“No,” I reply firmly, but I’m only answering the first question. He’s definitely unstable, but that’s not something I’d tell Craig. Don’t ask me why, but some secrets of Theo’s I’ll always keep.
More softly, Craig asks, “Do you think it’s possible that he’s targeting you?”
The question startles me. “Targeting me for what?”
Still in that quiet voice, his gaze steady on mine, Craig says, “You’re a young, beautiful widow. Alone, in a new town, apparently with some financial means if you were able to afford the Buttercup Inn. The list of what someone like him might target you for is long.”
I don’t like the way Craig says someone like him, but I’m the one who started this line of conversation. I can’t back out now. “No, I don’t believe he’s targeting me for anything. Frankly, I think he’d b
