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down, he might be doing the woman a favor. Logan was plan-ning on aiming that characteristic ruthless intensity on her, and she could be trampled.

He chuckled as he realized how hed rationalized betrayal into gallantry. Damn, he was a good lawyer.

But lawyers served the royalty that lived along this drive, they werent royalty themselves. He had to move up from the station of adviser to the throne.

It would be nice to be king.

TWO

"You look beautiful, Eve said. Where are you going tonight?

Im meeting Ron at Anthonys. He likes the food there. Sandra leaned forward and checked her mas-cara in the hall mirror, then straightened the shoul-ders of her dress. Damn these shoulder pads. They keep shifting around.

Take them out.

We all dont have broad shoulders like you. I need them.

Do you like the food there?

No, its a little too fancy for me. Id rather go to the Cheesecake Factory.

Then tell him.

Next time. Maybe I should like it. Maybe its a learning type thing. She grinned at Eve in the mirror. Youre big on learning new things.

I like Anthonys, but I still like to pig out at Mc-Donalds when Im in the mood. She handed Sandra her jacket. And Id fight anyone who tried to tell me I shouldnt do it.

Ron doesnt tell me She shrugged. I like him. He comes from a nice family in Charlotte. I dont know if hed understand about the way we lived before I just dont know.

I want to meet him.

Next time. Youd give him that cool once-over and Id feel like a high school kid bringing home my first date.

Eve chuckled and gave her a hug. Youre crazy. I just want to make sure hes good enough for you.

See? Sandra headed for the door. Definitely first-date syndrome. Im late. Ill see you later.

Eve went to the window and watched her mother back out of the driveway. She hadnt seen her mother this excited and happy in years.

Not since Bonnie was alive.

Well, there was no use staring wistfully out the window. She was glad her mother had a new ro-mance, but she wouldnt trade places with her. She wouldnt know what to do with a man in her life. She wasnt good at one-night stands, and anything else re-quired a commitment she couldnt afford.

She went out the back door and down the kitchen steps. The honeysuckle was in bloom and the heady scent surrounded her as she walked down the path to the lab. The aroma always seemed stronger at twilight and early morning. Bonnie used to love the honeysuckle and was always picking it off the fence, where the bees constantly buzzed. Eve had been at her wits end trying to stop her before she got stung.

She smiled at the recollection. It had taken her a long time to be able to separate the good memories from the bad. At first she had tried to save herself from pain by closing out all thoughts of Bonnie. Then she had come to understand that that would be forgetting Bonnie and all the joy she had brought into her and Sandras lives. Bonnie deserved more than

Ms. Duncan.

She stiffened, then whirled around.

Im sorry, I didnt mean to frighten you. Im John Logan. I wonder if I could speak to you?

John Logan. If he hadnt introduced himself she would have recognized him from the photo. How could she miss that California tan? she thought sar-donically. And in that gray Armani suit and Gucci loafers, he looked as out of place in her small back-yard as a peacock. You didnt frighten me. You star-tled me.

I rang the doorbell. He smiled as he walked toward her. There was not an ounce of fat on his body, and he exuded confidence and charm. She had never liked charming men; charm could hide too much. I guess you didnt hear me.

No. She had the sudden desire to shake his con-fidence. Do you always trespass, Mr. Logan?

The sarcasm didnt faze him. Only when I really want to see someone. Could we go somewhere and talk? His gaze went to the door of her lab. Thats where you work, isnt it? Id like to see it.

How did you know its where I work?

Not from your friends at the Atlanta P.D. I understand they were very protective of