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Summer Marsh had suddenly appeared in the café.

Colt deliberately shut his eyes, then opened them again. She hadn’t gone. And she wasn’t alone. A child, a boy Colt guessed to be six or seven years of age, stood with her. The kid wore a too-big cowboy hat that rested on slightly jug ears. Colt grinned. Otherwise, the boy was pretty ordinary. But his body language suggested he wasn’t happy to be going out to dinner with his mother.

Colt realized Mrs. Marsh hadn’t seen him yet. An older waitress named Helen greeted Summer, grabbing a pair of menus. “How did the hearing go?” Helen asked as she directed them to the booth right behind Colt.

“Oh, fine, I guess,” Summer murmured. “The judge gave me six months to come up with money to buy out my ex.” She shrugged, looking dejected. “But the buyout’s based on an inflated price. To keep the Forked Lightning, I’d have to pay Frank three point eight million.”

They’d drawn abreast of Colt’s booth, and Summer stopped abruptly. “Mr., ah, Quinn, isn’t it?”

Colt rose politely. He’d been eavesdropping on her conversation with Helen. What Summer Marsh had said about the results of the hearing interested him a great deal.

“You two know each other?” Helen exclaimed. “Well, isn’t that nice. I hate seeing anyone eat alone.” Without fanfare, the waitress plunked Summer’s two menus on the table opposite Colt’s coffee mug.