consider it was Jesse Jamesâs loot. To his way of thinking, since that area used to be a popular hunting spot, the camera had picked up nothing more than buried bullet shells. Layla refused to believe her research was wrong. There was buried treasure somewhere in the south pasture, she was sure of it. And as far as who would not want to see her succeed in this project, that could be a number of people, including her parents. But she didnât for one minute think they would go so far as to sabotage the dig site. They were hoping failing at this would make Layla realize she should pursue medical school, after all. Then there was her older colleague Dr. Clayburn and others at the university who felt sheâd been too young and inexperienced for such an expensive project. Did the person who removed the marker actually think she wouldnât have kept the coordinates and just re-marked it? That she would give up so easily? She stopped pacing when she heard a knock on the door. The tightening in her stomach told her who it was. Why was Gavin here? She had spoken to Ms. Melody an hour or so ago when sheâd called to invite Layla to dinner. Layla had regretfully declined, knowing she would not have been the best of company this evening. Besides, she needed distance from Gavin. Evidently he hadnât taken the hint. The knock on the door sounded again. There was no need to pretend she wasnât there when Gavin knew she was. Crossing the room, she opened the door to find Gavin with a tray of food in his hand. âAfter you told Gramma Mel you werenât coming to dinner, she strongly suggested I bring you something. I believe she thinks Iâm the reason you didnât come to breakfast or dinner.â Layla moved aside to let him in. Tray and all. Especially the tray. Everything was covered but the food smelled good. âIâll let her know thatâs not the case when I talk to her tomorrow.â No need for him to know he had been a factor in her decision. âShe might not be here. Not sure when sheâs leaving, whether itâs tomorrow or the day after.â Layla closed the door and followed him to the kitchen. âLeaving? Ms. Melody is going somewhere?â âYes, to a library convention in Cincinnati for a week. But Iâm sure she wonât leave without saying goodbye. And if you expect me to take her place and make sure you donât miss meals...that wonât be happening.â She frowned. âI never asked your grandmother to cook for me, Gavin.â He put the tray on the kitchen table and turned to her. âDonât you think I know that?â âThen why did you insinuate otherwise?â âDid I?â She crossed her arms over her chest. âYes, you did.â âThen I apologize.â She couldnât help noticing how his gaze roamed over her. âYou changed clothes,â he said. Was that disappointment she heard in his voice? Seeing his gaze had moved to her chest, she dropped her hands to her sides. âI showered.â âI know. You smell good. And you look good in that dress. Nice legs.â She would have appreciated the compliment if she wasnât still so uptight about that marker being moved. âI want to go back out to the dig site tomorrow and look around, Gavin. This time I want to use my own detector.â âIf youâre still concerned about why the marker was moved, I might have a reason for that.â She came into the kitchen, trying to ignore the way he was checking out her legs and the way her nipples responded to his blatant appraisal. âWhat reason is that?â âClete. Heâs an older man we hired years ago to keep the grounds clear of trash and debris as well as repair anything that needs fixing. That way Caldwell and the men can concentrate mainly on the cattle. When I mentioned the marker to Gramma Mel, she reminded me that Clete has a tendency to move