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  Bending her knees, but keeping her upper back flat to protect the fragile lumbar area, Taki yanked weeds from between her plants. Working steadily down a row of Saint-John’s-wort, she considered her next step to locate the missing bowl. Where was it? She didn’t have any luck with the pawnshops. Could Reese’s logical methods find it?

  She sighed, realizing her thoughts had once again circled back to Reese Beauchamps. Certainly didn’t take long.

  A mockingbird chirped, flitted into a pine tree, then onto the iron railing of Victoria’s second-floor balcony where he began to sing in earnest. No lights were on in the master bedroom, so likely her landlady wasn’t home. Taki hoped Victoria was out having a good time at one of her clubs, maybe playing bridge.

  Victoria Van Buren, who’d just turned seventy, had once been her mother’s best friend and mentor. After returning from Asia, on what was meant to be a brief trip to see Navi six months ago, Victoria offered free lodging in a converted garage behind the main house for as long as Taki wanted, promising never to reveal her true identity to anyone. While waiting for the bowl to arrive, Taki had accepted Victoria’s hospitality.

  But now with the bowl stolen, everything had somehow changed.

  Taki loved her cottage, but definitely did not want to talk to Victoria tonight. Truthfully, she didn’t want to talk to anyone. That’s why she was pulling weeds in her herb patch, hoping to figure out what to do about her bowl and Reese.

  Because the universe in all its wisdom had linked Reese with her bowl. Once that connection was made, there was nothing she could do about it—no matter how much she wanted to never think about him again.

  Of course, it would be a lot easier to forget about Reese if she didn’t enjoy fantasizing about him in his bath. Maybe she needed to meditate more often. Or longer.

  What would Navi tell her to do? Spotting another weed, she bent over to extract it. No doubt Navi would teach something about seeking the truth, tell her that she needed to “do the work.” And, yeah, that actually did make sense.

  So she’d seek the truth. She’d continue to do what she could to find the bowl.

  But she needed to avoid Reese while she did so. She didn’t want to be reminded of her scheming father’s miserable world of excess, a place she’d vowed to never live again.

  * * *

  TAKI SMILED AT Benny in his usual front row space as she spread her mat for her Thursday evening class at SoBe Spa.

  “How is your shoulder tonight, Ben?” Before starting her classes, he’d had a frozen shoulder that he could barely move, the result of an old injury.

  Benny slowly rotated his arm and grinned. “Look at that. You’re a miracle worker, Taki.”

  “No, you did the work,” she told him, pleased by his improvement.

  She taught her most serious students in private sessions, the way yoga was meant to be learned, but she always found good energy with the friendly spa members. She enjoyed teaching here, and hoped she wouldn’t have to move again too soon.

  To think she’d actually been thinking maybe she could stay in Miami. She should have known better. Getting attached always led to suffering.

  For everyone, but especially for her.

  After three sun salutations to warm up, she settled into half lotus and surveyed the room on the lookout for curious aerobic or step class students who ventured into her class. They tended to overdo the poses, sometimes harming themselves. Once a personal trainer had almost blown out a knee. She’d warned him to be careful, but he wouldn’t listen, and had to wear an elastic brace for a month.

  Nobody new tonight, though, except— Recognition sent a startled thrill into her belly. Balancing on his buttocks, his arms wrapped around his knees, Reese sat in the back row, staring at her.

  She inhaled deeply to calm herself, surprised by her reaction. She’d been teaching yoga since she was eighteen years old, and never had such a disturbing response to a new student.

  But the sight of his bare arms and legs created a long, slow pull on her center.

  “Assume a comfortable seated position. Close your eyes and allow your attention to focus on your breath, inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils,” Taki instructed, relieved her voice didn’t waver. Yeah, that would inspire confidence in my students.

  “You’ve been in your head all day at work,” she said. “Now it’s time to come into your body.”

  A class opening she frequently used, but a bad choice of words for tonight, she decided, trying to block the image of Reese’s well-toned arms and shoulders. She regained her concentration by filling her lungs with oxygen and exhaling with a controlled, even release.

  She remained aware of Reese’s total attention as she led the class through warm-ups, sun salutes and the various poses she’d selected for tonight’s practice. Long used to students watching her, she couldn’t fathom why his intense scrutiny made her aware of herself as never before. The energy in the class felt sharper tonight, cutting through her distraction with a laserlike quality.

  Only Reese’s presence explained the difference.

  Why hadn’t she realized he might come to class? She’d encouraged him to try yoga, believing the practice would be therapeutic for him.

  “And when you’re ready, you can come out of deep relaxation,” Taki said softly, alerting her students that class time had expired. Sitting with her back against a mirrored wall, she watched Reese, who still lay in corpse position. She hoped he’d been able to relax. Buddha knew the man needed it the way he was always rushing around.

  Taki sighed at her ridiculous oath. When had she picked up that saying? Buddha certainly knew no such thing. In her never-ending search for a quiet mind, she’d managed to confuse the different philosophies she’d studied. Now with everything muddled inside her head, she’d never find the path to enlightenment and happiness.

  If only her bowl hadn’t been stolen.

  But she was probably putting too much faith in that remedy. Hadn’t Navi told her there was never one sure answer?

  With her hands steepled in prayer position, she nodded and smiled at her students as they streamed from the yoga studio, and waited for her last student to leave. Reese.

  He sat up, appearing more than a little dazed. But new students frequently reacted to their first savasana and deep relaxation the same way. Most people, definitely including Reese, were so stressed by a fast-paced life that their nervous systems remained in a constant state of agitation, which inevitably led down a path to one of the deadly modern diseases.

  He’d recover in a few minutes. Tonight was likely the first time he’d managed to truly relax in years.

  “How did you like the class?” she asked when his gaze sharpened and focused on her.

  He rotated his neck left and right. “Wow. I haven’t been able to do that in a long time. What’d you do to me?”

  “Nothing. You did it for yourself.”

  “Listen,” Reese said, rising and stepping beside her. “I need your cell number in case something comes up on the bowl.”

  “I don’t own a cell phone.” Taki rose and slipped on her sandals.

  “Seriously?”

  “Refusing to be at the mercy of a machine isn’t against the law.” She eased a loose gray sweatshirt over her camisole, feeling a slight chill now that she’d stopped moving.

  “Then give me your home number. You do have a landline, right?”

  Without replying, Taki removed her digital pla
yer from the spa’s sound system and stuffed it and other personal possessions into her class bag. She didn’t want to give him any phone number. She had good reasons to keep it private. Plus, it would be hard to avoid Reese if he could just call whenever he wanted.

  But what if, like he suggested, he needed to speak to her about the bowl? Well, if she gave him her number, he had to respect her privacy and promise not to share it. She needed to make that clear.

  When she faced him, his thick eyebrows were drawn together in puzzlement. No doubt he was used to women throwing their numbers at him without being asked.

  “Will you miss another meeting if we go upstairs for a cup of herb tea?” she asked. “Before I give you my number, I need to explain something to you.”

  He hesitated. “I don’t have a meeting, but...”

  “But you have work to do,” she finished for him. Of course. She should have known that he’d feel compelled to use every second of the day to work. Even at night. So Mr. Workaholic could just wait to learn her phone number until he had a spare second.

  He took a quick glance at his watch and sighed. “I guess I can make time.”

  * * *

  “THE PAWNSHOP DIDN’T have your bowl,” Reese told Taki as he relaxed onto a comfortable cushion. Until tonight, he’d never enjoyed this cozy nook of the spa where casual futon-style couches faced a picture window on the Atlantic Ocean. Five miles offshore, the lights of huge freighters glowed on the horizon.

  At the service bar, she examined various boxes of tea, selected one and poured steaming water over tea bags in two white foam cups. Always in a hurry to get somewhere else, on occasion he’d grabbed a cup of coffee at this free beverage station, but never knew they provided herb tea. No doubt Taki’s doing.

  “Lourdes promised she’d order biodegradable cups,” Taki said, frowning at the tea. “I’ll have to remind her again.”

  “All Jacques’s Hock had was a silver chalice from Hialeah Race Track,” Reese said. “Sorry.”

  She nodded. “I no longer believe my bowl is at a pawnshop. Honey?”

  “What?” he asked, startled.

  “Do you want honey in your tea?” She turned to him, eyebrows raised. “Or would you rather add another sweetener yourself?”

  They stared at each other across the tiny area, and Reese wondered at the uneasiness in her eyes. In the soft lighting, their startling blue color appeared subdued, but her fair skin glowed. What was she worried about?

  “Please,” he said. “And thank you.”

  “In fact,” she said, while dribbling the thick liquid into the cups, “I’m not at all certain that your bad guys even took my bowl.”

  When Reese accepted the tea from Taki, his hand brushed her slender fingers. She lowered her eyes at the contact.

  “Why is that?” he asked, enjoying the connection between them. Hell, for some demented reason he enjoyed himself whenever he spent time with Taki.

  “It’s a feeling I have,” she said. She parted her lips as if to say more, then pressed them firmly together.

  Wishing he knew what she was about to say, he said, “Do you always rely so heavily on your feelings?”

  She leaned back on the sofa. “What are you relying on to believe that Romero’s people took your briefcase?”

  “Clear, logical assumptions supported by indisputable facts.”

  “Well, my feelings may not be logical, but they’re usually right. Are your assumptions always correct?”

  “Not always,” he said, smiling at her perceptive question. “Okay. Then what happened to your bowl?”

  She stared into the white cup. “I don’t know yet.”

  “Well, I do. Believe me, Taki, I’m trying like hell to get my briefcase back. If I do, I’ll locate your bowl.”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  But Reese could tell she didn’t believe he would find her lost artifact. He looked forward to witnessing her pleasure if he did. He took a hesitant taste and found the brew sweet and refreshing.

  “What kind of tea is this?”

  “Rosemary. It improves the memory, so it’ll help you with your work later.”

  He stared into the amber liquid and shook his head at her constant attempts to help everyone. Then he grinned at her.

  “Maybe you drink too much of this stuff and that’s why you think you remember me.”

  “It doesn’t work that way.”

  “Do I still seem familiar to you?”

  “I don’t know.” Using her fingers as a comb, she absently swept her hand through her long blond hair. He wondered if the strands felt as soft as they looked.

  “Sometimes I tend to get a little carried away,” she continued, throwing him a quick glance. “Perhaps we did meet previously, and I just don’t remember.”

  “That’s much more likely than our introduction occurring in another life,” he said. Good to know she occasionally came back to earth.

  “But where?” she asked. She took another sip of tea, watching him over the rim of the cup.

  “In court maybe?” He raised his eyebrows, hoping she’d treat his next question as a joke. “Have you ever been up on federal charges?”

  “Heavens, no. Is federal prosecuting the only legal work you’ve ever done?”

  “Yes. I became an assistant U.S. attorney right out of law school.”

  “So you don’t take private clients?”

  “Never.”

  “Why is that?”

  Wondering where she was going with this conversation and why, Reese watched Taki nibble on her lower lip. She obviously wanted some information but didn’t want to ask directly.

  “If you need a lawyer, Taki, I can recommend several.”

  Her eyes widened. “I can’t imagine what would ever cause me to hire a lawyer,” she said with an emphatic shake of her head.

  Her response told him a lot. “I guess you don’t like lawyers.”

  He watched her suck air deep into her lungs, and then slowly release the breath.

  “What if someone sues you?” he asked when she didn’t reply.

  “Why would anyone sue me?” Taki balanced the tea as she tucked her bare feet beneath her on the couch.

  “What about that blot on your soul? That might cause a lawsuit.”

  “Maybe you don’t need my tea.” She grinned and shook her head. “You never forget a thing, do you?”

  Not about you, he thought, imagining a thousand ways a woman as beautiful as Taki could place her soul in jeopardy.

  “Lourdes says you want to run for political office,” Taki said.

  “Who knows?” He shrugged, caught off guard by her comment. His future political career must be the subject of widespread speculation if even Taki had heard about it.

  “So that’s why you’re a prosecutor, to get a reputation?”

  “I became a prosecutor because I want to put criminals like Romero in jail where they belong. I hate it when people break laws and get away with it. Justice has always been important to me.” Reese paused. Where had that disclosure come from? Something about Taki required honesty.

  “Or perhaps I secretly wanted to irritate my father,” he continued. “Dad believes that public service is for suckers and the way to practice law is behind a desk.”

  “So your father is a lawyer, too?” she asked.

  “Everyone in my family is.”

  “Everyone?” Her face fell, as if his entire family had been diagnos
ed with tuberculosis.

  “Well, almost everyone. My mother is a doctor.”

  “Oh. Do you have any brothers or sisters?” she asked. He thought her voice sounded wistful.

  “Two brothers and a sister...all attorneys working for my dad.”

  “Are you from Miami?” she asked.

  “Born and raised. How about you?”

  “I’m an only child.”

  “So why all the questions, Taki?” he asked, needing to get moving. “I thought you wanted to explain something to me.”

  She nodded. “I was trying to get a better sense of who you are. I’m a very private person and have good reasons for not giving my phone number to just anyone.”

  “I’m not just anyone. I’m a United States attorney, one of the good guys.”

  “Are you really?” she asked softly.

  “I put bad guys in jail,” he said, wondering about good reasons for not giving up a number. And why didn’t she have a cell?

  She nodded, looking away. “The thing is, you remind me of someone who isn’t very nice at all.”

  Startled, he asked, “How so?”

  She met his gaze again. “Always barking orders, always in a hurry.”

  That’s how she sees me? He groaned inwardly, knowing there was some truth in that description. “That’s how I get things done in my job.”

  “If I give you my phone number, do you promise you won’t give it to anyone else?”

  “If you don’t want me to, I promise I won’t.”

  She didn’t immediately respond. Instead she chewed on her lower lip again. Feeling uncomfortably like a teenager asking a date to the prom, he waited.

  * * *

  TAKI GRABBED A pen and a napkin from the service bar and jotted down the number of the phone Victoria kept in the cottage. How could she say no? Otherwise Reese could start prying into her life to find out where she lived. Didn’t the government snoop on everyone these days?

  She had no doubt he could learn anything he wanted through federal high-tech computers and gizmos, and there was no telling what he’d come up with.