Blackmoore Sisters 01-Dead Wrong by Leighann Dobbs Page A

crime. So it would be great if you and Jake weren’t at each other’s throats.” Morgan’s blue eyes studied Fiona over the rim of her tea cup.
    Fiona felt her heart clench. Morgan was right. She had to trust Jake to help them. It might be Morgan’s only chance. “I know, I just don’t understand why you trust him so much.”
    “Why don’t you trust him?”
    “I don’t know. Why would he help us?   We’re strangers to him.”
    “Maybe he just wants to do the right thing. He said he doesn’t trust Overton and doesn’t think the investigation is being run properly.”
    “Or maybe Overton has him helping us as a plant. To find out what we know or get some evidence to incriminate you.”  
    Morgan bit her lower lip. “I don’t think so, I have a gut feeling about Jake Cooper and my gut feelings are usually right.”  
    Morgan stared at Fiona so long that Fiona started to squirm. “What?”
    “I was wondering if maybe your resistance to Jake is something else. How long has it been since you broke up with Kevin?”
    Fiona felt her heart jerk at the mention of her ex-fiance. She’d been engaged to Kevin O’Laughlin for four years … until she found him cheating on her two years ago. It had been heart breaking and she’d vowed never to let anyone hurt her like that again.
    “What’s that got to do with anything?” She crossed her arms across her chest.
    “Maybe nothing. But I’ve seen the way Jake looks at you and I was wondering if maybe the resistance you feel is actually an attraction.”
    “What?” Fiona felt her face grow warm. Could Morgan be right? Her sister had an uncanny way of digging to the root of people’s feelings.  
    Morgan just shrugged and starting grinding some herbs with her pestle.
    Fiona felt flustered. She went over to her workbench and fiddled with her jewelers tools. “It’s not.”
    “Huh?” Morgan looked up at her.
    “An attraction. I mean, I barely know the guy,” Fiona answered.
    “Of course,” Morgan said. “Just as long as you guys get along I don’t really care what it is. I saw Overton at the cafe and he made some remark about how I should still be in jail. I really hope Jake can help us find something to put us on the track of the real killer and get Overton off my back.”
    Fiona stared down at the necklace she was working on without really seeing it. Her mind was too busy thinking about Overton and why he was so hot to frame Morgan. Maybe if they could figure that out, it would lead them in the direction of the real killer.
    She raked her fingers through her red curls and made a vow to give Jake Cooper a chance—for Morgan’s sake and nothing else.  
    What Morgan had said earlier about her resistance really being attraction was ridiculous. And even if it was true, she had no intention of following through with it … no matter how deep his gray eyes were or how good he smelled.

Chapter Eighteen

    The next morning started out unusually hot for mid spring. Fiona dressed in khaki Capri’s, a black tank top and black and white polka-dot Keds for their trip to the woods. Pulling her red curls into a pony tail that sat high on her head and hung halfway down her back, she trotted down to the kitchen to meet Morgan.
    Her older sister was already in the kitchen, holding a tea bag in her hand as she watched the microwave heat a cup of water. Her jet black hair hung from a similar pony tail. She had on a similar pair of Keds in navy blue to top off her outfit of denim capris and white tank top.
    Fiona looked down at her outfit, then at Morgan. “I guess this is standard crime scene visiting garb.”  
    Morgan laughed. “I guess so. It seems like it’s going to be hot today so I didn’t want to get overheated.”
    Fiona nodded. “Are you ready?”
    “Yep. Let’s take my car.” Morgan grabbed her cup.
    “Okay, but I need to stop at the cafe and get a latte.”
    Five minutes later, Morgan pulled her Toyota up to the pre-arraigned meeting spot at the end