"Ashley Tremain, get away from that cake!" a firm masculine voice bellowed across the room. The toddler obediently turned and smiled angelically at her father, who grinned at Eric. "Hi. I'm Gary." He pointed to his daughter. "Watch that one. She's a world-class con artist."

Eric shook hands with Lori's brother. He also had the Tremain brown eyes, but his thinning short hair was a slightly lighter shade than Lori's. Eric thought he remembered Lori telling him that Gary was an ...