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“Don’t worry. I won’t ask why you think I’m on some sort of mission,” he said, putting a cap on the conversation.
She turned forward again, toward the garden. “Did you get much information during your bird-watching session today?”
She knew. Lacey Vedae knew what he was doing with those binoculars. Game over.
“Not much,” he said.
A pause spanned the distance between them. “Listen, Connor. I don’t know exactly what you’re trying to accomplish in those woods, but I’ll warn you about messing with the people who live in the Spencer mansion. You don’t want to do it.”
Could he still get away with acting like he didn’t know what she was talking about? Could he still be the innocuous country boy from Montana?
Worth a try. “I don’t mean to get involved in their business.”
He hoped the message held a double meaning for her.
“Do you have any idea what the Spencers are all about?” she asked.
“You’re a tenacious little devil.”
“That’s not the half of it, you know. If you take it into your head to go around Kane’s Crossing asking about that family, you’d best watch yourself. Half this town would go to war for them because that’s the way it’s always been. The Spencers have owned this town since the beginning, and some people don’t want that to change.”
Now he was the one turning toward her, too interested to care how his body language was giving him away. “How about the other half?”
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