boyfriend,â Flint said as he walked to Francis. It was inevitable. The evening had been doomed from the start.
âI hope Iâm more than a boyfriend,â the man said, a little smugly, Flint thought, as he reached Francis and leaned over to peck her on her lips. âNow that sheâs had time away to think about things.â
âSam.â Francis marveled that her voice sounded calm. She felt a growing urge to scream. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWell, I got to thinking. Itâs time you came backâhow much thinking can a woman do?â The man laughed a little too heartily. âSo I flew up to get you.â
âNowâs not a good time.â
âOh, I know. The inspector was telling me thereâs been lots of excitement here tonight. Seemed to think Iâd be better off going back to Billings for the night, but I told him it was nonsense. It would take more than a few bad guys to rattle my Francis. Sheâs the most sensible woman Iâve ever known.â
Flint thought the man must be blind to think âsensibleâ summed up a woman like Francis. Didnât he see the shy warmth in her eyes when she first met someone? Hadnât he felt the slight tremble of her lips when she was kissed?
âKnown a lot of women, have you?â Flint asked the man. He refused to think of the man as Sam. As far as Flint was concerned, the man had no name. And no future.
âHuh?â
Flint admitted the man didnât look like he could have known many women, but that didnât stop Flint from resenting him. âJust checking up on your background.â
âFlintâs with the FBI,â Francis said, tight-lipped with annoyance. âHe checks up on everybody.â
âOh, well, thatâs okay then.â The man smiled at Flint and held out his hand. âAlways nice to meet one of our nationâs security men. Men like you keep us all safe.â
Flint grunted. The man made it sound like Flint was a school crossing guard. Important enough forsomeone who did that sort of thing. Flint wondered if Francis actually loved the guy. He glared at the man until the man dropped his hand.
âYou own a house?â Flint knew women loved big houses.
âA bedroom loft condo in downtown Denver,â the man said with pride. âThe Executive Manor complex.â
Flint grunted. Close enough. The only house he could claim as his own was sitting just north of here on five desolate acres only chickens could love.
âFrancis would want a tree or two.â
The man looked startled. âI told her we could get a few ficus plants. Theyâd do.â
Flint nodded. Francis just might settle for them, after all. Suddenly, Flint felt old. He had lived too hard and fast. At least the man standing before him looked stable. Maybe that was enough.
âYou ever kill a man?â
âI beg your pardon?â The man was looking at Flint in alarm.
âItâs a simple questionâever been in the military?â
The man shook his head. âBad feet.â
âEver been arrested?â
âOf course not.â The man was indignant. âAnd I certainly donât see the point of these questionsâif Iâm under suspicion for something I have a rightto know. And if youâre planning to arrest me, I demand a chance to call my attorney.â
Flint smiled wryly. He almost wished he could arrest the man. âNo, Iâm just checking up on you.â
âWell, Iâll let it go this time,â the man said pompously. âMostly because the inspector here said youâd rescued Francis from those hoodlums. I should be thanking you for helping my fiancée, not sitting here arguing.â
âFiancée.â Flint felt a cold draft down his neck. It appeared the ficus had won.
âI never agreed to marry you.â Francis felt the need to sit down and start counting. Everything was unraveling.
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