"No," Mike said at last. "Not yet, anyway. Are you sure there's nothing else you want to tell us?" Those golden eyes seemed to bore right into her.

"Yes. No." She wet her lips. "I mean, I'm not sure."

Beside her Riley stirred and reached a hand out to stroke her cheek.

"Maybe it's my turn to interject something." He cleared his throat. "It seems to me the two of you are dancing around two critical items. He held up a finger. "One. Are you related? Two." He held ...