The Marine's Temptation

“No. Not nearly.” He faced the man behind the counter. “We’ll share a butter pecan sundae.”

Georgia read the menu. A butter pecan sundae had four scoops of salted-butter caramel ice cream, pecans and whipped cream. Drizzled over all of that decadence was hot fudge and a caramel sauce. Oh, my...

He put his wallet away, and they moved out of the way to allow an older man in line behind them to order something.

“Ice cream is one thing, but a party?” she said. “What kind of party is it?”

“It’s a fund-raiser for missing children.”

How appropriate. He couldn’t have done it on purpose, though. Had he convinced his aunt to throw the party? She didn’t think so.

“Didn’t she know about Jackson?” she asked.

“Yes, but it never came up after years went by with no progress in the search. And my dad moved to San Diego, where he lost touch with his family. I kept in touch with Kate, though.”

“You’re close to your aunt?”

“As close as I can be.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Close to him was his brother and sister. So maybe his aunt was sort of close. But not close enough to warrant talks about a kidnapping that happened before he was even born.

“What is her full name?”

He looked taken aback that she didn’t know. “Kate Winston.”

Winston. “Former vice president of the United States Kate Winston?” She opened her mouth and let out an incredulous grunt. “You’re kidding me.”

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