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“Of course.” I waited for him to leave, then took a quick video of the purse with my phone, swiveling it around to get a shot at all angles.

The purple silk lining was as clean and flawless as the exterior, and it smelled like new leather. The front flap was monogramed with an H.

The inside was empty except for a wallet, tucked at the bottom. A square, seafoam green wallet with a gold zipper. A wallet as feminine as this cabin was masculine.

I plucked it from the purse. The zipper was open. Inside was a folded twenty-dollar bill and a driver’s license.

Lily Green’s driver’s license.

Chapter Seventeen

Griffin

“Are you decent?” Knox called from the front door.

“No,” I lied.

He came inside anyway. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn. I was hoping to meet the chief. I’m feeling left out.”

“Mateo hasn’t met her either.” I nodded to the plastic container in his hand. “What’s that?”

“Breakfast.” He set it on the counter before heading to the coffeepot. “Remember at Christmas when that baker from California stayed at the hotel? We’ve been emailing, exchanging recipes. I talked her into giving me her cinnamon roll recipe. I made some early this morning, took a batch to Mom and Dad’s. Thought I’d drop some here too.”

“Thanks.” I popped the lid off the container and my mouth watered at the scent of cinnamon and bread and sugar. Each roll was as big as my face.

Knox had brought two, probably thinking Winn was here.

“You look about as tired as I feel,” he said.

“I am.” I yawned.

The coffee I’d been drinking since four hadn’t kicked in yet. I hadn’t slept well last night, mostly tossing and turning. Each time my arm would touch the empty side of the bed, I’d wake, worrying that Winn had left after another nightmare. Then I’d remember that she’d stayed at the hospital, and not long after I’d fall back asleep, it would happen again.

Finally, as the faint rays of dawn had crept through my bedroom windows, I’d decided to get up and work in the office.

“How’s Covie doing?”

“Better. Winn stayed at the hospital again last night.” Against my pleading texts for her to sleep in a bed, not that damn chair. But if I was in her position, I would have done the same. “Sounds like Covie should get to head home today.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“Glad to say it.” I didn’t want that so

rt of loss for Winn.

“What’s new?” Knox asked, taking a sip of coffee. “Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“You sat beside me at the rodeo.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do.” Since Winn had invaded my life, she’d been the constant focus. Before her, I’d head to the restaurant and let Knox cook me dinner once or twice a week.

“You’re serious about this one, aren’t you?” he asked.