Page 89 of Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Or maybe I did. Maybe it had to do with the sparks that seemed to fly whenever we were in close proximity.

I broke eye contact and turned to stare out into the parking lot. I’d finally gotten my life together. I was about to move into my house on my family’s land, and I was back together with Luke. Sure, he didn’t want to live on my land, and I didn’t want to leave it, but we didn’t have to make a decision about that now.We had plenty of time to work that out. Every couple had issues they didn’t agree on, right?

But even as I reassured myself about my relationship with Luke, I found my thoughts drifting back to Nash. There was something about the way he kept looking at me that had me fidgeting with my bottle, too agitated to sit still. He wanted something from me. Maybe he had a clue to a case we’d be working on over the next few weeks, and he was worried I’d tie it back to him. Or maybe he was up to something illegal, and he was worried I’d root it out. There were plenty of reasons for him to be staring at me like that, and I wasn’t sure I liked any of them.

I’d spent far too much time thinking about Nash Jackson, so I turned to my cousin and gave her a bright smile. “You did great on this case. You’re going to be an amazing private investigator, Dixie.”

Pride warmed her eyes. “You think so?”

“I know so.” I lifted my beer bottle. “We make a great team.”

Smiling, she lifted her glass and clicked it against my bottle. “To Darling Investigations.”

“To the Baumgardner cousins.”

Because it didn’t matter what else was going on in my life—man trouble, job issues, our dying grandmother—I’d always have my cousins.

What more could I need?