Copper Beach

breakfast, you can tell yourself it was just a date, not a relationship, is that it?” Sam asked.

    “Something like that, yes. According to the counselors at the Summerlight Academy, I have serious trust issues. My father the shrink says I have commitment issues. The combination makes for a one-two punch when it comes to relationships.”

    Sam shoveled large stacks of French toast onto two plates. “Well, the counselors and your father sure got the diagnosis wrong, didn’t they?”

    She sputtered on a sip of coffee. “What?”

    He put the frying pan down on the stone counter. “You don’t have trust issues. You’re just real careful about whom you trust. And you don’t have commitment issues. You’ve made plenty of commitments, and you’ve stuck to them.”

    “What on earth are you talking about?”

    “Years ago, you formed solid friendships with Gwen Frazier and Nick Sawyer. You’ve maintained those friendships for years. You trust both Gwen and Nick. You made friends with Thaddeus Webber, a reclusive, highly eccentric old man who trusted almost no one. But he entrusted you with his secrets, and you kept those secrets. You dutifully appear in book cover photographs to help your father uphold the image of the modern family by choice, even though it wasn’t your family of choice. And last but by no means least, you are one hundred percent committed to your dog.”

    She looked at Newton. “One hundred and ten percent.”

    “See?” Sam set one slice of toast aside to cool. “You can and do make commitments. Ergo, the shrinks at the Summerlight Academy and your father have never fully comprehended you or your issues. But you al-ready know that.”

    She blinked. “Ergo?”

    “It’s a technical term.” Sam carried the plates to the table. “Thus ends the lecture for this morning. Let’s eat.”

    She went to the table, sat down and studied the French toast. Each slice was thick and puffy and golden brown.

    “This is the most beautiful French toast I have ever seen,” she said.

    “You are obviously hungry.”

    “Yes, I am. Starving, actually.”

    One thing about her association with Sam, she thought. She was getting plenty of exercise and burning a lot of calories.

    She spread a large pat of butter on the French toast and poured some of the syrup over the top. Working carefully, she forked up a slice of the toast. She munched and swallowed. And immediately went back for another bite. And another.

    They ate in a surprisingly companionable silence for a while, no conversation required.

    Eventually, Abby put down her fork and picked up her coffee mug. “What about you?” she asked.

    Sam paused the fork halfway to his mouth and gave her a look of polite inquiry. “Me?”

    “You obviously know how to make commitments. You’re certainly committed to keeping the secret of the Phoenix stones.”

    “So?” He ate the bite of French toast.

    “What happened with Cassidy? You said yourself that the two of you were very involved, to the point where many people assumed that you were either engaged or about to be engaged.”

    Sam lounged back in his chair and stretched his legs out under the table. “The answer is that I did consider marriage for a time. Everything about the relationship with Cassidy seemed perfect, maybe a little too perfect. But something was missing. I kept waiting for the click, you know?”

    “The click?”

    “The sense that this is the one. I never got it with Cassidy. All I can tell you is that while I was away on that last job with the private contractor, I came to the conclusion that it was time to end things with her.”

    “Instead, you came home to find her body in the lab.” Sudden comprehension flashed through Abby. “That’s when you made your real commitment to her. You committed yourself to finding her killer.”

    “She wouldn’t have died if she hadn’t been dating me,” Sam said. “It was our relationship that put her in harm’s way. I’ve known that since the night she was murdered.”

    “But if she seduced you and set you up for the theft of the stones…”

    “Doesn’t matter. I’m the one who asked her out on that first date at the gem-and-mineral show. I’m the one who introduced her to Frye. And I’m the one who continued to date her, even after she was hired.”

    “I understand.”

    Sam watched her for a long moment.

    “Yes,” he said. “I can see that you do. You’re the only one who does. I’ll get some