I run my fingers through my hair, sighing. "That's the least of my worries right now."

Robert grins at me. "This wouldn't happen to do with a dark-haired woman, would this?"

I immediately straighten. "You found her?"

The reply is disappointing. "No. But the sketch artist you worked with… I don't know, Adam. The girl is oddly familiar. I just don't know where I’ve met her."

Hope renews within me. "So, you have met her."

"I think so. I just… I can't place her." Robert's brows knit together ...