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checked her watch and decided it was time to escape. “I’m going to head out. You all enjoy the donuts. Gladys, can you lock up when you leave?”
    “Sure, honey.” Turning to Grady, she smiled confidently. “Let’s enjoy those donuts. I’m dying to hear how you got involved with Angelina. I’m betting it’s a great story.”
    Now that he was in Gladys’s clutches, Sara could make a clean get-away. The interrogation that he was about to receive might rival some of the most difficult questioning he’d ever experienced.
    Striding back to her room, she let out a breath of relief. Grady was asking too many questions and showing an interest that neither of them could do anything about. At least, she thought it was interest. Maybe he was just nosy or wanted to even the playing field since she knew so much about him. Either way, it wouldn’t work out. The less people that knew about her—the better. She grabbed her purse and bag, then searched for her ever-disappearing shoes. Maybe they were by the back door. As she walked out of her room, she heard Gladys questioning Grady and wondered how he was holding up.
    The look on Grady’s face was comical. His brows were scrunched together, his arms were folded and he was leaning back. Should she save him?
    Nah…he was a big, bad spec ops guy. He could handle himself. Spying her shoes by the back door, she let out a sigh of relief.  She grabbed them and stuffed them into her bag. “I’m heading out.”
    Grady popped off his stool and moved around Gladys. “I’ll go with you. I need to catch up with Nick.”
    She stared up at the mountain of a man standing before her and realized that he was pleading with his eyes for an escape. “All right.”
    Settling his hand on her lower back, he led her toward the garage. “See you, Gladys.”
    “Okay, I’ll see you kids later. I look forward to resuming our conversation. Have a good workout .”
    As they stood by the back door, he asked, “Why do I feel like she just made that sound dirty?”
    “Maybe you have a filthy mind. I didn’t hear any innuendos.”
    “It’s possible that you’re immune and it rolls right off you.” He lifted her bag off her shoulder and placed it in the back seat. “Smart move, backing into your garage. Not many people do that.”
    “You never know when you’re going to have to leave quickly.” Opening her door, she climbed in. “Ready?”
    “I’m going to run over and grab my bag out of the truck.”
    “All right.” She watched him jog over to his truck and whistled to herself. The man had an amazing ass. Full, defined, and filling out his shorts perfectly. Resting her head against the steering wheel, she reminded herself that she couldn’t do anything about the kernel of attraction that was starting to form. Best to ignore it and hope it went away.
    Pulling out of the driveway, she studied her house and silently thanked her grandmother for leaving it to her. Had it not been for her, she would still be traveling the country. The possibility of someone tracing her to this small Miami suburb was small, but she never completely ruled it out.
    Before she could fall too far into uneasiness, Grady swung the door open and climbed in. “You’ve escaped Gladys the Gestapo. You don’t have to go with me. If you want to run back into your house, I promise not to tattle.”
    Pushing his bag into the back seat, he chuckled. “I want to go with you. This works out great.”
    She pushed her sunglasses down and drove up the street. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
    “I’m not desperate. I’m hanging out with a neighbor and sharing a ride.”
    Flipping her blinker on, she waited at the intersection. “Okay. We’ll go with that story.”
    “What’s your story? What do you do for work?” Grady asked.
    “I’m an artist. I used to illustrate children’s books, but I’ve recently gotten into graphic novels. I’ve just started a series, and it seems to be taking