“Why don’t we go into the kitchen. We can sit at the table and talk.” Kate glanced behind her, making sure he followed. She pointed him toward one of the oak chairs around the breakfast nook. “Just sit down, Mr. McGrew.”
“Pete. You can call me Pete.”
She noticed the blueness of his eyes, how warm he looked when he smiled. He could probably get any number of secrets from people with his disarming smile and easy ways. “All right, Pete.” She glanced at the counter, toward Beth’s diary, sitting there and looking completely innocent instead of the bomb it actually was. She quickly looked away and headed toward her Krups coffeemaker. “I just brewed a fresh pot. Kona. Fresh ground. You’ll have a mug, won’t you?”
“I’d love it.”
Kate busied herself pouring coffee, her gaze flitting back and for
