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purse as Ivy followed her outside.
                  “I never did like Liam. He was so pompous and entitled. I hated it. We’d be at some party and he’d snap his fingers and you’d appear at his side so he could show you off. See, look at her. Isn’t she divine? So beautiful. So talented. And all mine. Be jealous ,” Ivy said in a good imitation of Liam’s nasal voice.
                  Rayne frowned and glanced at her sister. “He was proud of me, Ivy. There’s nothing wrong with bragging about your significant other.”
                  Ivy raised an eyebrow. “He was a jerk Rayne. The day you broke up with Liam was the day I regained my hope in life.”
                  Rayne paused with her hand on the door of her car and stared at her sister. “Well then, I’m glad. Anything that gives you hope is something I’m for.”
                  Ivy looked away in embarrassment. “So this guy you’re meeting. Would it be easy to dump this guy?”
                  Rayne blinked in surprise and imagined what it would even be like to be together and in love with Garrett Murphy and shook her head. “If I ever dated Garrett, I’d never break up with him. Do I look stupid? You’d have to pry me off with a crow bar.”
                  Ivy crowed in delight and pumped her fist into the air. “Hurry up Cleo! We’ve gotta check this guy out!”
                  Rayne laughed, knowing she’d exaggerated to get her sister to smile although she wasn’t sure she was lying. She waited until Cleo was in her Mini Cooper before pulling out into the street. Her house was in the older section of Fircrest and the restaurant was closer to all the stores. She glanced back in her rearview mirror at the house and smiled knowing very soon it was going to shine again. It had been built in 1907 and was a classic, Colonial Georgian with large porches that wrapped around the entire house and dark green shutters that popped against the white wood siding. It had been the first home that her grandmother Marion had lived in with her husband Joseph Stewart.
                  And now it was her home. She thought of the home she had grown up in but she couldn’t face that house anymore. Not with the memories of her mother and father everywhere she looked. She’d return someday. But not now. And not soon. Especially knowing Graham Mitchell was looking for her.
                  She’d heard just that morning from her investigative team that Graham had been making inquiries into her whereabouts. As long as she kept a low profile and kept her name out of the headlines, she and Ivy could hideout here for as long as she wanted to. Or as long as it took to arrest Graham for the murder of her parents.
                  She pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and waved at Ivy and Cleo as they drove down the road. She didn’t wait for them and walked inside and was immediately overcome by the most amazing scents. She closed her eyes for a second and breathed in the smell of basil and rosemary and garlic that surrounded her. Her taste buds jumped to attention and her stomach growled, reminding her that she was starving.
                  “Trust me, it’ll taste even better than it smells.”
                  Rayne’s eyes popped open and she turned her head to see Garrett grinning down at her. Rayne’s face flamed in embarrassment and she laughed lightly. “I hope you’re right. You’ll have to tell me what’s good here since you’re a regular.”
                  Garrett nodded and gestured toward the dining area. “I’ve already got us a table. Follow me.”
                  Rayne nodded at the hostess who was busy staring at Garrett but she couldn’t blame her. Garrett looked even better today than he had yesterday. Yesterday he’d been in a pair of grungy jeans and