pregnant
Thai woman?”
Keely bit her lip and thought. “Most of the women he helps are born in the US. A few
have been from other countries, originally. Mexico, China, Thailand. Always US citizens,
but Dad doesn’t care about their background. He helps everyone equally.”
Logan frowned and flipped to a new page.
A smile tugged at her lips. He probably had no idea his furrowed brow and the small
crease in his forehead made him look so serious. And sexy. His passion for solving
crime was written all over his face. What would it feel like to have that sort of
passion directed at her?
“How about disgruntled adoptive parents? Anyone mad about the child they were matched
with and blame him? Any moms give up their baby and regret it enough to hurt Ben?”
He flipped a pen against his notepad.
“Well, he’s not involved in the actual adoptions. He just hooks up the moms with good
lawyers, and helps defray any costs. He helps potential adoptive parents, too. Connects
them with appropriate agencies and helps with the cost of adopting if a couple can’t
afford it.”
She straightened and drew in a breath. Sitting so near him after all these years of
trying to forget him was taxing her system. It didn’t help that she’d dreamed of him
last night for the first time in years.
He leaned back and took a gulp of coffee, staring at her over the rim of the mug.
His intense gaze bored into her, daring her to look away. She didn’t.
“We need Amy to ask the parents when they last saw Su Lin. I’ll contact the police
in Los Angeles, too, but talking to the parents could yield more answers.” He continued
to study the list.
Nodding, she relaxed against the chair back. “After you solve this case, you’ll leave
for Texas?”
“That’s the plan.”
Her throat constricted at the finality of his words. The more time she spent around
Logan, the more she remembered how good they used to be together. Problem was, they’d
both changed. They weren’t those two young kids any longer. They were something more.
Adults with desires—and as much as she wanted to battle it, she wanted him.
After the waitress delivered their meal, he pushed his paperwork aside. “Enough work.
Let’s eat.”
As a kid, Keely’s heroin-addicted biological mother hardly ever remembered to feed
her. After she had been adopted by Lillian and Ben, she loved sharing meals together.
Mealtimes with her mom and dad were among her favorite memories. Her dad’s words edged
to the front of her mind. What had he wanted to tell her about Logan? She squinted
at him, trying to figure out what her dad might say and why he felt it was so important
for her to know.
Maybe her dad could tell she still had feelings for Logan and wanted to warn her that
he had a girlfriend? The thought made her suddenly sick to her stomach. She pushed
the omelet away.
“What? Keely Allen leaving food on her plate?” Logan cocked his head and forked a
piece of her omelet for himself as though they were a couple. Suddenly he frowned
and took a long drag of coffee.
She snickered. “Did you forget you hate vegetables?”
He shuddered. “I was blinded by the cheese. So you still don’t eat meat?”
“Don’t like it.” She shrugged.
He leaned forward on his elbows, gazing across the suddenly too narrow table. His
brown eyes became browner as the light reflected off the dark crimson tabletop. “Keely,
I—”
“More coffee, hon?” the waitress asked, already tipping the pot with one hand and
pulling some creamers out of her apron with the other. Keely shifted in her seat and
her knees touched Logan’s. Her leg felt like a red hot poker. She moved again, away from his legs.
Logan nodded at the server. “Thanks.”
Keely had no idea what he’d been about to say, but the way he’d leaned forward, focused
on her…she had a feeling they weren’t talking about her vegetarian diet any longer.
Her cell