Now That You're Here. Lynnette KentЧитать онлайн книгу.
the interruption. “Come in.”
Darren set a paper plate on the small table beside Emma’s drink. “Hope you’re not vegetarian. It’s ham and cheese.”
Her smile was a gift. “That’s perfect. Thank you.”
Backing out into the hall, Darren looked a little star-struck, the way he did when he met one of the jazz players he idolized. “Any time.” He left the room without a single smart remark.
Emma returned to the recliner and picked up half of the sandwich. “I don’t have to be back in England until just before the Michaelmas term starts. October,” she explained at his puzzled look. “And this is August. We should be able to check out a number of reliable sources and references in that length of time.” She bit into the sandwich and began to chew. Hard.
Jimmy took hold of his drink, then leaned back in his chair. “That’s not how I define seeing each other. We’ve got twenty years to catch up on. We’ll need quite a few dinners together, lunches, maybe a trip into the mountains…”
After a silent minute Emma put down her sandwich. “You do intend to discover the history of the medallion, don’t you?”
He shrugged, trying for detachment. Staying cool had always been hard with Emma around. “I don’t need to know any more than that it came from your dad.”
Despite his attempt to be gentle, her eyes flashed with indignation. “But he wanted us to find out the rest!”
“He was dying, Emma, and probably in a good deal of pain. Did you never think he might not have been…rational?”
“He was completely rational until the very end.” She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “Certainly he was sound of mind when he wrote that letter.”
She’d backed him up against the wall, with words if not in fact. But Jimmy fought on. “If it didn’t matter enough for him to have done something in six years, why does it matter now?”
“What reason could there possibly be to avoid learning everything we can?” On her feet again, she came to the desk and leaned forward, her graceful, long-fingered hands pressed flat against the oak-paneled top.
“Because—” Jimmy took a couple of seconds to get his voice and his feelings under control “—researching that piece won’t involve just reading books and museum catalogs.”
“I’ve been involved in historic research professionally for fifteen years. I know what kind of investigating is required. We’ll need to talk to people, perhaps visit the reservation.”
“Exactly.” He pulled in a deep breath. “And I’m not going back. Ever.”
Of all the reactions Emma had anticipated from Jimmy Falcon, this was not one. She stared at him in confusion, until the words began to make sense in her brain. “You won’t go back to the reservation?”
“No.” He sipped his drink, avoiding her eyes.
“When were you there last?”
Under the rich golden tone of his skin, his cheeks flushed a dull red. “The day after high-school graduation.”
She needed another moment to fully understand. “You haven’t seen your family since then?”
“There wasn’t all that much family to begin with. My aunt died just a couple of years later and my cousins left the rez for I don’t know where.”
The flaw in his argument was obvious. “If no one is there that you know, then where’s the threat in going back?”
“I didn’t say there was a threat.” Now he looked directly into her face. His gaze, so warm and welcoming only a few minutes before, had cooled. “I said I won’t go back. I don’t want to go back. I left that part of my life behind when I left the rez, and that’s where I want it to stay.”
She straightened and surveyed the man across the desk. From his well-cut black hair to his gray shirt and midnight-blue tie, he was the picture of success. There seemed to be nothing left of the wild Indian youth she’d known. The picture she’d retained in her mind all these years showed him balanced barefoot on the edge of a cliff, his hair long and straight and gleaming black under the midday sun, his brown chest bare and his muscular arms widespread like the wings of a hawk. Newly emerged into manhood, his energy and courage and mystery had enthralled her completely. They’d had one summer together, the kind of romantic interlude every teenage girl dreams of.
But that summer belonged to the past, and perhaps the Jimmy Falcon she’d loved did, too. After all, twenty years apart would make strangers out of anyone. This Jimmy certainly seemed like someone she didn’t know.
And Emma was suddenly too tired to push the issue further. However they spent their time together, she might find a way to change his mind about the medallion. Or perhaps she would pursue the research by herself. If that was all she could do for her dad now, then she would.
“I didn’t come here to argue with you,” she told Jimmy. “Let me call a cab to take me to the hotel and you can get back to work.”
He locked the box and medallion in a desk drawer, then got to his feet with a kind of controlled jerk. “I’ll drive you.”
Their trip to his office through the crowd in the club had been erratic and distracting. She hadn’t noticed his gait then, but she did now. As he came around the desk, he limped. Badly.
“What happened to your leg?”
Jimmy choked out a laugh. “Don’t beat around the bush, Emma. Let’s cut to the chase.” Resting some of his weight on his hands, he leaned back against the desk. “I was a cop a few years ago, and I showed up in the wrong place at the wrong time, during a gang fight.” His tone was casual, but the disability obviously bothered him.
“That must have been very difficult to deal with.”
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “I found something new to do.”
She tilted her head toward the door and the main room of the club. “Successfully, judging by the crowd.”
He glanced at the plate the server had left. “But not by the food. You didn’t eat more than a bite of your sandwich.”
Emma hesitated, and he nodded ruefully. “It wasn’t very good, was it?”
An apologetic smile didn’t soften the truth. “Not very.”
“Hard to ruin a ham sandwich and chips. But decent cooks won’t stay in this part of town.”
“So the music must be fantastic.”
Now he grinned, with pride. “Yeah.”
“And you have a responsibility to be here.” She turned to pick up her now practically weightless purse. “I think I should take a taxi back to the hotel.”
He shook his head. “I think not.” That seemed to settle the issue, for Jimmy, at least. “So, can we have dinner together tomorrow night? About seven?”
Her annoyance at his attitude regarding the medallion leaked away. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” Music flooded into the office as he opened the door. “After you.”
There was—always had been—an air of command about him she couldn’t ignore. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He returned her smile with the same appreciative grin that had snared her when she was eighteen. And did so again now.
On their way through the crush of people in the main room, he stopped at the bar and exchanged words with the woman making drinks, a pretty blonde with a figure Emma envied. What she wouldn’t give to be five foot five with a waist that small!
When they stepped outside, Jimmy touched her lightly on the shoulder. “I’m parked down here.” Emma turned obediently to