A Face in the Shadows. Lenora WorthЧитать онлайн книгу.
told you, I was occupied outside. The pool shed doesn’t have an intercom. But I’ll certainly have to remedy that.”
“I figured you were just giving me the big brush-off. You don’t want to be my friend anymore for some reason.”
She’d probably figured right. Why was he so scared of this? Maybe because he couldn’t stomach the thought of having her near, then losing her altogether? Which he was sure would happen.
He stared over at her, thinking that at least she had the guts to be honest with him. That was refreshing.
“What do you want?” he said, his tone brusque enough to hide his curiosity. She looked unsure and worried, and that was his undoing. “Kate, just tell me. If you really need something—”
“I need a favor,” she repeated, her voice low. “Can we just talk for a few minutes?”
He nodded, turned toward the back of the house, then held out a hand to let her pass. “C’mon, I’ll get us something to drink.”
“That sounds good,” she said, her sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floors. “Wow, this house is incredible.”
Parker whistled to the dogs to follow, then watched her face, seeing his home through her eyes for the first time. He’d often wondered what Kate would think of his house. Would she like it? Or would she think he was being pretentious and overblown? How could he explain to her that it had been important to make this old house shine again? That he did believe in tradition and family, in spite of not having those things himself? This place had been broken and abandoned, crippled much in the same way he felt at times.
Healing this house had helped heal him. A little bit at least.
She turned as they reached his office, bending down to pet the dogs. “What are their names?”
“Patch and Daisy. They’ve been with me since I came back.”
“Watchdogs?”
He nodded. “Sort of. And for companionship.” At her raised brow, he added, “They’re loyal and unassuming. They don’t expect much from me. And they rarely talk back when I’m musing out loud.”
She mumbled sweet nothings to the two animals, winning them over completely, then watched as they moved past her to the open doors out onto the terrace. Spinning back around toward Parker, she said, “Is this where you work?”
“This is it,” he said, suddenly feeling as unsure as she seemed. So he just stood there with one hand resting on his cane, watching as she moved around the big room. He enjoyed the way her eyes grew wide with each new discovery, the way she smiled as she touched an artifact or read over some of his framed original comic strips.
Then she lifted her chin, listening to the soft music playing through carefully hidden speakers. “You always did like Mozart.”
He was surprised but pleased that she remembered. “Helps me to relax.”
She turned at his desk and the sight of her centered there amongst his most intimate possessions did something crazy to his heart. All of his circuits were going into overload. Telling himself he just wasn’t used to company or such interesting distractions, he took his time enjoying this surprise visit. Then he remembered his manners. “I’ll go get that drink? Water or coffee?”
“Water sounds good.”
“Be right back.”
“Can I come?” she asked. “I mean, I’d love to see your kitchen.” Then she giggled. “I guess I’d love to see the entire house.”
He nodded, his heart twisting with a painful kind of joy. Kate was here in his house and he couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
In the end, she put him at ease in that Kate way he remembered. She laughed and chatted and commented on his expensive cooking pots and gourmet kitchen.
“I can’t cook,” she explained with a shrug. “Thank goodness for the microwave.”
Parker didn’t tell her that he enjoyed cooking and was pretty good at it. Maybe one night he’d have Brandon and her over for a good meal. Maybe. He’d been considered a nerd in college, so he didn’t want to come off as one now.
He handed her the mineral water in a crystal goblet with a twist of lime. “Here you go.”
“Wow, fancy.”
He lowered his head, mentally kicking himself for showing off. But then, he had crystal goblets now. Might as well use them for company. Of course, he was also blowing any chance he had of seeming macho, either.
“I think you’re the first,” he said to cover his discomfort.
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
“My first official guest.”
“You’re kidding, right? How long have you lived here?”
“A few years.”
“And you haven’t had any guests?”
“My sister and her family come for visits now and then, but no one from…the old days.”
“Probably good right now,” she said, sipping her water.
“You mean with all that’s going on?” He shrugged.
“I do get the local paper.”
“Yes.” Her expression shifted from quizzical to wary.
“It’s just horrible—Trevor finding that body, then we find out it’s Josie Skerritt. That, and all of this point-shaving business with Professor Rutherford and the basketball team. Then Cassie’s brother, Scott, being found dead because he was investigating it—well, it’s really put a damper on things around the college campus.”
Parker remembered reading about the point-shaving scandal at the college. Apparently Cassie’s brother, Scott, a local reporter, had stumbled across a point-shaving scheme involving the basketball team years ago, one that had caused Scott to have an accident when he was playing. It had ruined his hopes for an NBA career. Scott’s sister, Cassie, and a professor named Jameson King had broken the case but hadn’t solved Scott’s murder.
Did he see a question looming in her pretty eyes? Did she remember that he and Josie had been close once? “Have they gotten any new leads yet?”
“Not that I know of,” she said, her finger tracing the delicate design of the goblet. “I guess you’ve heard about as much as me. They’re worried now about the baby, since they haven’t found anything to indicate the baby died with her. We’re trying to find our own answers. That’s why we’re trying to track down everyone. Steff and Dee are cooperating with the police on the PR. There’s an alumni Web site set up to track our class—”
“Is that why you’re here?” Parker asked, his insides going cold. “Did one of your friends or the police send you to get information?”
“No,” she said, shock registering on her face. “Parker, honestly, I was just trying to catch you up on things.” Slamming her glass down, she said, “And no, that’s not why I’m here. But this is silly, so never mind, just never mind, okay?”
She turned to leave, but he caught her arm with one hand. “Kate, hold on.” He put down his lukewarm coffee then turned toward the hallway. “Let’s go sit by the pool and you can tell me the real reason you’re here.”
She followed him in silence, but Parker had to wonder if she’d come here on some sort of fishing expedition. Did she think he might know something about that body? Was that the favor she needed—to get information out of him for the police or her sorority sisters? But then, the police had questioned him just as they’d questioned everyone, and they knew where to find him.
He waited as she sank onto a white wrought-iron chair, then he sat down across from her, propping his feet on a matching table.