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With a grin, he turned and headed for Letty—the name he’d given his Lincoln after the stories of his pirate ancestor’s lady love.
There was an extra swagger in his stride as he thought of all he had to look forward to tomorrow.
A beautiful woman. Beignets. Painting her. And … anything felt possible.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“You’re back pretty quick. How was it? Tell me everything!” Jury’s words came rapid-fire from where she sat on the queen bed closest to the windows.
Imogen flopped onto her bed. “Dreamy. He’s amazing.”
“Seriously?” Jury’s face popped into her view, staring down at her as she stretched her arms over her head.
“Yes. Like …” Imogen sighed, not knowing what to say to describe the evening. “He’s just … dreamy.”
“You sound like you were just transported from the 1960s.”
“And so were his manners and charm and his car and his clothes. He’s, like … unbelievable.”
“Okay … that is not what I expected, but I’m game. Manners from the 1960s means he doesn’t fuck on the first date either, I guess.”
“He’s picking me up at ten tomorrow. He wants to paint me in his studio.”
Jury clapped. “Now we’re talking!” She fist-pumped the air. “Go allTitanicand let him paint you naked. Take that clutch too.”
Imogen laughed. “I’m not Kate Winslet, and he’s not Leo. He’s just?—”
“Oh my God, Im. I forgot to tell you,” Jury interrupted. “I figured out who the French dude was. I think anyway.”
Imogen sat up, her reverie shattered. “Who?”
“Leo. I did some asking around, and I am almost positive that’s his name. He fits the description of a guy named Leo Marchand. He has a marine salvage business down on the river. It has to be him. Sexy French dude in fancy suits with thick blondish-brown hair.”
“Jur …” Imogen thought of what Nic had said. “Maybe we should leave it alone. What if … what if they are alive and don’t want to be found right now?”
Jury’s jaw set, and Imogen recognized the stubbornness she’d known since childhood.
“Maybe so. But …” Her sister’s lower lip wobbled. “I have to know.”
Imogen reached out a hand to grasp her arm. “Hey …”
“No, Im. I can’t live with not knowing. All I need is a yes or no. I don’t even have to see her. I won’t dig further, but I need to know for sure, one way or the other, if she’s really dead. Okay?”
Imogen understood. Jury wasn’t the type to just let something like this go. And as much as Imogen wanted the truth, she couldn’t help but think of the sayingcuriosity killed the cat.Or like Nic had said,let sleeping dogs lie.They were sayings for a reason, and they carried truth in their simple words.
“Whatever you do, just … be careful, Jury. For them—if there still is a them—and for you. Deal?”
Jury nodded. “Deal. I just … want to talk to him one more time. Then … we’ll see. Okay?”
Imogen rose from the bed and hugged her sister. “Whatever the truth is, I love you, and I’m glad you’re my sister. If Keira is still out there somewhere, I know she loves us, too, and wants what’s best for everyone.”
“Yeah, thirty-six mil, some diamonds, and gold said that pretty loud and clear.” Jury laughed.
“True.” Imogen squeezed her again. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m wired. Want to order popcorn and watch a movie?”
Jury smiled. “With my big sister? Absolutely.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
