steel. âAs I told one of your deputies, I was at home. You can ask the pizza delivery man.â
âAnyone else see you after he left?â
A flash of hostility clouded her eyes, but she kept her tone even when she said, âWhy? Am I a suspect?â
The number-one suspect, as far as Gavin was concerned. âWhen it comes to a murder case, everyoneâs a suspect.â
âDoes that include Valerie Raines?â
Now where in the hell had that come from? âYou know I canât reveal any details, but is there any reason why she would be?â
âBecause Malcolm told me she threatened him once in the diner.â
âThreatened him?â
âYes, with a fork. I believe he might have asked her out on a date. I told him he should steer clear of her, but for some reason she fascinated him. There is absolutely no accounting for taste.â
âAre you sure he didnât do more than ask her out?â
She shrugged. âIâm not sure, but I doubt whatever he might have done warranted a threat. However, I suspect Ms. Raines has quite a temper. She just manages to hide it well.â
Gavin had seen a hint of that temper, but he honestly didnât believe she would take someoneâs life. âI think you have her pegged wrong.â
She sent him a devious smile. âWhy donât you question her about it? Itâs my understanding sheâs living with you.â
Damn the small-town grapevine. âWell, Gretchen, like you said, you canât always believe everything you hear.â
âHere you go, Sheriff,â Abe said, prompting Gavin to turn.
âOnly a couple of pieces, but you might have Miss Raines come down and put in a forwarding address so nothing gets lost. Or you could do it since itâs your address.â
Damn. âThanks, Abe. Iâm in a hurry right now.â
âI suppose you can believe what you hear,â Gretchen said from behind him.
Talk about bad timing, Gavin thought as he faced her again. âJust helping out a friend, Gretchen. Thatâs all.â
Her eyes went as cold as the ice forming on the window. âOfcourse. Whatever you say. But I wouldnât trust that waitress any farther than I could toss her.â
And Gavin didnât trust Gretchen Halifax any farther than he could hurl his thousand-acre spread. âHave a nice evening, Gretchen. And one more thing.â
She cocked her head and leveled a hard stare on him. âWhat would that be?â
âDonât leave town anytime soon.â
Without waiting for a response, Gavin pushed out the door and back into the frigid conditions. The sound of a revving engine turned his focus to the street and an approaching car. His dadâs car, to be exact. And behind the wheel, a waving waitress who obviously possessed a lead foot. At least sheâd slowed when she passed.
Tonight he would have to give Val a mild scolding for speeding, if only for the sake of her safety. And no doubt about it, he planned to give her a long, long kiss.
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âSomething smells real good.â
Valerie looked up from the stove to discover Gavin hanging his hat and his coat on the hook by the back door. Her heart immediately started the confounded fluttering, as if sheâd consumed several shots of potent espresso or Mannyâs morning coffee.
She gave the pot a stir, then covered it again without turning around. âItâs chicken and dumplings, my grandmotherâs recipe. I went to the store today and picked up a few things after you left.â
âSo thatâs where youâd been when you came flying into town.â
She looked back to catch his grin. âI wasnât flying.â Just speeding a little. After pulling the hot pads from her hands, she faced him. âI wanted to get home to start dinner so you wouldnât have to wait. Plus, the weather was starting to look kind of shaky. I didnât want to get caught out in