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   A delicious breeze tickled the air, and the little boat rocked gently. A fine line appeared between Renaud’s brows, and his blue eyes were, once again, serious. “I need your help.” 

   Anne stared.  “My help? With what? Translating?”
 
   “No. With something else. I have to find out who is behind the thefts at Karakuyu.” 

   The feeling of dread returned, but she forced herself to sound casual. “How could I possibly help you with that?” 

   “I don’t know.” He sighed. “I just don’t want to feel that I’m alone in this.”

   What could she say to that? Tell him she was the last person he should team up with? That long ago, she’d escaped arrest by the skin of her teeth? If she did so, this splendid moment would be over. The silver-foil glimmer of romance would be tarnished forever. He’d row back to shore, drive back to Gülkale, get rid of her as quickly as possible. 

   “Anne?” He reached out to caress her bare arm. “Come back from wherever you are.” 

   “You know nothing about me,” she said jaggedly. 

   “Nothing,” he agreed. 

   She swallowed. “I could be involved in the thefts for all you know. Why ask for my help? Why choose me?” 

   He smiled faintly. “A good question. I suppose, quite simply, I need—or want—to trust you.” 

   She felt utterly miserable. Why was life always like this? Wanting someone and not being able to have them? Wanting trust, but seeing it snatched away before it came close?