Obsession & Eyewitness. Carol EricsonЧитать онлайн книгу.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      MICHELLE STIFLED A SCREAM. She didn’t want the reporter to notice anything. Her heavy ceramic cup, its handle chipped, rocked back and forth on the porch. She crouched down, her toes inches from the petals clinging to the damp wood.

      She snatched up her scarred cup and swung around, ready to grab a broom and sweep the petals from her porch. She halted midturn and closed her eyes. Evidence. Those petals represented more evidence for Colin. Not that he wouldn’t believe her, but she wanted him to see them with his own eyes.

      She wanted to see him with her own eyes.

      “Good morning, Michelle. Are you okay?”

      Michelle looked up at the sidewalk. Tyler, Mayor Tyler Davis, plowed through the little gate, ignoring the reporters, and strode up the path, his arms swinging purposefully by his sides.

      Michelle shuffled closer to the petals as if to protect them from Tyler’s wingtips. He still hadn’t figured out that he was the mayor of a small beachside town, not a big city.

      “Hello, Tyler.” She curled her fingers around the chipped mug handle, the rough edge biting into her hand. “I still can’t believe it happened.”

      “Amanda should’ve never left Sergeant Stewart.” He shook his head.

      Michelle’s nostrils flared and her fingers tightened on the cup’s handle. “You’re not blaming Amanda for getting murdered, are you?”

      “Of course not. But if she’d…” He eyed Michelle’s face, so tight she felt as if one quick grimace would shatter it. Tyler waved his hands. “It’s a terrible business, and you were so close you could’ve witnessed the whole thing if the fog hadn’t been so thick last night.”

      A tingle traced a line up her spine and she hunched her shoulders. “I couldn’t see a thing. I just can’t believe it.”

      “Not great timing for the summer rush, either.”

      “You did not just say that.”

      “Say what?”

      Michelle jerked her head up and relief spread through her body like a drug. The news van was pulling away and Colin latched the gate behind him, crowding Tyler on the first step.

      Tyler shuffled a few steps to the side.

      Michelle leveled a finger at Tyler. “Mayor Davis here thinks Amanda’s murder is bad timing for the summer tourist season.”

      Colin raised his brows and stared down at Tyler’s reddening face.

      “I didn’t mean it like that, Michelle.” He thrust out his hand toward Colin. “Good to see you back in town, Roarke. Do you remember me?”

      Colin clasped Tyler’s hand. “Sure, I remember the Davis family. You own a bunch of property downtown.”

      “That’s right. Still do.” Tyler brushed a speck of dust from his sleeve. “I’m the mayor of Coral Cove now.”

      “Are you here in an official capacity, Mayor?”

      “Official?” Tyler rubbed his chin as if thinking it over. “Everything in Coral Cove is my business, but I’m here as a friend to Michelle.”

      Michelle pursed her lips. She’d always figured Tyler had constituents, not friends. And right now the only friend she needed was Colin. She shifted her eyes to the damp rose petals still clinging to the porch. Then she blew out a breath.

      “Thanks, Tyler, but Colin is here on official business, so…” She waved a hand vaguely in front of her as if to shoo the mayor off her porch.

      Tyler captured her fingers and squeezed them in a clammy grasp. “Let us know if you need anything, Michelle.”

      “I will.” She slipped her hand out of his clutches and slid the tips of her fingers in the back pocket of her shorts.

      Tyler shook hands with Colin again and sauntered down the walkway, his spine stiff with self-importance.

      Colin snorted. “Could the guy get any more officious?”

      “Don’t ask.”

      “I’m not really here on official business you know.” Colin slouched against the wooden post supporting the awning above the porch.

      “Yes, you are.”

      He jerked to attention. “You know something I don’t know?”

      “Look down.” Michelle pointed to the petals on the porch in case Colin had forgotten his directions.

      His gaze followed her pointing finger, and a quick intake of breath told Michelle he’d picked up on the significance. He crouched, his knee balancing on the first step.

      “When did you notice these?”

      “This morning when I came out to survey the hordes.” She tilted her chin toward the groups of people on the street, gawking around the yellow crime scene tape.

      He stirred the petals with his fingertip. “They’re the same color as your roses. Someone could’ve tracked them up to your porch, carrying them on the soles of their shoes.”

      Bending over to study the petals, she inhaled Colin’s fresh, masculine scent. It smelled better than the sweet roses, and her cheeks warmed when he met her gaze with his piercing blue eyes. Their intensity made her fear that he could see straight into her soul and read her thoughts.

      “Well, that’s a logical explanation.” She tapped her fingernails on the chipped mug. “And here I thought a killer had left his calling card.”

      Colin cupped her elbow as he rose, bringing her with him. Still maintaining eye contact, he said, “I don’t think we can rule out your first assumption.”

      A tremble rolled through her body. Colin must’ve felt it because he squeezed her elbow and ran his palm up her inner arm. His touch caused her nerve endings to riot and she shivered again.

      “D-do you think it’s a warning?” She pulled away from him and hugged herself. Not that Colin’s arms wouldn’t have felt a whole lot better, but he hadn’t come here to comfort her. Had he?

      “I think you need to be careful.” He brushed his hands together and shoved them in the pockets of his jeans.

      “I told Tyler you were here on official business just to get rid of him.” She inspected the handle of her cup so he wouldn’t see the hope in her eyes. She hadn’t been a silly twit in high school and she didn’t plan to take on that role now. “Why did you drop by?”

      His hands burrowed deeper in his pockets as he hunched his shoulders. “I wanted to check up on you. Rough night.”

      “Thanks.” Pleasure fizzed through her veins, pooling in all the right places. She could get used to a man like Colin Roarke looking out for her.

      Michelle jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “Do you want to come inside and have some coffee? Tea?”

      “Sure.” He pointed at the brown puddles on the porch. “Looks like you could use more tea yourself.”

      “When I saw the petals on my doorstep, I dropped my cup. It didn’t occur to me at first that someone could’ve brought them up here on the bottom of his shoe.” She shoved open the screen door, and Colin followed her into the house, dwarfing the small room with his large frame.

      “You have reason to be jumpy.”

      “Tea okay or are