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Falling for You

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“Everybody just calm down.” Megan took a breath and released it. “I’ve already been to the next level. Nada. I’m not authorized to go any farther, so I’ve Googled it. Wanna see?”

Barry rolled his chair right next to hers. He still wore the same light cottony sea-breezy scent and whether it was from the soap he used or a fragrance he applied, Megan knew it was chosen to be on the pleasant side of neutral.

Or maybe it was just fabric softener.

“Scroll.”

Megan scrolled. Barry whistled and pointed. “Click that one.”

Megan clicked. A garishly dark-colored over-the-top warning page appeared on her monitor.

“Click past that.”

“Now wait a minute—it says my computer will be traced and the police will flag it.”

“You are the police.”

“All the more reason—”

“Come on, Megan.” He barely whispered it.

His breath teased the hairs on her neck. She shivered and clicked, then leaned back and let Barry take control of the computer mouse. “That’s one of those conspiracy theory Web sites.”

“Hmm.” He was clicking faster than Megan could read.

“You know, Sterling isn’t that unusual a name. You probably have the wrong one.”

“Maybe.” Barry sat back and checked his watch. “Well, this is all very fascinating, but I want to check out Sterling International in person and see if I can find the groom. Since we don’t have a street address, I’m going to go to the post office where this box is located and check out the area.”

Megan closed her eyes. She should just wave him away. But she didn’t. “Hang on and let me try something.”

She could feel Gina staring at her, but didn’t glance up.

And then she could feel Barry looking at her. Not watching her screen, but looking at her. She didn’t glance up for him, either.

Megan had to search several commercial property lists before she found what she was looking for, but she finally did get an address for Sterling International.

She wrote it down on one of the True Blue for You notepads she gave out when she spoke at schools. “Try this. It’s from census archives. It might not be any good, but at least it’s something.”

“Thanks, sweet cheeks.” And he kissed her. Right on the cheek.

Megan stopped breathing so she could fully experience the brief encounter with Barry’s lips. There wasn’t a lot to experience.

Barry, already on his feet, bestowed her one-dimpled smile on her and Megan braced herself.

So did Barry. With an amused shake of his head, he stood, waiting for a response.

Megan reluctantly waggled her fingers at him and he responded with a two-fingered salute before striding through the squad room.

It was probably going to be their new routine. Megan sighed and noticed Gina watching her.

“Oh, be quiet,” she muttered.

“Did I say anything?” Eyebrows raised, Gina continued typing.

Megan stared at the index cards in her open drawer and sighed. She was hopeless. Utterly hopeless. Rather than banging her head on her desk, Megan withdrew a blank card and wrote, “Give in.” If nothing else worked, she might as well keep her options open.

3

STERLING INTERNATIONAL was located in an office building that required Barry to hand over ID to a security guard who photographed it before Barry was allowed to enter the elevator.

The dark oak door with the heavy brass lettering—very expensive-looking—was locked. Sure it was a Friday afternoon, but it was still business hours. Someone should be manning the phones, unless the sole proprietor was out driving a white van somewhere. Barry knocked, not really expecting a response, and he didn’t get one.

He looked up and down the hall at the entrances to the other three businesses. Their doors had glass in them. The one on the opposite side of the hall was all glass and surrounded by glass walls. Glass was very friendly. The receptionist looked equally friendly. Barry entered the reception area and smiled a full-out aren’t-you-a-sexy-little-number smile. He was careful dispensing that kind of smile, what with all the prickly women taking offense at everything these days, but she melted like butter on hot biscuits. Truly gratifying. After Megan, Barry’s self-confidence needed bolstering.

Megan hating the wink had seriously jarred his inner Zen. He’d carefully remembered to wink after every encounter and had never got a negative vibe until now. He’d misread her at some point and hadn’t realized because he’d never tried to read her again. He’d become complacent and unobservant and too dependent on the underlying zing. Not good.

But now he, thanks to Tiffani-with-an-i, knew that the Sterling International folks kept to themselves—when they were there at all. Nobody knew much about them, and Tiffani, who had a clear view of the hallway, never noticed much traffic going in and out.

Sounded like a company fronting for something else. Barry still could be making a lot out of nothing, but he didn’t think so.

Back in his car, Barry sat in the parking lot and opened his laptop, thinking again that wireless Internet was the greatest invention ever, or at least since the cell phone. A little poking around in Derek Stafford’s background revealed nothing. Placeholder stuff. In fact, this background was very similar to the groom’s. It was a government whitewash background.

Cool. This was a heck of a lot more interesting than getting the flower girl’s name spelled correctly. Anyway, all the little girls had bizarre names these days. When he had a little girl, he was naming her Elizabeth. The name was ancient, had a great history and could be twisted into anything the girl wished. Liz, Beth, Betty, Liza, Lizzie, Isabel, Eliza, Betsy, Ellie. Every girl should be named Elizabeth.

Megan was probably a form of Elizabeth, because he was thinking that was a good name, too.

Focus. Barry usually didn’t have to corral his wandering attention. Weddings had corrupted him. Swimming in estrogen soup had affected his brain. That had to be it.

So. He needed more information because all his reporter antennae were on alert. Something was going on. Guys like Gus and Derek didn’t do fancy weddings for marrying purposes. They were low-key guys.

And how about little Sally? Was staid and elegant her style? Not from what Barry knew. So what was up? Was this a faux wedding? Had Sally finally gone over the edge, been caught, and this was a plea bargain? The government wanted to use her society standing and fake a wedding to cover something else?

Barry loved this kind of stuff. He could kiss Sally himself. He got out the guest list again. Glittering. All the jewels of Dallas society—and there was the congressman right in the middle of it all. Yeah, yeah, he was a friend of the bride’s family—and it didn’t hurt that the wedding was in his constituency, either. Galloway would never turn down positive press.

And another clue—where were the friends and family of the groom? And how would a woman like Sally meet Gus, anyway? And why would he be attracted to her? Sure she was a looker, but c’mon. This was Dallas. Lots o’ lookers in Dallas.

Barry shook his head. He really needed to be with the bride and ask questions. The chatter at the spa was probably loaded.

And yet, he had a feeling the story was with the groom, wherever he was. Maybe by now, he was at the country club and if Barry didn’t check out Water Oaks, the trail would grow cold.

It was just after two-thirty and his nail buffing was at three. Golf…spa. Golf…spa…

Megan. Oh, yeah. Megan would help him out. He’d ditch the wink and she wouldn’t be able to resist him. Smiling to himself, he e-mailed her a thank-you for the information. And then he offered her a little treat.

MEGAN STARED AT HER E-MAIL, mouth agape. Barry thanking her was weird enough, but a manicure? How had he come up with that? She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. There had to be a trick here, but she couldn’t figure it out.

“Gina? What kind of man gives a woman a manicure as a thank-you gift?”
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