Free Never Con a Corgi by Edie Claire

could possibly have. There won't be any physical evidence, so I should be fine. It would help if I could verify my alibi," he acknowledged. "But I understand the Morton women are on it."
    His wife smiled at him smugly. "In spades. We'll find someone who saw you at North Park last night, I'm sure of it. The rest of it is ridiculous anyway—no one who knows you could possibly think you had anything to do with that man's death."
    A sour look flitted over Gil's still-smiling face. The breach lasted only a second, but Leigh read it like a neon sign, and so, naturally, did his wife.
    "Gil?" Cara demanded. "What is it you're thinking of? Who would suspect you?"
    Gil threw a pleading glance at Warren. Leigh's gaze moved to her husband, whom she expected to appear as clueless as she was. He responded with nothing more than a slight, helpless shrug, but Leigh hadn't known the man since adolescence for nothing.
    He knew something she didn't.
    She hated it when that happened.
    "Gil?" Cara repeated.
    Gil breathed out with a groan, then rubbed his face in his hands. "It's nothing for anybody to worry about," he said finally, attempting a confident, comforting tone.
    He failed. The man might look like a film star, but he was a lousy actor.
    "There is one person I'm afraid might make trouble for me," he admitted. "Someone who seems to actually think I did do it."
    "Who?!" Cara asked with a screech, her cheeks on fire again.
    Gil cast another meaningful glance at Warren. Leigh fought an overwhelming urge to throttle the both of them.
    "Diana Saxton," Gil answered quietly.
    The name didn't register. "Who's Diana Saxton?" Leigh demanded.
    No one paid any attention to her. Cara's face had gone from scarlet to white. Gil looked like he'd been flogged. Even Warren looked distinctly uncomfortable.
    "Well?" Leigh insisted.
    Somewhere, in the back of her mind, it occurred to her that the issue at hand might not really be any of her business. Cara and Gil were certainly entitled to their secrets. And if Warren happened to know also, what did that matter? Was her husband obliged to tell her absolutely everything, even if it had been told to him in confidence?
    Damn straight, he was!
    "Who is Diana Saxton?!" she asked for the third time.
    "What did she say?" Cara asked Gil stiffly, ignoring her cousin.
    Gil drew in a breath. "I don't know what she told the detectives. But she did call me today."
    "I told you to block her number!" Cara fired back. Then almost immediately she swallowed, and her voice softened. "I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault. But why did you even pick up?"
    "I had to know what she wanted," he defended. "Under the circumstances, it hardly seemed wise to antagonize her further. I was rude enough to her on the phone last night."
    Cara harrumphed. "You could never be rude enough to that woman. What did she say?"
    "Can't say I listened to all of it," Gil answered. "You could say she was ranting and raving. The gist was that she accused me of murder."
    Warren leaned back in his chair with a frustrated sigh. Cara's body went rigid. Leigh still wondered who the hell Diana Saxton was.
    "She won't have any evidence, so even if she does talk to the detectives, they'll know she's just blowing smoke," Gil insisted.
    "No, they won't!" Cara argued vehemently. "Don't you see? If she wants to make you look guilty, all she's got to do is tell them you had an affair!"
    Leigh's heart skipped a beat. She didn't believe it. They'd been through all this before. Gil was far too much of a prude to be a philanderer—besides, if anything like that had ever happened to Cara, Leigh would definitely know about it. That, and Gil wouldn't be sitting here tonight with all his parts intact.
    "I'm afraid she's right," Warren said evenly, holding Gil's gaze. "You can't say nothing and let Diana define the relationship—it's way too risky. Did you tell your lawyer about the phone call?"
    Gil shook his head. "It happened right after our meeting."
    "Do that," Warren