing-person’s case.”
    “Kendra Moreno?”
    “Yes,” I said, surprised he knew.
    “I saw the news clip yesterday before you got all prickly peared on me. Is she still alive?”
    “No.”
    “Damn,” he swore, but he didn’t press me for details, and I was grateful for that. “Still, you can’t keep avoiding Cat and Dave, dollface. Just devote a few days to both of them and it’ll all be behind you.”
    “I don’t have a few days to spare, Dutch.” I was busy with clients, cases, and physical therapy. It wasn’t like I was sitting at home eating bonbons all day. And then I had an idea. “How about we agree that you take Cat and I take Dave?”
    Dutch laughed like he really enjoyed that one. “How about I take something easier like world peace or global warming?”
    “Oh, come on, Dutch! She’s better with you than she is with me!”
    “How do you figure?”
    “You say yes to all her ideas. I sometimes dare to