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The cop who will protect her
A tumultuous childhood taught private investigator Merlene Saunders that police are nothing but trouble. Then her latest surveillance job takes a dangerous turn when her subject is murdered and she becomes the focus of the killer. Like it or not, she’s hit the police radar, and in steps sexy detective Cody Warren…trouble of a whole different kind.
Against the odds, Merlene feels safe with Cody—he won’t let her in harm’s way. Very quickly things are intense between them, and her walls start coming down. Now she’s torn between the lessons of a lifetime and the urge to open up to the one man she can trust….
“Last chance, Merlene.”
Tucking his arm into hers, Cody drew her out of the elevator with him.
“Hey...” She pulled away, but the doors had already closed behind them.
“What’s going on? I know you have something to tell me.”
“And how do you know that?” Furious, she turned to confront him, but was stopped by his probing gaze, a look that brought all of her senses to full alert. Warmth spread outward from the spot on her arm where he had touched her.
“Because I’m a detective,” he said.
“Yeah? Well, so am I.” And she had never been as aware of a man as she was of Cody Warren at this moment—of his height a full foot over her, of the confident way he stood, of a muscular body full of power and authority. Sexy as hell, and infuriating.
Dear Reader,
I love stories about police officers. Something about that hint of danger swirling around the hero or heroine makes their developing passion so much more intense. During my working life as a court reporter, I encountered many situations that sparked my imagination, the “what ifs” that I enjoy turning into books. Now I attend any citizen police academy I can to help me understand the life of a cop. I encourage anyone who wants to know more about law enforcement to check if their local police department allows a citizen ride-along.
I’ve learned law enforcement is a perilous job, a career tough on romance, but that love can always prevail. Take Cody and Merlene, the hero and heroine of To Trust a Cop. When their worlds collide on a difficult case, at first mutual distrust makes the idea of love flaring between them seem impossible. I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed telling it.
I’ve met many police officers like Cody, honorable people who always try to do what’s right, no matter the cost. I admire and respect these men and women who stay true to themselves while performing an important but difficult job.
Nothing is better than hearing from my readers! Please visit my website at sharonshartley.com.
Be present and stay happy,
Sharon Hartley
To Trust a Cop
Sharon Hartley
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sharon Hartley writes romance stories that revolve around cops and the fascinating, often dangerous people that inhabit their world. A previous career as a court reporter, as well as multiple citizen police academies, provides ideas for her fiction. To calm herself from thinking about cops and robbers, Sharon teaches yoga, urging her students to accept themselves just the way they are. She lives on an island in Miami, Florida, with her husband, a Jack Russell terrorist and hundreds of orchids. Sharon loves to hear from her readers! Please contact her at sharonshartley01@bellsouth.net.
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE
“YEAH, YOU SING about those cheating hearts, Hank honey.”
Merlene Saunders edged up the volume on her car radio. A little down-home music always put her in the mood to catch another cheating husband, and tonight she definitely needed Hank’s help.
Merlene picked up her camcorder, aimed it at the front of Patricia and Rick Johnson’s graceful Spanish-style home and shot thirty seconds of video. From her vantage point behind a row of live oaks she had a clear view of any vehicles coming or going from the Johnsons’ house.
Nothing exciting to record. Just the expensive, lushly landscaped Coral Gables home of a wealthy orthopedic surgeon. A doctor with a nasty little secret.
“Nothing yet,” she murmured, and lowered the video camera.
Convinced his recent late hours had more to do with an attractive new nurse than an excessive patient load, Patricia Johnson had hired Merlene to conduct surveillance on her husband of fifteen years. Merlene glanced at the photo of a flashy blonde clipped to her visor. If the woman showed up at the house while Patricia spent the next month in North Carolina...well, that was more than enough proof for the high-strung and very jealous Mrs. Johnson.
But Merlene knew she would need much more to prove infidelity to the satisfaction of a judge, so she’d signed a contract to follow Dr. Johnson around Miami for a month, if necessary, to get the goods on him.
Merlene knew how to trail a subject—and not get caught—and now had a license that made it legal.
Just ask my ex-husband, she thought. Now, there was a doctor who’d thought he could get away with anything. Merlene shook her head to rid herself of thoughts of her ex. She didn’t want to believe all men were pond scum, but she’d yet to take a case and discover that the husband had been faithful.
She poured a cup of steaming coffee from her battered Thermos and settled in the seat, her gaze fixed on the Johnson residence. Pat had also promised to recommend her to a friend who did the hiring at a major insurance company if she caught Doc Johnson with his mistress. As she sipped, the strong, hot liquid warmed Merlene. Wouldn’t she just love a regular gig tracking down workers’ comp cheats? That would be more rewarding that chasing cheating husbands. She’d also liked the idea of saving the feds a million or so in Medicare fraud.
A bead of sweat trickled between her breasts, and Merlene pulled her cotton blouse away from damp skin. Miami in August and hot coffee didn’t mix, but she needed the caffeine to stay alert.
She had other props to help, her favorite being Häagen-Dazs Chocolate Chocolate-Chip ice cream slowly melting in a blue cooler. Nothing like a jolt of cool, creamy sugar to keep her focused when she got sleepy. She’d packed plenty of crisp tortilla chips and spicy salsa to munch on. Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough light to read.
With a sigh, Merlene took another gulp of coffee. The night promised to be a long one. She glanced in the rearview mirror and froze midswallow.
A large figure moved swiftly toward her car.
She dropped her cup in the console and rolled up the window. All four doors were locked. Her keys hung from the ignition for a quick getaway.
“Damn,” she muttered, as the shadowy figure became clearer. As surely as the Grand Ole Opry was in Nashville, a cop of some sort was on his way to speak to her. She’d been able to spot a cop since the age of ten.
No uniform, no marked car visible. Detective, maybe? Could Doc Johnson have spotted her and called 911?
Merlene fished her investigator’s license from her purse and waited for the tall, muscular man to get closer. Early thirties, she guessed, and annoyed about something by the way he punched out determined steps. Good-looking dude from what she could tell, but why the blazes would any man wear a tie in August?
He stopped two feet from the back of her car. “Merlene Saunders?” he shouted. “Miami-Dade County Police.”
So he’d run her license plate. Of course he had.
She rolled down the window and dangled her investigator’s license outside. “I’m unarmed.”
The cop approached and grabbed the license. “You’re a P.I.?”
Craning her head out the window to see his face, she nodded. “Any chance I could see your ID?”
He flashed a detective’s badge, and she barely had time to register the name Cody Warren.
“What’s the problem, Detective Warren?”
He handed back the license, placed his hands on her door and leaned forward to look inside. “What are you doing here, ma’am?”
“I’m on a case.” She patted the camcorder. “Conducting surveillance.”
“Does your surveillance have anything to do with Dr. Richard Johnson?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Then we have a problem.”
“We do?” Merlene stared at Cody Warren, and he glared back with a crystal-blue glare she could easily interpret in the dying light. He didn’t want her here.
Well, so what? She didn’t want him here, either. Cops made her nervous. Plus, his presence could attract attention from the Johnson house.
“Why don’t you hop in and tell me about this problem,” she suggested.
He peered into her tiny car, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I wouldn’t want to sit on your nachos.”
A rush of heat warmed her face. From the chaos surrounding her, it appeared as if a hurricane had blown through her car.
Well, no one ever said conducting a stakeout was easy.
“No problem,” she mumbled, tossing books and snacks into the backseat. She carefully placed the video camera and her new digital camera on the floorboard behind her, then threw her notebook onto the dash next to her binoculars and a deck of cards.
Her compact car became much too small when the cop folded himself into the passenger seat. Damn if his knees didn’t almost reach his chest.
“Does this thing slide back?” Warren asked, reaching for a lever beneath the seat. Before she could answer, he sent the seat zooming back, crackling cellophane and pulverizing her half-eaten bag of corn chips.
He glanced at her. “What the hell was that?”
“My dinner.”
He retrieved the crushed bag from behind the seat and raised an eyebrow. “Very nutritious.”
Merlene lifted her chin. “So I take it you’re with the diet police, Detective Warren. Some sort of special task force to ferret out fat?”
His expression morphed into a scowl. She shifted her weight, knowing she should have curbed her tongue. But that all-knowing male smirk had been too much.
“So what’s your interest in Richard Johnson?” Detective Warren demanded, now all business.
“I’ve been hired to keep track of his activities.”
“By who?”
“That’s confidential.”
He scrubbed his fingers against his chin, and Merlene heard an unmistakable scratch that meant he hadn’t shaved in a while. Long day?
Wishing cops didn’t always make her uneasy, she studied the detective in the fading light. He had an angular yet handsome face, a strong, confident jaw. His nose featured a slight bump, and she wondered if it’d been broken in a fight on the job. From the way he dominated space in the Toyota, he had to be at least six-two. The cotton shirt across his torso confirmed an iron-flat stomach, not an ounce of fat anywhere on him, probably because he never ate junk food.
Good for him.
“Is something wrong, Mrs. Saunders?”
Merlene jerked her gaze to Warren’s face. He watched her with a frown. Lord, what was the matter with her, checking out his body? She swallowed. “I’m wondering why the police are interested in Dr. Johnson.”
Cody shook his head. “Mrs. Saunders, the Miami-Dade Police would greatly appreciate your discontinuing surveillance of the doctor.”
“Why’s that?”
“Let’s just say your presence here could jeopardize a lot of work. Interference with a police investigation is something we take seriously.”
“By sitting here I’m interfering?”
“Possibly.”
“Are you going to give me any details?”
“No, ma’am.”
Merlene sighed, knowing she had to do as he asked. Her boss’s number-one rule was to stay out of the way of the police. She snapped the cover over the camera lens. “Sure, Detective, whatever you say.”
He nodded. “Good.”
Merlene stared through the windshield at the doctor’s house. “What did you do, you bad boy?” she asked softly, then picked up her notebook and entered the time.
The detective planted one foot on the grass, preparing to exit, then paused. “Did you get anybody on tape tonight?”
Merlene shook her head. “Nobody went in or out after I followed him home.”
“All right. The sooner you leave, the better.”
She smiled at his profile and tapped the pen against her cheek. “I’ll bet you’re worried that if he sees me following him, he’ll know you guys are onto him. Am I right?”
Without answering, the detective pulled himself from the car and walked around to the driver’s window. He held out a business card. “If you get anything you think might be helpful, I’d appreciate a call. My cell’s on the back. It’s always on.”
Merlene accepted the card. “If you won’t tell me what’s going on, how will I know what’s helpful?”
His steely gaze bored into her. “I think you’ll know. Thanks for your cooperation, ma’am.”
“Oh, sure. No problem.” She flipped the card against her thigh as he moved away. Why were the police always telling her what to do? As a child, they’d hassled her family with threats of family services and foster homes but never offered a bit of help.
Merlene tossed the card onto her front seat and started the car. She knew better than to get in the way of the police. Besides, she had other methods to keep track of Doc Johnson.
* * *
SOMETHING WAS WRONG. Dead wrong.
Cody couldn’t shake a gnawing feeling in his gut that he’d missed something important. Where was Dr. Richard Johnson?
Months of work to make this case, to put away a dirty doctor who didn’t care who he prescribed narcotics to or what bogus diagnosis he made—not as long as he got a big check from an insurance company—and now the whole damn thing threatened to fall apart.
Waiting for a traffic light to change, he wondered what hole Dr. Johnson had vanished into. Could his disappearance have anything to do with the Saunders woman’s surveillance? An image of the intriguing female private eye he’d encountered the night before flashed through his head. How could a woman who dug for dirt to pay the bills manage to look all wide-eyed and innocent?
The check he’d run on her came back clean. No outstanding wants or warrants, and he wished his credit report looked as solid. She worked for D. J. Cooke Investigations, the man and the firm both reputable, and no one had ever lodged a complaint against her license. The licensing board promised to double check with Cooke and get back to him.
Yeah, maybe her activities had nothing to do with Johnson’s vanishing act, but he didn’t believe in coincidences. A P.I. is on Johnson’s trail one day, and he disappears the next? Had to be a connection. He’d warned his lieutenant they needed twenty-four-hour surveillance to always keep track of the doc’s whereabouts. Damn budget cuts were undermining a lot of investigations these days.
“What the...” He swore under his breath as he turned the corner, spotting the P.I.’s vehicle secreted behind a tree across from Nurse Cole’s apartment building. Merlene Saunders had inserted herself square in the middle of his case again. This time he’d question her more thoroughly.
“Detective Warren,” Merlene said when he leaned in the passenger window. “We have to quit meeting like this.”
He jerked open the door. “You and I need to talk.”
“Have a seat,” she murmured.
Feeling as if he were squeezing into a bulletproof vest, Cody eased into the small car.
“You know,” she said, “it’s hard for me to blend into the surroundings when you’re always hanging around my stakeout.”
He slammed the door. “Who are you working for?”
She shook her head. “That’s confidential information.”
“Must be the wife. She’s worried about the doc and Nurse Linda Cole, whose apartment you’re watching.”
He studied Merlene’s face but wasn’t sure if he’d nailed her game.
“So what can you tell me about Nurse Cole?” Merlene asked.
He shrugged. “I’d rather hear what you can tell me about Dr. Johnson.”
“Truth is...nothing. Yet.” She lifted a video camera from the backseat and aimed it at the apartment. A large emerald-cut diamond glittered on her right ring finger. “Haven’t got anything but test footage to prove I’ve been watching their sorry butts. Never have caught them together.”
“How long have you been on them?” he asked.
“How long do you think?” Merlene lowered the camera. A faint red mark encircled her eye where the camera had pressed into her pale skin, and Cody resisted an urge to touch the spot, wondering why he wanted to smooth away the distrust shimmering in her eyes.
“Five days,” he guessed. “I’ll bet Mrs. Johnson hired you before she flew to Blowing Rock. She thinks the doc is fooling around and wants you to prove it, right?”
Merlene smiled, and the curve of her lips brought a curious sparkle into smoky-gray eyes. Damn but she had a beautiful smile. Shining, almost-black hair fell to her shoulders.
“Am I interfering with a police investigation again?”
Yes, and he needed to get his mind back on business. “If you’re spotted, you could blow months of work. Cooperation would be greatly appreciated.”
She glanced at him sideways, looking doubtful.
“I already showed you my badge,” he said.
“Cooperate how?”
“We’ll trade information.”
“Trade? Yeah, right. Cops just love to trade.” She raised the video camera again and pressed the record button.
“What are you recording?”
“I make a video record of all my activities to substantiate my bill.”
“Good plan,” he said. Hell, she talked like a pro. Time to throw her off balance—find out if she actually was one.
“So what does your husband think of your line of work?”
“I don’t have a husband.”
“Divorced?”
“You know,” she said, placing the camera in her lap, “you are absolutely the rudest man. First it’s my diet and now my marital status?”
He caught her gaze and held it. Beneath delicate brows, her eyes had darkened to an opaque, deeper gray.
She looked away, glancing toward the apartment. Cody admired her flushed cheeks as he chose his next words. Too bad if she didn’t like his probing. It was his job to stir things up and see what kind of reaction he got.
“Guess what,” she whispered in a husky voice. “Linda is on the move.”
He shifted his gaze. Nurse Cole hid behind large, white sunglasses and a floppy straw hat, but there was no mistaking the woman climbing into a white BMW.
Merlene started the car and shoved it into gear.
CHAPTER TWO
“HEY!” CODY SHOUTED as the car lurched forward.
“I’ve been hired to watch her, remember?” Merlene shot a sideways glance at the detective as she accelerated and found him staring at her, mouth open. Yeah, maybe she shouldn’t have taken off with him in the car, but if she’d waited to get rid of him, she’d have lost her subject. No way was she losing her subject. Linda Cole could be on her way to meet Dr. Johnson.
“You are unbelievable,” he said, fumbling the seat belt across his lap.
“Just cooperating with your investigation.”
“Then don’t follow so closely,” he said.
“Thank you, Detective, for your professional advice, but I’ve never been made on a tail.” She kept her gaze fixed on the road, but the heat of his scrutiny made her squirm. At least the car’s movement created a rush of cooling air.
“And how many tails have you been on?”
“Probably less than you,” she admitted as she stepped harder on the gas. “So Nurse Cole is involved with whatever the doc’s into?”
“You know I can’t answer that.” Cody peered at the speedometer.
“What happened to trading information?”
“Don’t speed,” he said.
“I’m not speeding.” Okay. So she was—but only a little.
Merlene stayed well behind the BMW as she followed the nurse toward Miller Drive, holding out her right hand to test the blessedly cold air blasting from AC vents.
“She’s probably just going to the grocery store,” Merlene muttered. “Won’t even have time to cool the car down.”
Warren loosened his tie. “Glamorous work.”
Suppressing a laugh, she thought of the khaki shorts and sleeveless cotton blouse she wore, her usual surveillance uniform. Some glamour. In case she needed to follow a subject to a more formal atmosphere, she always kept a skirt and jacket hanging in the backseat. A good investigator was always prepared.
“I hope she is going to meet Johnson,” Warren said.
With both vehicles caught by a red light, Merlene scribbled the time and mileage in her notebook. “Why?”
“Because he didn’t show up at his office today.”
She raised her head. “Are you saying you don’t know where he is?”
He rubbed a hand over his chin. “Not at the moment.”
“Why don’t you have him under surveillance?”
“Good question,” Warren said.
“Well, well. I guess you should have let me stay last night,” she said, not even trying to keep satisfied amusement out of her voice. She couldn’t help but enjoy this turn of events. “I’d know his location if you hadn’t run me off.”
Warren answered with a strangled noise.
The BMW turned south on Galloway Road, and Merlene stayed with it.
“How long have you been a private investigator?” he asked.
“Two years. I work with D. J. Cooke Investigations.”
Warren nodded as if he knew where she worked, which she didn’t like one bit. But of course he’d probably verified her license was current and she’d paid all her fees. Fortunately her boss was a stickler for those kinds of details.
“I didn’t know D.J. was still around,” the detective said. “Tell him I said hello.”
Was that a note of respect in Warren’s usually overbearing tone? “You know D.J.?”
“He’s a good man.”
“He is, isn’t he?” She adored her boss, a distant relative from Missouri. He’d taught her how to follow a subject and not get nailed. D.J. was semiretired now, bothered by too many medical problems, but she’d heard tall tales of his exciting career, first as a cop and then a P.I. “Did you ever work together?” She’d love to hear another war story about D.J.’s time on the job.
“My dad knew him,” Warren said in a flat voice.
She threw him a look, but he stared out the windshield, his eyes fixed on the vehicle in front of them.
“Linda is turning into Norman Brothers,” he said.
“Shoot.” Merlene drove slowly past the gourmet grocery, confirmed that her subject had parked in its lot, then turned around at the next intersection.
“I don’t see Johnson’s car,” Merlene said as she drove through the jammed parking lot.
She maneuvered the Corolla into an empty space, then reached into a zippered sports bag in the backseat and selected a red wig.
“You’re going to follow her in?” Warren asked.
“Unless you want to.” Gathering her long hair into a bun, she tugged the wig securely over her head. The detective leaned against the passenger door to watch.
Hating that his scrutiny made her self-conscious, she checked herself in the rearview mirror, rearranged the wig with quick fingers, then grimaced at her pale face surrounded by a mop of hideous red hair.
Oh, definitely a glamorous job, she thought, angry with herself for caring what she looked like.
“Cole might meet the doc here,” she said. “Haven’t you heard the grocery store’s a hot spot to pick up dates?”
“Speaking from experience?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“There you go with rude questions again.”
He grinned. “That’s one hell of a wig.”
“It works.” She placed tortoiseshell frames with clear lenses on her nose. “I don’t want Dr. Johnson to recognize me.”
“The doc won’t meet her here.”
“Probably not,” Merlene agreed, “but it’s my job to confirm that. Stay put and keep the air-conditioning running.”
Without waiting for an answer, she stepped out of the car and breathed a sigh of relief. Detective Warren’s presence made the compact car feel like a toy.
* * *
CODY LAUGHED AS he watched Merlene half run across the lot and enter the grocery. Stay put? Where did she get her nerve? He should have arrested her for kidnapping him.
But he enjoyed the feminine sway of her hips, thinking good things definitely came in small packages. He smiled, guessing this was one lady who never resorted to the grocery to meet members of the opposite sex.
And a meet at a produce market wasn’t Richard Johnson’s style, especially since the good doctor wasn’t having an affair with “Nurse” Cole. Linda Cole had been hired only as a player in Johnson’s elaborate game of fraud and deceit. No wonder the wife got suspicious, considering how much time her husband spent with the bogus Florence Nightingale.
She’d be more likely to hook up with Sean Feldman, the attorney mastermind of the scheme, but a survey of the parking lot didn’t reveal either of his vehicles. Too bad. Merlene could have recorded Nurse Cole and Feldman together. That would be one nice piece of evidence against Feldman, the lawyer who filed lawsuits based on the phony injuries diagnosed by Dr. Johnson, allowing them to fleece insurance companies out of millions. Usually by quick settlement so the insurers didn’t have to even bear the expense of a trial. What an easy con.
So where was Doc Johnson? Had he gotten wind of the coming bust and rabbited? If so, he hadn’t cleaned out any accounts. Didn’t seem likely since he’d made a fortune off his various schemes, including a lucrative pill mill in Hallandale where any addict with an itch could get a prescription for a fee. Cody shook his head, thinking about the greedy physician who’d supplied narcotics to his sister’s husband.
Cody still searched for answers when Linda exited the store and loaded brown paper bags into the trunk of her white BMW. She lit a cigarette, dropped the lighter back in her oversize purse and climbed behind the wheel.
Moments later Merlene slid into the driver’s seat and yanked off the wig. “Oh, that itches.” She scratched her head, her own dark hair cascading to her shoulders in waves.
“You look better with your own hair.”
She stopped scratching and looked up, gray eyes suspicious. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She shoved the car into gear. Neither spoke for a moment as she followed the BMW into traffic.
“Looks like she’s headed home,” he said.
“She didn’t speak to anybody in there except the clerks.” Merlene sighed. “Just a routine trip to get groceries.”
Silence filled the car again. He studied Merlene’s face, trying to figure out why she intrigued him. He liked her, despite her interference. No question she was a looker. She had a fragile, porcelain look, although her attitude was anything but docile. She appeared to be a competent detective, but she was wasting her time attempting to catch Linda Cole and Dr. Johnson together in a romantic tryst. He ought to tell her and save her some effort. She had to be frustrated. He sure as hell knew how that felt.
Plus, he couldn’t help but believe her constant presence around the players in his case had somehow changed the game, had caused Johnson to vanish. The sooner she moved on to other surveillance, the better. This wasn’t just another case to him. This case involved a doctor more interested in cold, hard cash than healing patients, some of them patients like his brother-in-law.
“Have you recorded anyone going into the doctor’s house?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Nope. He’s pretty damn boring, if you ask me. His wife is probably well rid of him.”
“Because he’s boring?”
“He’s a crook, too, right?”
Cody nodded. “Listen... Mrs. Saunders...”
“Don’t tell me. I’m interfering and you don’t want me to mention anything about a police investigation to my client.”
“Actually, I’ve decided to help you,” he said. “I’ll save you the headache of following Cole around.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then call me Merlene.” She tossed him a look. “I don’t answer to Mrs. Saunders. That’s my ex’s mother, thank you very much. Not me.”
Amused by her prickly tone, Cody relaxed against the seat. He’d known her marital status, but now he knew how she felt about her ex.
“So how are you going to help me?” she asked.
“You’re wasting your time chasing Linda Cole. Dr. Johnson isn’t romantically involved with her.”
“My client thinks otherwise.”
Cody nodded. “He’s spending a lot of time with her, but only to make money, not love. They won’t meet outside the office.” He watched while she turned the information over in her mind.
“You’re sure?” she asked.
“We’ve got them on audio, and it’s all been pure business.”
“Interesting.” Merlene remained quiet for a moment. “But not good enough for my client. She wants concrete proof, and I can’t exactly tell her my info came from the cops, now, can I?”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t,” he said. Merlene’s sarcasm bothered him, but he wasn’t sure why. She seemed to take particular delight in antagonizing him. Hey, he was trying to help her.
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