Scene of the Crime: Killer Cove. Carla Cassidy

her back into his arms.

      “Is it possible he’s your secret admirer?”

      “I suppose it’s possible,” she replied thoughtfully. “But we’ve really had very little contact for the last five months or so. He’s one of the liaisons between the town and the company putting in the amusement park and we really don’t run in the same circles.”

      “And nobody else since Neil?” he asked.

      “No. I’m twenty-five years old and as of yet I just haven’t felt the kind of passion or love to bind my life with anyone.” Except gazing into Bo’s eyes definitely shot a tingling electricity through her that she tried desperately to ignore.

      “You and Shelly dated for about ten years or so. Why didn’t the two of you ever get married?”

      “I asked her three times after we’d finished college and Bo’s Place was up and running. Although she told me she was completely committed to me, she also told me each time that she wasn’t ready to take the final plunge.”

      “Do you know what held her back?”

      He frowned thoughtfully. “She didn’t like her job at the Pirate’s Inn. She was trying to figure out what she wanted to do...to be, and I think until she settled that she just wasn’t ready to be my wife.”