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it was nothing to the man he’d become. And in those jeans there was no denying that he was all man.
And the stupid fluttering in her throat reminded her that she wasn’t the kind of woman who was immune to Rick’s particular brand of masculinity. Not that she had any intention of doing anything more than looking.
‘There’s something up here.’
That snapped her to. ‘What is it?’
If only it’d give them another piece of the puzzle. Or, barring that, a clue as to how to solve that stupid coded message.
‘I’m going up.’
With that, he disappeared completely into the ceiling space. Nell paced down below. ‘What is it?’ she called up again.
‘Some kind of box.’
‘Are there any photos in it? A family tree or birth certificates or—’
His face appeared at the hole and he laughed down at her. ‘You really are the eternal optimist, aren’t you?’
Her face fell.
‘It’s locked,’ he said. ‘Here—I’ll pass it down to you.’
She had to stand on the chair to reach it. When she was on the ground again, he swung himself back down beside her. ‘Don’t worry, Princess. I’m a dab hand at picking a lock.’
She couldn’t drag her gaze from the box.
‘Nell?’
She swallowed and forced her gaze up to his. ‘We won’t need to pick the lock.’ She handed him the box and reached up to open the locket at her throat. She removed the tiny key it contained.
His gaze narrowed. ‘Where did you get that?’
She touched the locket. ‘This was my grandmother’s. And that—’ she nodded at the box ‘—is her jewellery box.’
He stared at her and the lines around his mouth turned white. ‘John Cox stole your grandmother’s jewels?’
She laughed. It held little mirth, though it was better than sitting in the middle of the room and bawling her eyes out. ‘I don’t think he stole them. I think he probably saved them.’
Comprehension dawned in his eyes. ‘From your father?’
‘From my father.’ Before she’d died, her grandmother had owned a couple of nice pieces. Nell had thought them long gone.
He slung an arm about her shoulders and led her back into the living room. He placed the box on the tiny kitchen table and pushed her into one of the two chairs. He sat in the other. Even though he’d removed his arm she could still feel the warm weight of it and the lean coiled power of his body as he’d walked beside her. He smelt like dust and something smoky and aromatic like paprika.
‘Aren’t you going to open it?’
Of course she was. It was just...she’d never expected to see this box again. She missed her grandmother. Seeing this only made her miss her more.
His face darkened. ‘Or would you prefer to take it back to the big house and open it in private?’
Her spine stiffened. Her chin lifted. ‘I never once thought you a thief, Rick Bradford!’ A temptation, definitely, and one she fully intended to resist, but a thief? No.
For a moment his slouch lost some of its insolence. ‘Goes to show what you know, Nell Smythe-Whittaker. My teenage shoplifting is on police record.’
‘I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.’ She pulled the box towards her, unlocked it and lifted the lid. Her breath caught. ‘Oh, her rings! I remember her wearing these.’ She had to swallow a lump. ‘My grandfather gave her this one.’ She touched a large diamond ring. ‘And this emerald belonged to her grandmother. The gold signet belonged to her mother.’ She lifted them out one by one and passed them to Rick.
‘The diamond and the emerald might fetch you a bit.’
‘I couldn’t sell them!’
She knew he wouldn’t understand her sentimentality, but...her grandmother was the only person in her life who’d loved her unconditionally.
‘How old were you when she died?’
‘Seventeen.’
‘That must’ve been tough.’
Sure, but it was nothing compared to all Rick had been through in his life. ‘Oh, look.’ She lifted a shoulder in a wry shrug. ‘John has left me a letter.’
He rolled his eyes. ‘He’s turning out to be the regular correspondent.’
Dear Miss Nell,
If you’ve found your grandma’s box then I expect you know why I hid it. I’m sorry I couldn’t rescue it all before your daddy got a hold of the diamond necklace.
She stopped to glance into the box. ‘Yep, gone,’ she clarified.
‘We only have John’s word it was your father who took it.’
‘And my knowledge of my father.’
Rick straightened. Unfortunately, it didn’t make his shoulders any the less droolworthy. ‘Hell, Nell.’
‘Hell’s bells, Nell, has an even better ring to it,’ she told him, resisting the sympathy in his eyes and choosing flippancy instead.
Who are you really angry with?
She cleared her throat and smoothed out the sheet of paper.
I know the old lady meant these for you, and I know you’d want to pass them on to your own daughters when the time comes.
Regards, John.
She folded the letter and put it back in the box. Silently, Rick put the rings back on top. Nell locked it. She pulled in a breath and then met his gaze. ‘Rick, would you please put this back where you found it?’
His head rocked back. ‘Why? You should at least wear this stuff if you’re not going to sell it. You should at least enjoy remembering your grandmother.’
In an ideal world...
She moistened her lips. ‘The set of master keys for Whittaker House are nowhere to be found. Until I find them I can’t...’ She halted, swallowed. ‘What I’m trying to say is that I can’t think of a safer place to keep them than where we found them.’
‘You’re forgetting one thing.’
‘What’s that?’
‘I know where they are.’
‘I’ve already told you that I don’t believe you’re a thief.’
‘No, but I do mean to make you a proposal, Princess, and that might change how you feel about things.’
NELL’S HEART STUTTERED at the casual way Rick uttered the word proposal. It held such promise and she knew that promise was a lie.
Oh, not a lie on his behalf, but on hers. She wanted to invest it with more meaning than he could ever hope to give it—a carry-over from her childhood fantasies of making things right over the locket.
The childhood fantasy of having one true friend.
But Rick didn’t know any of that. The man in front of her might look like the boy who’d starred in her fantasies, but inside she didn’t doubt that her boy and the real Rick were very different people.
Life hadn’t been kind to Rick Bradford.
And she needed to remember he had no