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date her now.”
    “Yeah, his best bet is to go in through the back door.”
    “He should find out who set them up.”
    “I told him that,” Rosanna said. “I don’t know how well that’ll go though. Who knows even where to start looking?”
    “I know where to start looking.” Veronica’s tone was one of certainty.
    “Since when?”
    “Since I got divorced.”
    “You think Ray would do something like that?”
    “Damn straight, he would.” Veronica’s edgy laughter confirmed her position. “That’s exactly the kind of thing Ray would do.”
    “But why?” said the sane voice of Rosanna’s reason.
    “Because Ray’s nuts. He probably thinks they’re indirectly responsible for me cleaning out the community property since Casey represented me and Chase handed down the divorce decree.”
    Rosanna’s thoughts hadn’t really gone there, but she had to agree that Ray was quite capable of setting up Chase and Casey if he thought he’d been wronged. Nothing too overtly criminal, just a little something to make them both appear foolish, yet wouldn’t get him in too much trouble.
    And Ray definitely believed he’d been wronged. The way he probably saw it, Casey and Chase had helped.

CHAPTER 5
    CASEY GLANCED AT HER WATCH . 1:30. Rosanna should be here any minute. They’d both been busy since the masquerade party and now, two weeks later, Casey was looking forward to their lunch date.
    She glanced at the entrance. Oh, Jesus. Chase Hamilton in the flesh. Casey dipped her head away from him and fished her cell phone out of her purse, using it as a pretense for preoccupation.
    Sensing someone’s stare, she reluctantly lifted her gaze from her phone. Chase was standing over her, his briefcase in hand.
    Oh, God . She tried to give him her blankest stare possible. One that said, who are you and what do you want? She wasn’t sure if it worked.
    “Counselor Roberts.” He looked at the empty seat across from her. “May I?”
    Okay, so it hadn’t worked. “Well, I am waiting for someone...” she said, trying to give him the brush-off before he got the chance to zing her twice.
    “Yeah, I heard something about that.” Chase slid into the booth opposite Casey and laid his briefcase on the table.
    “Excuse me...!” She shot him a glare. “You can’t sit there.”
    “Why not?” He opened his briefcase, blocking her view.
    “Because I have a lunch date.”
    “With who?” He peeked over the top of his briefcase and gave her a wink.
    “Not you.” Casey fought hard to contain the irritation bubbling up inside her. “So if you’d just leave. Please.”
    “Sorry. No can do.” He pulled out a file and placed it on the table.
    Glancing at the folder and then back to Chase, Casey saw her scarf peeking out from the top edge of the briefcase. “Is that my scarf?”
    “Might I remind you that possession is nine-tenths of the law. This is no longer your scarf.” He closed the briefcase and set it at his side on the seat, then slid the manila folder directly in front of him and laced his fingers together over it. Looking up at her, he gave her a smug grin.
    Casey sucked in a deep breath, unsure if she should tamp down her mounting aggravation or just let it rip. She glanced at her watch again. Rosanna wasn’t exactly late. She’d be here soon enough, and Casey would let her take care of her cousin. “Suit yourself.” She reached for her iced tea and sipped it.
    Chase nudged the file across the table toward her. Casey avoided it like it had been illegally obtained.
    “Go ahead,” he said, gesturing toward it. “I think you’ll be interested in the contents.”
    Casey’s curiosity was baiting her, but she resisted, glancing toward the door. Rosanna was nowhere in sight.
    “Okay...” Chase let out a little chuckle. “Rosanna’s not coming. She set the date up for me.”
    “Why would she do that?” Casey shook her head. Rosanna knew full well how she felt about talking to Chase about the date that