Casey welcomed the spurts of business during the day that kept her occupied. Why had she started taking her coffee break with him? Eaten lunch with him? It was obvious he wanted to be left alone. His project consumed him. She had a hard time believing he wrote a book. He typed intermittently, using the mouse a lot as if surfing the web. Maybe he was doing research, but so much of it? And if Connelly was the model for the town in his so-called book, why didn't he ever ask questions about it? Wander around and soak up the atmosphere? Talk to anyone besides her?
No, something else was going on here. The more she saw of him the more convinced she became her instincts the day he arrived had been right on. Odds were he'd chosen Connelly because it was off the radar. A good place to hide out. Wh
