Wanted by Her Lost Love

down the busy street. Why he was in a hurry, hedidn’t know. According to his investigator, she’dworked here for a while. She wasn’t going anywhere.A million questions hovered in his mind, but heknew he wouldn’t have the answers to any of themuntil he confronted her.A few minutes later he pulled up and parked at thesmall corner coffee shop that sported a lopsideddoughnut sign. He stared at the place inastonishment, trying to imagine Kelly working here ofall places.With a shake of his head, he ducked out of theBMW and dashed toward the entrance, shaking therain from his collar as he stepped under the smallawning over the door.Once inside, he looked around before taking aseat in a booth on the far side of the café. A waitresswho was not Kelly came over with a menu andslapped it down on the table in front of him.“Just coffee,” he murmured.“Suit yourself,” she said as she sashayed off tothe bar to pour the coffee.She returned a moment later and put the cupdown with enough of a jolt to slosh the dark brew