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The old neighborhood hadn’t changed much at all. Same small duplexes, with perfectly neat tiny front yards. Doors had seasonal decorations, and front curtains pulled closed.
She followed the map as it led her through familiar streets. Connor certainly hadn’t strayed far from his childhood home.
Finally, her GPS calmly told her to turn into the next street and her destination would be on the right.
It was. A pin-neat, small yellow house sat on the corner lot, the driveway just after the house. Kennedy pulled into the driveway, and turned off the ignition, and looked at the house.
Very similar to her childhood home, she already knew the layout. Small front living room, kitchen and dining room side-by side behind it. A small bathroom and den or office toward the back of the house. Upstairs, there would be another bathroom, with three bedrooms, or maybe two with a junk room. The top floor might be transformed into a television room or hobby room. White lace curtains hung in the windows, and a black garbage can stood next to a green recycling container on the side of the small one-car garage.
Someone moved one curtain in the front room, near the front door. Connor, or someone, clearly was waiting for her. It was time to get out of the car and go see him.
As she stepped out of the car, she reached toward the passenger seat and grabbed her purse and her messenger bag. Standing up, she straightened out her clothes and took a quick look at her reflection in the car's window.
Just then, she heard a door open, and as she turned, she saw an older woman coming out her front door, a full garbage bag held in her hand. The woman stared at Kennedy. “Kennedy? Is that you?”
Kennedy looked at the woman more carefully, and suddenly grinned. “Ms. Jameson! How are you?”
“Mrs. Tanner now, but I’m good. How are you, kiddo?”
“Good, thank you.”
The older woman motioned toward the house behind Kennedy. “I think I heard you are an investigator now. Are you here to help Connor with finding Sage?”
“I am.”
“I’m glad. Then don’t let me keep you, Kennedy. Go see Connor, and it was wonderful to see you again.”
“You too.”
As she headed for the front steps, Kennedy smiled. Ms. Jameson had been probably her favorite teacher in high school here in Queens. How nice it was to see her again.
Raising her hand to knock, Kennedy didn’t get the chance as the door opened. “Kennedy!”
Connor stood in front of her, and Kennedy felt her heart sink. Nope, he didn’t have a dad beer belly, and he sure as hell wasn’t bald. Instead…he was a fucking hunk. Gorgeous. Every part of her body tingled seeing him. Shit! This was going to be worse than she thought… “Connor, hi.”
He held open his arms, and automatically, Kennedy walked into his hug. Muscled arms tightened around her, and as she breathed in his cologne, she realized she was about to make an ass of herself. Taking a deep breath, she hugged him back, and then stepped back.
Taller than she remembered, he looked down at her. “Here, let me take your bag. Come on in, I thought we could talk in the kitchen.”
“Sure.” She slipped the bag off her shoulder. “Thanks.”
Somewhat in a daze, Kennedy followed Connor down the short hallway to the kitchen. Damn! His butt looked amazing in those jeans. The button-down shirt fit his broad shoulders perfectly, and his slightly darker blond hair still was longer than his mom probably liked.
Connor had aged really, really well. Kennedy knew she was sunk. Anything he wanted; she was likely to give. Shit…


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