Casey set the carafe on the burner and turned to watch the stranger from the safety of the counter. She'd spotted him the minute he walked into the restaurant. Connelly was small enough she was acquainted with just about everyone who came to the Half 'n Half, and she didn't know him. Tall and lean, with thick midnight-black hair worn a little long, high cheekbones and a square jaw, he had a powerful aura of masculinity surrounding him. But it was an aura that flickered. He'd hesitated at the ...