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CREPE MYRTLES LINED the streets, flowering sentries whose plump blooms spilled over wooden fences, dripping delicate petals over thick carpets of grass. But Mitch didn’t have time to notice the natural beauty as he drove away from the residential neighborhood. Beyond the nearly tropical flora, skyscrapers dominated the skyline, and he was wondering just which one of those concrete beauties held the secrets he was seeking.

From the green crest just off the Allen Parkway he had a perfect view. Yet that didn’t still the restlessness he felt. For an instant he longed for a smoke, even though he’d kicked the habit years earlier.

Instead, he pulled into a curved parking lot, scanning the other cars, looking for Laura’s. They had agreed to meet here this morning to get an early start. After the strained ending last night at his place, it seemed like a good idea.

He flat couldn’t figure out the lady. Just when he’d thought they were clicking, she froze. He couldn’t remember ever knowing a woman as uptight as Laura. Of course, she had plenty to worry about, but it was more than that. It was as though she compared every male on the planet with her scummy ex-husband. Still, that didn’t explain why she had jumped to her feet the night before when the phone rang, and dashed out as if intruding on an intimate moment rather than a mere phone call.

After all, he didn’t exactly try to hide his lifestyle. Laura was right about him knowing a lot of women. He liked women. In fact, he loved women. Just not one in particular. That was a luxury he had never allowed himself. There had been no one serious. There would be no one serious.

Having grown up as the only male in an otherwise all-female household, he appreciated the sensitivity, beauty, humor, even the sense of mystery of women.

But growing up this way, coupled with his years on the police force, had caused him to lose most of his illusions, including his belief in happily-ever-afters. While he had no argument with anyone else wanting to grasp that brass ring, it was tarnished for him. And despite Laura Kelly’s bad marriage, he suspected she still reserved a piece of her heart for a white knight. For her sake, he hoped one still existed.

As though his thoughts had conjured her up, she drove into the parking lot. With her usual energy she jumped out and then zipped over to the passenger side of her car.

Stepping out of his vehicle, he watched as she reached inside and unbuckled a child carrier. His stomach sank. The carrier wasn’t empty. Little Alex was inside. She grabbed an oversize bag, as well.

Mitch stepped closer and took the carrier from her. “What’s with the kid?”

“The kid is your client, too,” she reminded him. “Mrs. Plummer’s coming down with a cold. Actually, she just sneezed a little this morning, but last night I was thinking about how I didn’t want to wind up regretting that I’d spent too much time away from Alex, in case…” Her voice warbled before she got it back under control. “Well, just in case. I know we’re going to be successful, but we can still be successful and have Alex along with us, can’t we?”

Not allowing Mitch to reply, she walked over to his car. “The car seat buckles into any car and converts to a stroller. You’re probably more comfortable driving your car, so I’ll just hook this into the back seat, okay? Alex won’t be any trouble. He’s a happy baby and he naps, too, and—”

“Whoa! Don’t you ever come up for air?” Exasperated, Mitch stared between Laura and her unblinking baby. “Look, I don’t have anything against kid—uh, babies, but they don’t mix with investigations.”

“Pooh,” she responded airily. “While people are oohing and aahing over Alex, you can dig into all kinds of records. He’ll be better than a court order demanding the information.”

But Mitch didn’t share her enthusiasm. “Hey, I can understand your need to spend more time with him, but this isn’t the way to do it. In fact, I think you should take Alex home and let me get on with the investigation.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get rid of me just like that.” She snapped her fingers.

“Not exactly—”

“It’s not going to be that easy, Tucker. I still intend to help you. I know you think Alex will slow us down, but I promise you he won’t.”

Alex grabbed for Mitch’s keys, his toothy little grin irresistible. Mitch felt himself losing the battle. It was only one day, he reasoned. By tomorrow Mrs. Plummer would be back to normal and Laura would have learned that a baby didn’t belong in the middle of a tough search.

BUT A WEEK LATER, Mitch wasn’t certain who had learned a lesson. He was easing the sleeping child from the car seat. Laura’s hands were filled with the diaper bag, her purse and a portfolio of papers she had brought home to work on.

Her house looked shuttered as they headed up the sidewalk. Mrs. Plummer was at her place, her cold now a full-fledged case of the flu. Although Mitch suspected Mrs. Plummer hadn’t really been sick the first day Laura had brought Alex along, now the woman was genuinely ill. He also suspected she had become ill from stress. She seemed to think that Laura was deliberately keeping little Alex from her.

Mitch admitted he’d lost the battle with Laura. He had tangled with his share of determined women in the past, but none to equal an obstinate, protective mother.

Alex snuggled closer in his arms and Mitch felt a now-familiar twitch that he’d been ignoring. It was the same twitch he felt when Alex smiled, chortled or reached up chubby arms to him. But then, the kid was a charmer, he acknowledged. And it wasn’t as though he himself was a dog-kicking, baby-hating hardhead.

“It’s been a long day,” Laura was saying. “I can’t promise one of Mrs. Plummer’s home-cooked meals, but why don’t you stay for dinner. We can order Chinese.” She grinned, a flash of pearly teeth in the near dark. “Alex loves the fortune cookies.”

“Szechuan?” Mitch bargained, not particularly eager to return to an empty apartment or equally unappealing office.

“Why not? I live for adventure.”

Mitch smiled, even though Laura had turned away. He knew why she was especially cheerful. While researching the hospital records for births in Galveston they had stumbled onto a partial list of attending physicians. It was an unexpected bonus, since finding this information was unusual.

Mitch had cautioned Laura to not be too optimistic. The list wasn’t complete and so many years had passed. Memories might be faulty; some of the doctors might be deceased or unable to be located. Yet secretly he was very pleased at even this minor breakthrough.

Laura flipped on lights as they entered the house. “I have a menu from a pretty good Chinese place,” she remarked. “The food’s great, and even better, they’re fast.”

“Mmm. I think Alex is waking up. What should I do with him?”