When she’d first walked in the diner, she’d looked at him as if she knew him. Now, he was positive he recognized her from somewhere.Then again, San Diego was his hometown. He’d probably gone to school with her.“Is the woman all right?” Justin asked.Shane met his friend’s stare. “I guess. She wouldn’t let me help.” Shane folded his arms. “Anyway, where was I?”“You were talking about bringing charges against the author,” Justin reminded.“That’s right.” Shane paused when the face of the woman in the booth flashed through his mind again. His memory opened briefly and he could see her laughing. She was younger then, and…was her hair wrapped in a bun? Couldn’t be. Most women didn’t wear their hair like that. He definitely knew her, but he couldn’t think of that now. Unfortunately, the mystery woman would nag at his subconscious until he found the connection.Trying to dismiss her from his thoughts, he leaned forward and rested his arms on the table. “As I was saying, I would like you to find out if I have a case against her—as long as I can find out who this author really is and where she lives.”Justin stared down at the book cover and chuckled.
