Free CELEBRITY STATUS (The Kate Huntington mystery series #4) by Kassandra Lamb

part.’ Darn romantic of ole Timmy, that was.” The saleswoman glanced down at the book and nodded.
                He grinned. Yup, Lansing sent the bracelet. Got ’im cold. Skip considered trying to bribe the woman for a copy of the sales book page, but decided she would probably take offense. Easy enough to subpoena it later, if need be.
                Out loud he said, “Hmm, diamond earrings. Now there’s a thought.” He’d been contemplating whether or not to buy the bracelet and get it engraved with something, just to complete the charade, but... “My sweet Kate has a diamond necklace but I don’t believe she has earrings. What do you have in those sparkly little devils?”
                Forty-five minutes later, Skip was in another cab headed back to the train station. Tucked away in his inside jacket pocket was a pair of solitaire diamonds, set in platinum, in one of Tiffany’s trademark robin’s egg blue boxes. They had cost him half a month’s salary but he’d had to have them. He was fairly sure they were a match, in clarity and color, for the diamond necklace he’d given Kate their first Christmas together.
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
                Kate and Rob were halfway through their lunch when Kate’s cell phone rang in her purse. She pulled it out, intending to turn it off. She found it annoying when people talked on cell phones in restaurants.
                But when she saw who it was, Kate changed her mind. “It’s Skip. He’s in New York today,” she told Rob as she answered it. “Sweetheart, I’m at lunch with Rob. What’s up?”
                She listened for a moment. “Do you want Rob to try again for the restraining order?”
                She listened some more. “About four-fifteen. My last client cancelled. Her son is home sick from school.”
                She listened again, cheeks a soft rosy glow as a grin spread across her face. “It’s a pretty day. I’m sure Maria won’t mind taking them to the park... Okay, sweetheart, see ya later.”
                “Hmm,” Rob said teasingly. “I’m not sure I should’ve been listening even to your end of that conversation.” When Kate’s blush turned a deeper red, he laughed out loud.
                “I guess we should be acting more like old married folks by now,” Kate said.
                “Lord, I hope that day never comes to pass. May Skip Canfield still be able to make you blush like a schoolgirl when you’re eighty, my dear.”
                Kate’s cheeks turned pink again. “The client thinks he’s spending the night in New York so we should have a peaceful evening for a change.” She was avoiding using Cherise’s name in public. “I have a waiver from her now to talk to both of you. So here’s the abbreviated version of what I told him. She’s fairly narcissistic. She wouldn’t think twice about letting someone get hurt, or having their reputation ruined, if it suited her purposes. She’s not completely lacking in empathy but other people’s feelings and needs won’t normally show up on her radar screen.”
                Kate took a sip of iced tea, then continued, “He has some concrete evidence against that guy, but he wants to hold off on the restraining order until after her concert on Friday. He’s hoping the guy will make a move and they’ll catch him in the act. If not, then he’ll ask you to go talk to the judge again.”
                “How concrete is the evidence?” Rob asked.
                “An engraved bracelet was delivered to her mailbox yesterday. Skip’s traced it back to Tiffany’s. The ex-boyfriend bought it last Saturday.”
                “That’s pretty concrete,” Rob said.
                “Yeah, but the timing is bothering me. This guy just doesn’t sound like the lovelorn type. More the vindictive,