CHAPTER TWENTY
THEY SAT AT THE SMALL, wooden table eating hot dogs. Dini nibbled on hers, not really a fan of boiled dogs, but knowing she needed the energy it would give her.
Andy ate a chip, his brown gaze studying her carefully. “You don’t like your food?” His manner was almost hostile.
Dini set the hot dog down and picked up her glass of water. “I’m just a little tired.”
He watched her a moment longer. “Does your head still hurt?”
Of course it did.
Dini shook her head. “It’s fine.”
Popping the last bite of his third hot dog into his mouth, Andy leaned across the table. “Have you figured out who might have been after you and why?”
Dini frowned. “The only thing I can think of is my cream.”
He lifted both dark eyebrows in question.
“I developed this cream. The stuff in that jar
