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good.” She took a bite of her own to prove her point and rubbed her tummy as if it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. “Don’t tell me you’re too proud to admit you’re hungry.”
    “I. Am. Not. Cranky.” Each word was pronounced distinctly.
    “So you say. Consider it a peace offering, if that makes a difference.”
    Reluctantly he reached for the bar and bit off the first half in a single bite.
    “You’ll feel better,” she said, wanting to reassure him, pleased that he’d followed her advice.
    “You’re one of those women who takes delight in saying ‘I told you so,’ aren’t you?”
    “Only when I’m right,” she said, grinning.
    He snorted and finished off the bar and handed her the empty wrapper.
    She waited a couple of minutes. “Feeling better?”
    “Yes. Are you going to rub it in?”
    “I could, but I won’t. It’s a long drive and it’d help if we got along. Agreed?”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    That was a step in the right direction. They made good time and Ashley found herself dozing in the warm car, daydreaming—and she hated to admit this—about Dash. She wondered what it would be like if they kissed. When she stirred she was surprised to find that they’d been on the road nearly two hours.
    “I could use a rest stop,” she said, seeing a road sign stating there was one just ahead.
    “Okay. Did you enjoy your nap?”
    Ashley stretched her arms and yawned. “I did.”
    “Has anyone ever told you that you snore?”
    “I most certainly do not.” She was insulted that he would even suggest such a thing.
    He chuckled. “Wanna bet?”
    “Yes, I wanna bet. I wasn’t even fully asleep. I’d know if I snore, and I don’t. You’re saying that to get a rise out of me.”
    She did her best to quell her indignation and glanced over to see that Dash was struggling to hold back a smile. Just as she suspected, he was teasing her and enjoying it. She smiled. “You’re flirting with me.”
    “What? By telling you I heard you snore?”
    “Sounded like a flirt to me.”
    He laughed as though he found her accusation ridiculous, but even as he denied it, he was smiling.
    Dash exited the freeway and pulled into the rest area, angling the car into an empty parking slot.
    Ashley opened the door and climbed out, stretching her arms above her head. A shiver ran down her spine. It was much colder outside than she’d expected.
    Dash grabbed his coat and searched through his pockets, then tossed it back inside and bent over the front seat.
    “What are you looking for?” she asked.
    “My phone.”
    “Did you lose it?”
    “It’s here,” he barked. “It’s got to be. Did you take it?”
    “Of course not.” It irritated her that he’d even suggest such a thing. “I have my own phone, remember?”
    “I can’t find it,” he complained.
    “It has to be there,” she insisted, and wanting to help, she opened the passenger door on her side, looking on the floor.
    “See anything?” Dash asked.
    Ashley shook her head. “No.”
    “What could have happened to it?” he asked.
    Ashley shrugged. The last thing she remembered was seeing him slip it inside his coat pocket.
    “You got a text, remember?”
    He frowned, narrowing his eyes as though searching through his memory bank.
    “I saw you place it inside your coat pocket,” she reminded him.
    “And then I tossed my coat in the backseat.”
    “It isn’t in your pocket?”
    He glared at her, and that was answer enough.
    “It must have fallen out of the car.”
    “You think?”
    “Well, it wasn’t my fault.”
    Dash looked sick. His shoulders sagged and he wiped a hand across his face. “It’s lost now.”

Highland Airlines employee Stephanie Arness nervously clenched her hands together in her lap as she studied the FBI man standing over her. They’d sequestered her in a room inside the airport in order to question her. Another agent remained behind her and out of view.
    “Let’s go through this one more