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he pulled in to Rec Park. He spotted Kelli Hanson, coach Chip Iverson, and his wife, Beth, handing out cupcakes to the line of boys.
    No Annalise. He let his car idle for a moment, debated asking, then figured she’d bundled Henry up to run him home before Colleen’s game.
    Which meant he had time to upload these pictures and at least get them posted in the listing he’d created today. He’d add the tags, features, amenities, and put out a few nibbles to past clients tomorrow.
    With luck—a lot of luck—this property would move within a week. Sure, they were in a recession, but the right property, with the right salesman and a motivated seller . . . He just had to work his contacts. He knew a few investors who might be interested.
    He pulled out of Rec Park, waving to a couple of the parents, and onto Main Street. His office overlooked the lake at the far end of town—which, in a town the size of Deep Haven, wasn’t saying much. Still, sitting in his chair watching the sun over theharbor, turning the masts of the moored sailboats to gold, he could convince himself that he’d made the right decision staying in Deep Haven.
    Nathan was motoring past the Java Cup when he spotted Annalise’s truck. Hard to miss—the Husky Volleyball sticker on the side, the dent in the fender where he’d backed into his snowmobile trailer. Maybe he’d stop in and surprise his wife.
    She’d pay him with a smile, one that reminded him why he got out of bed every morning and headed in to work.
    He parked and climbed out, noticing he’d gotten dust on his dress shoes tromping around the old McIntyre place. He bent for a moment, wiped them off with his leather glove, then smacked his hands and headed for the coffee shop.
    The bell above the door jangled as he walked inside. A few heads popped up. Mayor Jerry Mulligan, in one of the chairs in the corner, talking with Norm, the bait shop owner. Nathan lifted a hand and smiled.
    Then he looked around for Annalise.
    He found her sitting at a table in the corner of the adjacent room, deep in a conversation huddle with someone he didn’t recognize. Graying hair, leather jacket. Dark, almost-pensive eyes. The man was talking with Nathan’s wife as if he knew her, his hand on the table about to reach out and touch her arm.
    They didn’t hear Nathan approach. In fact, Annalise was leaning forward, wearing a strange expression. He might even call it fear, although he’d seen fear on her before—that time Henry drove off the cliff on his bicycle and broke his shoulder. Or the time Colleen wandered off for over an hour at the Minnesota State Fair. Or that day Jason crashed the snowmobile and had to hike back in the darkness, two hours late.
    No, this didn’t look like that motherly fear.
    This fear he didn’t recognize, and eerie fingers curled around him.
    “Lise?”
    She looked up and for a moment just blinked at him. As if she didn’t know him.
    The expression flushed words out of him. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought he’d walked into something clandestine.
    But this was his wife. The woman he’d known for twenty years. She couldn’t keep a secret from him if she wanted to.
    Then her smile appeared, and the tightness in his chest broke free.
    “Nathan. Hi.” She reached out, took his hand. “I’m sorry; were you looking for me?”
    His gaze darted to the man and back. “No . . . I was driving by. I stopped by soccer practice. Where’s Henry?” He turned, expecting to see their son at the book corner, working his iPod, pretending not to know any of them.
    “He’s up . . . he’s . . . I dropped him off at the park. He’ll meet us at the game.”
    Annalise glanced at her companion, and for a second, the eerie feeling returned. But Nathan shook it away and held out his hand.
    “I’m Nathan Decker, Annalise’s husband. I don’t think we’ve met. Are you new in town?”
    The man looked Nathan over as if assessing him. Then he stood, smiled, and took