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She found Maddox in her kitchen, scrambling eggs on the stove with a mug of coffee in his hand. The big, tough-looking cowboy seemed at ease in the kitchen, but his jaw was still set in that firm line, and when he looked up at her, a dark wariness had settled in his eyes.

He poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her, their fingers brushing. A tingle rippled through her at the heat, but he yanked his hand back quickly, then scooped the eggs onto a plate.

“We need to talk.”

Rose’s instincts surged to life, and she sank into the kitchen chair. She sipped her coffee. “You found something?”

He shook his head then joined her at the table, his big hands wrapped around the mug. “That’s just it, Rose. I ran a background check on Thad Thoreau and didn’t find anything.”

She frowned. “Nothing incriminating?”

“I mean nothing,” he said, emphasizing the last word. “As in the Thad Thoreau you knew doesn’t exist.”