out of the car.
She peered around for signs of the Wife.
This guy comes with way too much baggage. Keep telling yourself that.
She didn't see Kayla's black Jetta anywhere on the street, but that didn't mean anything.
What could he possibly be doing in Scottsdale right outside of Charlie Maize's miniature doll shop? This had all the signs of big trouble.
Matt hadn't closed his car door before he was flashing his dazzling smile. "What are you doing here?" he asked, beating her to the question of the day. He didn't look at all like a cop. Sandals, shorts, T-shirt, body builder's physique.
Undercover and armed, she was sure. Making him even more mysterious and sexy.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," Gretchen said.
"I'm meeting--" He stopped midsentence and laughed.
"I should have known."
"What?"
"That it was you."
"What?" Gretchen's heart did a little backflip. He grinned wolfishly. "I'm meeting a doll repairer here at the doll shop at . . ." he checked his watch. "Nine thirty."
Gretchen stared at him. "Where's Officer Kline?"
"Busy. And he really isn't a street cop. He's a detective, too."
"He fooled me--parade work, uniform, the squad car."
That explained his air of command.
"That's what our superiors do to us when we cross them. They give us traffic."
"I thought that was only in the movies."
"There's a thin line between fact and fiction." Matt moved closer.
She could smell his Chrome cologne. Her favorite male scent.
He grinned, wide and exceptionally friendly. "The departments are collaborating on the cases."
"Why? Wait . . ." Gretchen paused. "Did you say cases?
Plural?"
"Charlie's sister died last year in my jurisdiction, and we're taking another look at the circumstances surrounding her death."
"I heard she died from an allergic reaction."
"That's right."
"And Charlie had a heart attack?"
"I'd like to tell you more, but you're friends with my mother. If she gets wind of it, the entire state of Arizona will be alerted to classified information. I won't look too good."
"You know you can trust me. Come on."
"All I can say right now is that we are looking into it,"
Matt said, the grin not quite as wide. "I seem to get every one of these types of cases." His eyes went to the doll shop window.
Gretchen knew Matt's secret: he had pediophobia, a fear of dolls. The big, hunky specimen of a man was afraid of dolls.
"Yes, I can see why this case would be hard for you."
Gretchen's lips quivered, and a chuckle escaped.
"See," he said, good-naturedly. "You find my soft spot, and what do you do? You make fun of me. Do you think I want to be this way?"
Gretchen rearranged her face to show concern. "Of course not. I'm sorry I laughed."
Matt looked toward the doll shop. "These are itty-bitty dolls, not enormous killer dolls. I'll be fine."
"I have confidence in you."
"We should go inside," Matt said, droplets of manly moisture appearing on his brow.
"When was the shop released from police custody?"
Gretchen asked to confirm Britt's permission to be in the shop last night.
"We finished up yesterday. It's all yours." Matt handed her the key. "You first."
"After you."
"I'm being polite. Ladies first."
"Yoo-hoo," someone called from down the street. Gretchen turned to see Nina hustling down the street from the north, Tutu in the lead. The dog wore a large ruffled pink collar and matching bows clipped to her ears. When Nina drew closer, Gretchen could hear Enrico, the ornery Chihuahua, snarling from a Mexican tapestry purse slung across her aunt's shoulder.
"Yoo-hoo," she heard from the opposite direction. April thundered at her from the south.
They all converged in front of Mini Maize as Gretchen unlocked the door.
* 5 *
Room boxes offer an excellent way to create a scene that is smaller than the traditional dollhouse. Art in miniature has been around since ancient Greece and still has an avid following today. Use your imagination to create your very own. Either purchase a room box or build one out of cardboard, plywood, or fiberboard. Then let the fun begin. For enhanced realism, you can build false walls with windows or doors and display scenic photographs behind them. Make window treatments from shelf edging, shades from mailing tape, or Venetian blinds from wooden coffee stirrers. Pa- per napkins make excellent bedding, after dunking them in a mix- ture of glue and water. Gift wrap becomes wallpaper, and refrigerator magnets turn into wall hangings. Common household objects will take on new significance as the hunt begins for new and creative ways to furnish your very special room box.
--From World of Dolls by Caroline Birch
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