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funny
because he was right. Barb wouldn’t have liked this wedding, for all her
support of Jane’s hard work and industry.
    Jake squashed his burger down and took a big
bite.
    Jane nibbled her roll-up. The cilantro and lime
were perfectly balanced. She ate a little more before she spoke. “I don’t feel
up to catching a serial killer. And I don’t like that feeling.”
    “What makes you think this was the work of a
psycho?”
    “All the missing kids. This body must be one of
them, and they must all have been killed and stowed in sheds up and down the
coast. Don’t you think?”
    “I’d bet not, if I was asked to make a bet.” He
put his burger down. “This is our honeymoon, our vacation.”
    She sighed. Of course it was. He wouldn’t want
her to do any sleuthing during their last days together before he ran off to
Thailand for a month.
    “You need to call Rocky and Flora.” He
straightened his shoulders. “If this is going to be a working vacation, it
needs to count toward your supervised hours.”
    Jane reached across the table for his hand. “I’m
sorry. I won’t. I don’t want to leave the Crawford Cabin. I want to stay here
and have a romantic week.”
    “Phoebe got the Crawford Cabin. This is
technically the beach house. The cabin is out by Cultus Lake.” He took another
drink of his coffee and acted like having more than one vacation property was
perfectly normal.
    “Any other homes away from home I should know
about?” Jane allowed herself to be distracted from the decision she was about
to make regarding turning her honeymoon into a supervised work trip.
    “I promise as soon as I get back we will sit
down with the money guy and go over the whole portfolio.”
    “So that’s a yes?”
    “Is it a home if someone else lives in it?”
    “Could you just give me a clear answer on the
one part of that question? How many homes could you and I spirit ourselves away
to at a moment’s notice?”
    “It took more than a moment’s notice to get the
beach house clean and warm and stocked with good food and dead bodies for you,
my macabre darling.”
    “Jake.” Jane narrowed her eyes and contemplated
splashing him with a finger full of tea. “You did not get a dead body for me,
and you are avoiding the question.”
    He scratched the back of his neck. “Do you
really want to do this now?”
    “Yes.”
    “You and I live in the Pear District condo. We
own the Laurelhurst house. We own the Warrenton house, here at the beach. The
cabin is not ours, sorry, darling boo. It’s Phoebe’s. We also own a little
place in the hills on the Clackamas River, but we don’t call that the cabin, we
call that the shack. Trust me, it’s the right name. We also have a condo down
in Mexico…but could you call that owned, really? It’s on a hundred-year lease. And
anyway, it’s in the family trust. Any old Crawford can go there.” He cleared
his throat, clearly enjoying the moment. “And…I don’t know how you really feel about
Europe, but Mom bought a
pied
- à -
terre
in
Paris a year before she died. Even I just found out about it. I was thinking of
giving it to Phoebe or selling it. I don’t know. It’s not paid off yet, which
makes it kind of a burden. But it’s the only one not paid off.”
    “Paris?” Jane felt faint.
    “And while I was in Thailand for a year it made
a lot of sense to buy a place there, up in the mountains. I was feeling
impetuous and little places like that are pretty cheap, really. But yes, it was
an expense I should have considered longer. It did take a bite out of my nest
egg.”
    “Jake, you are…really, really rich.” Her head
felt like it was floating above her body. All she could do was stare at him,
her mouth slightly opened. She had known the Crawfords her whole life, but she
hadn’t really known, hadn’t imagined. Couldn’t imagine a life where it “just
made more sense” to buy a little place in Thailand.
    “ We are, babe. Not just me. It’s all both
of ours