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nickname again. What was the deal with that?

“Yeah. Brad was here last weekend, and he left it fully stocked.” Then it dawned on him. “That’s why

you call me Jay! You must have heard Brad say the name at some point, because he’s the only one who

calls me that. Everyone else calls me Jeremy.”

Haley stopped unexpectedly, and he nearly plowed over her. He grabbed her arms to keep her from

toppling. “Sorry,” she said in a quiet, far away voice. “You’re right, of course, that must be where I

heard the name.”

Something about the way she quickly agreed made Jeremy think she was lying. He was pretty good at

spotting a lie and Haley Thorne had just lied about his name. But why?

Chapter Three

Jeremy showered as soon as he stepped through the door of Brad’s cabin, then he called Brad.

Thankfully, Brad was obsessive about details, otherwise he might not have bothered to install a phone in

the cabin. Jeremy supposed Brad, being a doctor, would need a phone, even on vacation. Being a

detective, Jeremy did get to have some time to himself. Besides, all work and no play made Jeremy a

very cranky boy.

Of course when he called Brad to inquire about the little hottie next door, Jeremy was his usual calm and

polite self.

“Did you try and fix me up on a blind date out in the middle of nowhere, you piece of shit?” Jeremy

gritted out.

“Blind date?” Brad squeaked around a cough.

“Don’t act like you have no clue what I’m talking about, Brad, or I swear I’ll come all the way back to

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Columbus and pound your sorry ass,” Jeremy groused. “She’s a real looker. I’d say about five-four, one

hundred and twenty pounds, and so hot she makes you pathetically glad you’re a man. Goes by the name

of Haley Thorne. Ring any bells, Doc?”

Brad chuckled, the knucklehead. “So, you two have met already?”

Jeremy sighed. It was no use trying to understand a doctor, especially one related to you. “Yes, we met.

My damn car broke down and I had to walk, God knows how many miles. Her cabin was the first one I

came to.”

“That sucks.” He paused, then asked, “Then again, maybe not?” Brad’s voice had that silly tone, as if he


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