A Face in the Shadows. Lenora WorthЧитать онлайн книгу.
azaleas covering the grounds would burst out in brilliant color. Kate could only imagine how beautiful this place would be during the spring and summer.
But she wasn’t here to admire the scenery, she reminded herself.
“Now what?” she asked as she took a deep, calming breath.
Then she heard the dogs barking.
THREE
Parker glanced up from reading over some pamphlets and brochures the deliveryman had left. Patch and Daisy were going crazy out there about something. He’d let them stay out back after he’d shown the deliveryman the storage shed near the pool house. Watching them out the open French doors, he saw the dogs heading around the house toward the front.
Couldn’t be the delivery truck. Parker had seen it leaving. Maybe someone else was at the gate, but he wasn’t expecting anyone. Hurrying to check the security camera located above his desk, he rewound the tape.
Someone had definitely been at the gate, but he hadn’t heard the buzzer since he’d been in the storage house.
Parker blinked. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like Kate. What was she doing out there on foot?
Wondering what was going on, he grabbed a cane and headed up the central hallway toward the big front door. Maybe Kate’s car had broken down out on the road.
Hurrying toward the tall ceiling-to-floor windows, Parker checked the driveway but didn’t see any vehicles. And Kate was nowhere to be found now, either. But he could sure still hear the dogs barking.
He went to the other window, then stopped, his hand on a sheer white curtain as he watched a woman sprinting across his yard with Patch and Daisy hot on her trail.
Parker shook his head. “Okay, there’s a woman running across my property, with my dogs chasing her. Not good. Not good at all.”
His heart slammed against his ribs as he headed to the front door, planning to call off his dogs before they caught up to her. Just as he opened the door, however, she came bounding up the low stone steps to the wide front porch. And because she was looking back at the dogs, she didn’t see Parker standing there with the door open.
Kate Brooks ran right into Parker’s waiting arms, causing him to lose his balance. Parker was propelled back to the floor with a skid and a thud, his cane going in one direction as his body slammed down with a jarring hit. The dogs caught up, still growling and panting as their paws hit wood and scratched hard after Parker shouted a command for them to halt.
“Ouch,” Parker said once he was sure the dogs were secure. He steadied himself, then looked up, taking in Kate’s falling hair and wide, frightened eyes. “It is you.”
She stared down at him, her face red from running, her hands unsteady as she held them on his shoulders. “Uh, hi, Parker. Did you get any of my messages? Didn’t you hear me buzzing the intercom by the gate?”
Before he could answer, Patch and Daisy inched closer, Patch growling and Daisy whimpering hello to Kate.
“Down,” Parker said in a firm tone, causing both dogs to back off and turn in circles. “Sit,” Parker said, afraid to move in case he was dreaming. But the pain shooting through his leg told him this was real. That and the woman in his arms. “Patch, Daisy, I said stay.”
The dogs sat back to wait for his next command.
“That’s better.” Having settled his overly protective dogs, he centered his attention on the woman who’d just fallen with him. She smelled like spring and looked as though she’d been tossed by a strong breeze. He covered his joy and surprise with a glib reaction. “Let me guess? You were just in the neighborhood?”
“I did try calling you,” she replied as she pushed up and sank back on the floor to stare at him. “And I did try to buzz myself in.” Then she shot the dogs a wary eye. “Is it safe?”
Parker followed her gaze to the two dogs. “They’re pretty harmless. Unless I tell them otherwise.”
“Are you going to do that?” she challenged, that soft Kate smile on her face. “Since you obviously don’t want me here.”
“Depends.” He got up, ignoring his throbbing right leg, then offered her his hand. “Do you come in peace?”
Kate took his hand only long enough to get herself up and steady, then she stood back, straightening the lightweight navy hoodie she was wearing over a T-shirt and jeans. “I only came here because you didn’t return my calls.” Then she watched as he managed to pick up his cane. “Oh, are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Just peachy.” Parker couldn’t believe she’d gone to so much trouble, but he didn’t let on that he was impressed. “Did you stop to think maybe I chose not to return your calls?”
She circled him, her gaze sweeping over the long Queen Anne table and twelve matching chairs in the formal dining room just off the hall. “Yes, I thought that. But then, I also thought that even if you and I haven’t seen much of each other since college, I still consider you a friend. And friends help each other out. Or are you too far above helping a friend now?”
Parker stood back, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at her. “I have a lot of so-called friends these days, which means I have to be careful.”
She pulled the elastic band off her hair, then tugged it onto her wrist, allowing all that pretty hair to fall free around her face and shoulders. “So you don’t trust anyone, not even me? Is that it? Is that why you’ve been ignoring me?”
“I have to pick and choose,” he replied, wondering how he could explain this without looking like a pompous snob. “I don’t like to waste time and I especially don’t like interruptions. And lately, with all the media attention about Josie’s murder, well, as I said, I just have to be careful.” Then he shrugged. “I didn’t hear the buzzer earlier because I was out in the storage shed with a deliveryman.”
“Right.”
She didn’t believe him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t let you in.”
“Well, as you said, we’re all being careful these days.” She moved around the hallway, her gaze taking in the antique walnut hall tree and the Chippendale secretary. Then she whirled around, disbelief and doubt evident in her bright eyes. “Look, Parker, everyone in town knows you’re rich and famous now, so why don’t you just get over yourself and let me explain why I’m here.”
He leaned back against the secretary, a slight grin forming on his face. No one did self-righteous indignation better than Kate. “So you’re not overly impressed with my success?”
“Oh, I’m impressed,” she said, waving a hand in the air. “I mean, who wouldn’t be? This place is like something out of a Hollywood movie set. But I just never figured you’d go all cold and uppity to the point that you wouldn’t even return a phone call. This isn’t the press—this is me, Kate. I thought we were friends. Honestly, why’d you come back here if you don’t want to associate with anyone?”
He wanted to tell her that he’d picked up the phone several times, longing to hear her voice, wanting to find out what she needed. But he’d never dialed her number. Not because he was too uppity, but because he couldn’t risk getting too close again. So instead, he said, “I liked the house.” It was his standard answer when people got too personal.
She nodded, pushed her hair off her shoulder. “So you like your house, but not your friends? I thought we reconnected at the reunion and then…nothing. Not a word from my old buddy Parker. How rude is that?” She wagged a finger in his face. “I think you like being able to lord it over all of us.”
“I might,” he said, smiling at last. “So, is that why you broke into my home, to let me have it for being so rude?”
She held up a finger again. “I didn’t break in. The