On Borrowed Time by Jenn McKinlay Page A

asked.
    â€œNothing,” Sully said. “If what this woman says is true and her husband killed the man in the library, then we want to make sure we stay off of his radar, especially you, Lindsey. If this jealous husband figures out that Jack is your brother, you could be his next target.”
    Lindsey nodded. She couldn’t help but glance at the windows, wondering if someone was watching them even now.
    Sully walked them back to the café, where they loaded up their bikes into the back of his truck and he drove them home. He dropped off Beth first, helping her unload her bike and waiting until she was safely inside before leaving.
    Lindsey noted the cat tree in her large bay window was fully loaded with her three felines, Skippyjon Jones, Slinky Malinky and Pete the Cat, all named for Beth’s favorite picture book cats. After Pete arrived a few months ago, Beth had made Lindsey promise not to let her acquire any more cats for fear that she would become a spinster cat lady, but as Lindsey pointed out, there were plenty of men who adored cats and she would be just fine. But after watching Beth practically swoon at Jack’s feet, Lindsey was rethinking. The girl needed to get a boyfriend stat.
    â€œWe need to hook Beth up with a date,” she said when Sully got back into the cab of the truck.
    He gave her a sidelong glance. “I might know someone,” he said.
    â€œReally?” she asked. “Who?”
    â€œHe’s a charming British bloke, new to the area,” he said. “The ladies all love him or so I hear.”
    She smiled. “Don’t tell me, let me guess, Robbie Vine?”
    â€œYou have to admit they’d make a cute couple,” he said. “Of course, it would help if he wasn’t besotted with you.”
    â€œI wouldn’t say he’s besotted,” Lindsey said.
    â€œOh, yeah, he is,” Sully said. He turned onto the road that led to Lindsey’s third-floor apartment. “Otherwise why would he stick around here?”
    â€œBecause it’s his son’s senior year of high school and he’s missed so much of Dylan’s life already,” she said.
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Hmm
,” Sully hummed, which Lindsey figured was his less rude version of
whatever
.
    Sully wheeled her bike into the garage, and Lindsey followed him, closing the side door after him. Together they walked to the house. During the time they’d spent in Sully’s office, their clothes and hair had dried out, but Lindsey doubted she’d ever truly feel warm again.
    It was too bad she and Sully weren’t still dating. He made the best hot chocolate in the world, and on a night like tonight, she could really use a mug or four.
    The front door opened as soon as they stepped onto the porch, and a black ball of fur charged at top speed right for them. Heathcliff, Lindsey’s rescued puppy who was now almost full grown, stood on his hind legs while he wrapped his front paws about her knee. Lindsey knelt down and scratched his head and sides while he wiggled and waggled. No one was ever as delighted to see her as Heathcliff. She felt her heart pinch at the thought that Jack would have loved her furry baby and Heathcliff would have adored Jack.
    â€œHe has been squirrelly all night,” Nancy Peyton said as she followed Heathcliff out the open door. “About two hours ago, he just started barking and pacing and then he calmed down, but then he got so excited about ten minutes ago. I swear he can tell when you’re almost home.”
    â€œThat’s because he’s the best dog ever,” Lindsey said. She straightened up and Heathcliff ran over to Sully to give him the same effusive greeting.
    â€œHow are you, boy?” Sully asked, squatting down and giving him the same rubdown Lindsey had.
    Lindsey had no doubt that Heathcliff was overjoyed to see his buddy.
    â€œSo how did Beth’s steampunk shindig go?” Nancy asked. “I know Charlie