Page 11 of His Forgotten Colton Fiancee

“Everyone changes. I’m getting older, I could find a good job with another catering company.”

“You can’t. Wherewould I get my blueberry muffins?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head as he grinned at her. They’d never been close, barely knew each other growing up, but lately she’d drawn close to her brothers. She wanted to have relationships with them, and since Demi’s disappearance, Quinn realized how precarious and unpredictable life could become.

Her thoughts went to the mysterious envelopein her kitchen. “Have you heard anything more from Demi?”

Shane coughed on his bite of muffin. He swigged more water, avoided her gaze. “Why would I?”

Leveling with him might be best. “I’m really worried about her. She’s all by herself, with a baby...and since she’s on the run, she could be staying in places that aren’t safe.”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” He ate the last of the muffin andwiped his mouth with the linen napkin she’d given him.

Quinn wished she’d been closer with her younger sister. Maybe then Demi would have contacted her, asked for help. And now that she and West were engaged, she wanted to tell someone. Anyone. A sister, who could keep a secret, a sister who would laugh and roll her eyes as Quinn went into poetic professions of how she adored West, what awonderful, generous man he was, what a cute butt he had...

Speaking of the devil. West’s familiar pickup pulled up on Main Street, parked. He got out, let out Rex and then locked the door.

Shane sniffed. Quinn didn’t care for the sound. It indicated her brother didn’t have a high opinion of the new guy in town.

The new guy who happened to be secretly engaged.To me.

“Nice dog,”she murmured.

“I like dogs.” Shane’s voice remained level. “Better than cops and better than FBI agents.”

West did a fine job of ignoring them both sitting across the street and staring at him.

“What do you think of him? I mean, he’s an FBI agent, but he seems okay.” She tried to keep the question casual, but couldn’t help peeking at West as he stopped to enter the small boutique whereshe knew he liked to buy Rex treats.

Shane shrugged. “I try not to think. He’s FBI, and feds aren’t any better than cops.”

“Our brother,” she began.

“Wasn’t talking about family.” Shane’s too-observant gaze sharpened. “You certainly seem interested in Agent Brand.”

Uh-oh. Quinn gave a little laugh. “It’s a small town. New people are always fascinating. And these days, I can’t affordto alienate potential customers.”

“He doesn’t seem like the organic type.”

Oh, I don’t know. He sure did like that farm-raised honey he put on me two nights ago when we...

“You okay? You’re blushing.” Shane finished his water.

Quickly she fanned herself. “Fine. Just hot.”

“It’ll rain soon. Cool things off.”

“I hope it doesn’t destroy the crime scene and the evidence.”

Her brother cocked his head. “Now you’re sounding like a cop. What gives?”

Quinn busied herself with cleaning the table. West’s lingo had filtered into her life. Soon she’d be talking in acronyms like he did. She needed to be more careful.

“Just a concerned citizen who wants things to return to normal, so I can stay in the town I love.”

Shane sighed. “Don’t go making any hasty decisionsyet. You need money?”

Deeply touched, she shook her head. “The Larsons gave me an extension.”