Free To Catch a Thief by Sherryl Woods Page B

in his attempts to make her part of Bobby’s scam, she might be in jail instead, but it was seeming more and more likely that she was going to have to leave New York once this mess was straightened out. Customers could be fickle. If Café Tuscany’s reputation was tarnished, they would stay away in droves. Any chance she might have of paying off the old debts would vanish.
    She sighed, then realized that Emma was staring at her with a shocked expression. “What?” she asked.
    “You aren’t seriously considering coming back here to live, are you?” Emma asked. “I thought you had your dream job in your dream city.”
    “I do, but things could change.”
    “Does this have something to do with Rafe?”
    Gina nodded. “Let it alone, though, Emma. You have enough on your plate without me dumping my worries on you.”
    “Hey, we’re friends. Friends can always share their troubles with each other.”
    “Then why don’t you tell me why you’re wound tighter than a string on Pete Sampras’s tennis racket?”
    “Too much work, too little time,” Emma said succinctly.
    “Mommy is never, ever home,” Caitlyn said. “She works really, really hard.”
    Emma winced at the matter-of-fact assessment by her six-year-old. “It’s going to get better, baby. I promise.”
    Gina studied her worriedly. “When? I know you’re thinking about taking on a big case here with Sue Ellen. How much time will you have if you’re commuting between here and Denver?”
    “I’ll manage,” Emma said tightly.
    “And Caitlyn?” Gina persisted gently. “Will she manage, too?”
    “Look, I’m doing the best I can, Gina, okay?” Emma stood up. “I have to get over to the jail. Will you take Caitlyn back to my mom’s?”
    “Of course,” Gina said at once. She winked at the little girl. “But only if she’ll go to the toy store with me first. What do you think, Caitlyn? Want to help me pick out some toys?”
    Caitlyn bounced up and down on the vinyl seat of the booth excitedly. “Who’re you buying toys for, Aunt Gina? Do you have kids at home?”
    “Nope.” She grinned. “I guess if we find something really, really special, I’ll have to give it to you.”
    Caitlyn’s eyes widened. “Really?”
    Emma shook her head, looking amused. “You’re going to spoil her.”
    “That’s what an honorary aunt is supposed to do, right, Caitlyn?”
    “Uh-huh,” the little girl said solemnly.
    “Okay then, have fun, you two.” Emma kissed Caitlyn on the forehead. “See you later, sweet pea.”
    “Bye, Mommy,” Caitlyn replied distractedly. “Aunt Gina, I was thinking. There’s this really, really neat Barbie I’ve been wanting. Do you think maybe the toy store has it?”
    “If it doesn’t, we’ll go find ourselves a computer and look for it online.”
    Caitlyn bounded out of her seat. “I’m ready. Are you?”
    Gina drank her last sip of coffee, then joined the eager child. Truthfully, she was almost as enthusiastic as Caitlyn. Henderson Toys had been one of her favorite places as a child. She would save up her allowance for a whole month, then go into the store with her mother and walk up and down the crowded aisles studying the dolls and the trains and the board games before making her selection.
    Sometimes, between the cost of an item and indecision, it was several months before she made a purchase. One memorable year, she bought a miniature stove, in which she could actually bake cookies, albeit very tiny ones. Her excitement over that purchase should probably have been a clue about the direction her life was likely to take.
    Back on the street, they ran into Rafe standing outside of Henderson’s his gaze locked on an elaborate train display in the window. The expression on his face was surprisingly wistful for a man whose every boyhood whim had probably been fulfilled.
    Caitlyn slipped up beside him, her gaze every bit as fascinated as his. “It’s a really cool train, isn’t it?”
    Surprised, he glanced