Raleigh, North Carolina, Saturday, February 3, 5:45 p.m
Harry Grimes crouched next to a stain on Dr. Cassidy’s garage floor. “It’s blood.”
Steven turned to the elderly neighbor. “What time did his car leave, ma’am?”
“About noon. The doctor always stops and asks me how I am. He didn’t today. I thought he was preoccupied.” She wrung her hands. “I should have called the police.”
Harry stood up. “Did it look like the doctor driving?”
“I don’t know. I don’t see so well these days. I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you, ma’am. You’ve been a big help.” When she was gone, Harry met Steven’s eyes. “Nobody remembers seeing Genie Cassidy on that bus.”
“Steven, Harry.” A crime lab tech motioned to them. “Kent has something.”
Kent Thompson, CSU, was sitting at the doctor’s computer. “The doctor got an e-mail from Genie around eleven this morning, saying she was at the bus station and would he pick her up. He says he will and that he’s got their plane tickets for Toronto.”
“He was going to take her out of the country?” Steven asked.
“That’s what we’re supposed to think. Look at the envelope info on the two e-mails.”
Harry did and immediately saw Kent’s point. “Both e-mails were sent over the same wireless router,” he said. “The router here, in this house.”
“So whoever sent the e-mail was in this house,” Steven said.
“Exactly,” Kent said. “Genie’s message might have been sent from a PDA or a laptop. Either way, Genie was not at the bus station when she sent it.”
Harry nodded. “I’ll get out an Amber alert.”
Atlanta, Saturday, February 3, 6:05 p.m.
“Miss Vartanian, wake up.”
Susannah woke with a start. She’d fallen asleep in the chair next to M. Jane Doe’s bed. She blinked up into the face of Ella, Jane Doe’s night nurse. “What time is it?”
“A little after six. You have a call at the nurses’ station. It’s the GBI office.”
Susannah blinked. “Why are you here if it’s only six? Where’s Jennifer?”
“Jennifer got sick and had to leave, so I came in early. Your caller is waiting.”
Susannah took the phone from a nurse at the desk. “This is Susannah Vartanian.”
“This is Brianna Bromley, one of the GBI stenos. I have a message from Agent Papadopoulos. He wants you to meet him at the entrance of the ER. It’s urgent.”
Her heart began to pound harder. “When?”
“He gave me the message fifteen minutes ago. He should be there any minute.”
“Thank you.” Susannah ran, shivering when the cold air hit her face. She searched for Luke’s car, but instead saw a familiar face. “Jennifer? Ella said you were sick.”
The day nurse’s eyes were red, her face pasty. “I’m waiting for my ride.”
“You don’t look well. Have you been waiting long?”
Jennifer’s jaw tightened. “He’s an hour late.”
“How rude.” Just then a car entered her peripheral vision, headlights momentarily blinding her. She was blinking from the glare when it hit her that the car was black with its dark tinted windows up. As it approached, the passenger side window began to glide down and too late Susannah saw the glint of metal.
“Down!” she shouted, dragging the nurse to the ground. She heard the shot splinter the air, her head jerking up to see the car’s license plate as it peeled away. DRC119.
Horrified, she stared after it until a gurgling sound made her look down.
“Oh shit, oh shit.” Susannah dragged in a ragged breath, her eyes now locked on the red rapidly spreading on the nurse’s scrubs. “Jennifer. Jennifer. Somebody help.”
Jennifer Ohman’s eyes fluttered open. “Bobby,” she said. “It was Bobby.”
Footsteps smacked on the pavement around them and Susannah leaned closer to the wounded woman. “Bobby who?”
Behind her, tires screeched and a door slammed. “Oh my God.”
It was Luke, but Susannah kept her eyes on the nurse’s face. “Who is Bobby?”
“Move, lady,” one of the medics snapped.
Luke lifted her to her feet, his eyes anxiously examining her. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” Then she was crushed against him, his arms around her, tight and strong. His heart thundered under her ear. She gripped the lapels of his suit and hung on, pressing her cheek against his chest. He was solid. But he was shaking.
“I heard the shot. I saw you go down.” His voice was gruff, breathless. “Are you sure you’re not hit?”
She shook her head, wanting to stay where she was, safe, but she needed to tell him. Struggling for calm, she tugged on his lapels until his arms loosened. But he didn’t let go. She met those black eyes, once again her anchor. “She said ‘It was Bobby.’ ”
He frowned, confused. “Who’s Bobby?”
“I don’t know, but she said the name twice. ‘Bobby. It was Bobby.’ ”
His hands moved from her back to grip her upper arms. “Can you stand?”
“Yes.” She forced her hands to release his lapels. “I’ll be all right.”
He leaned over the gurney. “Jennifer. Who is Bobby? What about the girl?”
“You have to move, now,” the doctor commanded. Luke followed them into the ER.
DRC119. “Luke, wait. Luke.” Susannah started after him, but stumbled, still dazed.
“Susannah.” Chase was suddenly there, holding her up. “What happened?”
“I was just… standing here next to Jane Doe’s nurse. She was waiting for her ride and the car came. It was the black car, Chase. DRC119.” She pursed her lips, trying not to hyperventilate. “I tried to push her out of the way, but I was too late.”
“Sshh. Just wait.” Chase radioed for all available units to search for the black car. Then he led her into the ER as Luke came out of the patient care bay, his face grim.
“Jennifer Ohman’s dead,” he said.
Susannah had to fight to breathe. “She was standing next to me. She’s dead because of me. Gretchen was standing next to me. Oh God. Oh God.”
Luke took her cold hands in his warm ones, steadying her. “Susannah, take a deep breath and tell me exactly what happened.”
“It was the black car. It drove by, the window came down and I saw the gun. I tried to push her out of the way, then I heard the shot. I saw the license plate as they drove away. DRC119.”
“The same black car that followed you this morning?” Luke asked.
“You’re sure, Susannah?” Chase added.
She glared at them both. “Dead sure.”
“I’m sorry,” Luke said. “I didn’t mean to doubt you.”
Her legs felt like rubber. “It’s damn hard for me to believe, and I was there.”
“Why were you there?” Luke asked.
She blinked up at him. “Because you asked me to come down and meet you.”
The two men shared a look and Susannah felt a new shiver race down her spine. “You… didn’t ask me to come down and meet you?”
“Who called you?” Luke asked, very quietly.
“It was a woman. Her name sounded singsong. Brianna Bromley, that’s it. She said she was a stenographer in your office and that you’d asked her to call me.”
“I didn’t ask anyone to call you,” Luke said.
“And we don’t have any stenos named Brianna Bromley,” Chase added grimly.
Susannah’s heart had gone from racing to a slow, painful thud. “So I was lured.”
“I’ll trace the call,” Chase said. “Luke, did the nurse say anything before she died?”
“Only what she said to Susannah.”
“ ‘Bobby,’ ” Susannah quoted. “ ‘It was Bobby.’ Luke, if you didn’t call me, what are you doing here?”
“I got a call on the hotline from a woman saying she knew information about Jane Doe. It must have been the nurse.”
“But… If Jennifer called you, then who called me? And why?”
“We now know two names-Bobby and Rocky. One or both had to have been in the black sedan. I think they wanted you to see Jennifer shot.”
“So they had to know Jennifer would be standing there, too,” Chase said. “Which means either they were watching Jennifer…” He paused grimly. “Or we have a leak.”
“This doesn’t make any sense,” Susannah said. “Tonight I’m standing next to Jane Doe’s nurse and she’s shot. Earlier I was standing next to Gretchen French in the cemetery and she’s shot by Kate. Was I the target both times or were they?”
“I don’t know,” Luke said. “But Gretchen wasn’t shot by Kate Davis. There was at least one other shooter. Kate was murdered.”
“But…” She looked from one man to the other. “I saw the police draw their guns.”
“They never fired, Susannah,” Chase said gently. “We found the gun that killed Kate Davis. Someone was standing between you and Kate.”
“Off to the left,” Susannah murmured.
Luke leaned forward until his face was inches from hers. “How did you know that?”
She met his eyes. “The woman in black. Al knocked me down and I looked up and saw this woman, all in black, with lace over her face. She stared at me. Then she was gone, into the crowd.”
“Why didn’t you mention her before?”
“I thought she was a mourner. I thought Kate had shot Gretchen, that the police had shot Kate.”
“Can you describe this woman in black?”
Susannah puffed out her cheeks. “She was very tall. There were people all around her, but she just stood there, like a little pocket of… calm. I don’t know how long she stared at me. It couldn’t have been more than a second or two. It was surreal. Oh, and she had red lips. I saw the red through the lace. Her dress was long. Old. I thought she was old. Creepy.” She closed her eyes, visualizing the scene, the frenzied movement around the woman who’d stood still as a statue. “She was wearing a cape, edged in black fur. She looked like someone from an old photo.”
“What about her shoes?” Chase asked.
“Blue.” She opened her eyes and looked up. “She had on blue running shoes. Her dress stopped above her ankles, like it was too short for her.”
“Or him?” Luke asked.
“Bobby,” she murmured. “Or Rocky. Oh, hell. Who is Bobby?”
“Round puzzle,” Luke muttered.
Chase nodded grimly. “All yellow.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Susannah demanded. “Goddammit.”
Luke sighed. “It means that every time we peel away a layer, the onion sprouts a new one. You’re covered in blood again. I’m taking you back to your hotel.”
“I’ll go back up to ICU and get my things.”
“I’ll go with you.”
She started to tell him he didn’t need to babysit her, then thought of Gretchen and Jennifer and bit back the words. Maybe he did.
Atlanta, Saturday, February 3, 6:30 p.m.
“Is it true?” Nurse Ella demanded. “Is Jennifer dead?”
Monica’s mind tensed, waiting for the answer.
“I’m afraid so.” Susannah’s voice. “She was shot outside a few minutes ago.”
Oh, God. Jennifer tried to keep me alive and now she’s dead.
She felt a touch on her hand. “It’s Susannah. I have to leave, but I’ll be back tomorrow morning. I wish you’d wake up. There are so many things we need to know.”
I am awake. Dammit, I am awake. Frustration bubbled up and over, then stilled when she felt warmth near her face. Lips. Susannah pressed her lips to Monica’s forehead and her frustration mixed with a longing so strong it hurt her chest.
“Sleep,” Susannah murmured. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
No. Monica wanted to scream it. Don’t go. Don’t leave. Please don’t leave me.
But Susannah was gone.
Hot tears trickled from Monica’s eyes down her temples where they dried, unnoticed.
Susannah came out of M. Jane Doe’s room to find Luke had been watching her, his black eyes intense. She felt her cheeks heat. “She’s just a kid. She must be scared.”
He cupped her cheek, his palm warm and solid, and for a moment she again let herself lean into him. “You’re a good person,” he murmured. “You know that, don’t you?”
Her throat tightened. When he said it, she almost believed it. She pulled away, her whole body tense, her smile plastic. “You’re kind.”
Luke drew a frustrated breath and let it out. They rode down in the elevator and walked to Luke’s car in silence. When they were both buckled in, he looked straight ahead. “I promised Daniel I would watch over you. I can do that at your hotel or my apartment. I won’t ask anything except that you let me keep my promise to Daniel.”
She was disappointed, she realized. Which was petty and small… and human. What woman wouldn’t want a man like Luke in pursuit? But he’d given up. So easily.
You told him to. Don’t be snide because he listened. Still, she was disappointed. And too tired to argue. “If we go to your apartment, where will I sleep?”
“In my room. I’ll take the sofa.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
Atlanta, Saturday, February 3, 6:45 p.m.
“Are they gone?” Bobby asked when Tanner got back into the car.
“Finally.” He handed the DRC plates across the front seat. “I changed the plates. Now I’m George Bentley if anyone stops us. Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes,” Bobby said emphatically. “I’m glad you got back from Savannah in time to drive me. It would have been too hard to hit Oh-man’s chest from the driver’s side.”
“So, back to Ridgefield House?”
“Not yet. I got another report from my mole. GBI is closing in on Jersey Jameson. Apparently Daniel Vartanian saw a piece of his boat registration number on Friday.”
“So where do we find Mr. Jameson?” Tanner asked.
“I know some of the places he hangs. You ready to do a little pub crawling?”
Tanner laughed. “It’ll be like old times.”
“Those were the days. You’d find the marks, I’d go in for the lure. Some of those guys still pay me, cash deposits to my offshore account on the first of every month.”
“You were a good whore, Bobby.”
“You were good at finding clients who’d pay to keep their perversions secret. I miss those days.”
“We could pick up. Go somewhere else. Start over again.”
“We could, but I like my life now. Once everything dies down, I still want that house on the hill. It’s mine.”
“Arthur Vartanian will have left it to his legitimate children, Bobby.”
“But I have a legal claim. And soon his legitimate children will be resting alongside the judge and his bitch of a wife.” The words left a bad taste in the mouth.
“Well, when that happens,” Tanner said mildly, “you know what I want.”
“Grandmother Vartanian’s silver tea service.” Bobby chuckled. “Yes, I know.”
Atlanta, Saturday, February 3, 7:15 p.m.
“It’s nice,” Susannah said, looking around Luke’s apartment.
“It’s clean, thanks to my…” The thought trailed when he saw his dining room table, covered in a white linen cloth and set for two. He didn’t need a second look to know the china was his mother’s, as was the ornate silver candelabra that stood, ready to light.
Susannah was looking at the table, one side of her mouth turned up. “Your mother?”
“Yeah.”
Susannah smiled wistfully. “She nearly smothered Daniel with a hug. I like her.”
“Everybody likes my mother.”
“What about your father?”
“Oh, she smothers him with hugs, too,” he said wryly. “Pop has a restaurant with his brothers. Greek, of course. In the old days, Mama was head chef. Now my cousins take care of the daily stuff. Leaves my dad and my uncles time to finally enjoy life, but Mama misses it. She makes up for it by cooking for all my friends.” From his closet he pulled the suit from the day before and gave it a sniff. “Barely a hint of smoke and rotting fish.”
“Your dry cleaner delivers inside your apartment?”
“My dry cleaner is my cousin Johnny. He has a key. I get free delivery, he gets to watch the fights on my flatscreen when they’re on pay per view.”
“I wonder if he can get those red clay stains out of Chloe Hathaway’s black dress.”
“If Johnny can’t, nobody can.” His stomach growled and he rubbed it. “I’m starving.”
“So am I.” She hesitated. “I can cook. A little.”
“Mama said she left food in the fridge.” He went into the kitchen and she followed.
“Can I do anything?”
“Change your clothes.” He shot her a smile as he opened the fridge door. “Again.”
She looked down at her blood-spattered shirt. “I’ll be back.”
His careless smile disappeared along with her. “You do that,” he murmured, then began warming the meal his mother had left, still thinking about Susannah.
On the way to his apartment, she’d received a call on her cell phone from Gretchen French, who’d scheduled a press conference for tomorrow afternoon. “You might want to talk to her,” she’d told him when she’d hung up. “She still thinks Kate Davis shot her.”
“You’re sure you want to do this?” he’d asked. “Once you sit with those women in front of a bunch of microphones, there’s no going back.”
She’d gone very still. “Once I stepped on the plane yesterday morning, there was no going back, Luke. I knew that then. I’m all right with this. I’ll do what needs to be done.”
He’d been struck with a respect so profound… And on its heels had come a desire so intense it had taken his breath away. It wasn’t her face, or the quiet elegance of her manner. It was deeper. She was, quite simply, what he’d always been looking for.
Now, standing in his kitchen, he knew it didn’t matter what he’d wanted or what he’d believed he’d found. In front of the ER she’d been shaking like a leaf. Still she clung to him, trusting him. She was here now, trusting him to keep her safe. But until she trusted him with that soul she claimed not to want, nothing else mattered.
He’d put dinner in the oven to warm and was pulling the cork from a bottle of wine when the doorbell rang. Leaving the wine to breathe, he went to the door and looked through the peep hole. And sighed. “Talia,” he said when he’d opened the door.
Talia Scott held the leash of Judge Borenson’s bulldog. “You forgot the dog.”
“I’ve been a little busy.”
Her smile was sympathetic. “I heard what happened at the ER. Sorry.”
He sighed again. “I guess I should ask you in.”
“Oh, thank you,” Talia said dryly. “Such hospitality.”
He opened the door wider. Talia and dog came inside, the dog plopping down on Luke’s feet with an even bigger sigh, and Talia laughed. “Her name is Darlin’.”
He rolled his eyes. “Of course it is. Does she have food?”
Talia pulled a Ziploc bag filled with kibble from her backpack. “Enough to last you till tomorrow. Here’s her leash and bowl.”
“Nobody wanted her?” Luke pressed as she pushed the dog’s things into his arms.
“No. Borenson had hunting dogs the neighbors wanted, but nobody wanted Darlin’. I smell food.” Then she saw the table set with the china. “But you have company. I’ll go.”
She started to leave and he grabbed her jacket. “Susannah Vartanian’s here.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
“It’s not what you think. You should stay. Come on in. I’ve got a bottle of wine.”
He went to the kitchen, the dog literally on his heels. Every time he stopped, the dog lay at his feet. Every time he moved, so did she. “I can’t keep her. I’m never home.”
Talia sat at the counter. “Then she goes to the shelter. Then, who knows?”
Luke scowled. “You’re a cruel woman.”
She laughed. “And you’re a sweet man.”
He shook his head. “Don’t let it get around. Did you meet with Mr. Csorka?”
She sobered. “I did. He came with dental records, DNA samples, and pictures of Ashley with her trophies. She’s a swimmer. She’s earned a full college scholarship for next year.”
“It’s been more than twenty-four hours now. They could be anywhere.”
“True, but now we’re broadcasting the face of one of the missing girls to every PD in the Southeast. She’s seventeen for another few weeks, so I set up an Amber alert.” She leaned over, squeezed his hand. “It’s better than we had yesterday.”
“I used your-” Susannah stopped short, damp towels folded neatly in her arms, her gaze fixed on their joined hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone else was here.”
Smiling, Talia extended her hand. “I’m Talia Scott. I work with Luke and Daniel.”
Susannah shifted the towels to one arm so that she could shake Talia’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you. You talked to Gretchen French.”
“And all the other victims,” Talia said. “Except you,” she added gently.
Susannah’s cheeks darkened. “I gave my statement to ASA Hathaway.”
“That’s not what I meant. I spoke with all the women, making sure they understood their rights and the resources available to them.”
Susannah’s smile was brittle. “I’m a prosecutor. I know my rights. But thank you.”
“You know how to tell other people their rights,” Talia said, undaunted. “You might not think about them for yourself in the same way. You can call me any time if you’d like to talk.” She held out her card, her easy smile still in place.
Reluctantly Susannah took it. “Gretchen speaks highly of you,” she said quietly. Then she lifted her brows at the bag of kibble on the counter. “Is that dinner?”
Luke looked down at his feet and scowled again. “It’s hers.”
Susannah’s face lit up in a smile that made his chest hurt. “Oh, look.” She dropped to her knees, setting the towels aside, petting the dog’s head. “Is she yours, Talia?”
Talia chuckled and winked at him. “Nope. She’s Luke’s.”
“I don’t like you,” he muttered, and Talia chuckled again.
Then Susannah looked up at him, the smile still on her face. “She’s yours? Really?”
He sighed. “Yeah. I guess so, until I can find her another home. She’s Judge Borenson’s. If he turns up alive, she goes back to Judge Borenson.”
Susannah turned back to the ugly bulldog. “I have a dog. At home in New York.”
“What kind?” Talia asked.
“Sheltie. Her name is Thor.”
Talia laughed. “A sheltie named Thor? That sounds like a story.”
“It is. She’s in the kennel, probably wondering when I’m coming back to get her.” The dog licked Susannah’s face, making her laugh, and the small sound of joy took the pain in his chest and gave it a twist.
“What’s her name?” she asked.
“Darlin’,” he said softly, and she looked up, meeting his eyes.
“That’s nice.” Her smile faltered. “Do you always take in strays, Luke?”
“Not usually,” he said, then, aware that he’d been staring, looked away.
“We’re having wine, Susannah,” Talia said, taking pity on him. “Want some?”
“I don’t drink, but you go ahead. Dinner smells wonderful. Are you staying, Talia?”
“Yes,” Luke said.
“No,” Talia said at the same time. “I have to be getting home.”
“You’re sure you can’t take the dog?” Luke asked under his breath.
“Nope,” Talia said cheerfully. “My roommate said no more when I brought home the fourth one. I think she means it this time. So it’s you or the pound, Luka.” She reached over the counter, patted his cheek. “Just think what joy a dog can add to your home.”
Luke had to laugh at the sparkle in her eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Walk me to the door. It was nice to meet you, Susannah. Call me any time.”
Luke walked Talia to the door, Darlin’ at his heels once more. “What?” he asked.
Talia shook her head, her lips twitching. “Oh, baby, you got it bad. And she’s not Greek. What’s Mama Papa going to say?”
“Who do you think set the damn table?”
“Interesting.” She sobered. “Have Susannah call me if she needs me.”
“She’s just like Daniel,” he murmured. “They both just shove it all back down.”
“I know,” she said. “When do you want to leave for Poplar Bluff?”
“It would be easier to get Kasey Knight’s friends during a school day, but we can’t wait till Monday. Let’s leave right after morning meeting. We’ll be there by eleven.”
“That’s during church.” Talia considered it. “Poplar Bluff’s a small town. Let me contact the minister and see if they go to his church. That might be the best place to catch them after all. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bring me some leftovers, okay?”
“You could just stay for dinner.”
She smiled. “No, I really can’t. Good luck, Luka.”
Rolling his eyes, he went back to the kitchen where Susannah was tearing lettuce. He leaned against the refrigerator, Darlin’ at his feet. “She won’t stop following me.”
One side of Susannah’s mouth lifted in the half smile he’d come to anticipate. “Did you bring her out of the woods?”
“I guess in a way I did.”
She pushed him aside gently, grabbing vegetables from the refrigerator. “Then, there you go. Darlin’ is to you what Jane Doe is to me. And, to a certain extent,” she added, cutting the ends off cucumbers with more force than needed, “what I am to you.”
He wanted to grab her shoulders and make her look at him, but he stayed where he was. “That’s not fair to either of us,” Luke said quietly.
She dropped her chin. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” She swallowed hard, focusing on the vegetables she sliced with quick, expert movements. “Talia called you ‘Luka.’ ”
“My mother calls me that.”
“I know. So you and Talia are friends?” she asked carefully.
He kept his voice level, although her question set his heart thumping. “She’s Greek.”
“So? Do you know all the Greeks in Atlanta?”
He smiled. “A fair number. It’s a tightly knit community. My father and his brothers cater a lot of the weddings and parties. We know just about everyone.”
She tossed the sliced cucumbers into the salad. “Scott doesn’t sound that Greek.”
“Her first marriage. Didn’t go so well.”
“Hmm. I’m surprised your mother didn’t pick her for you,” she said lightly.
“She tried. Gave up. Talia and I are friends. No more.”
She turned then, her arms hugging the salad bowl. Her eyes met his and stayed, intense and filled with longing, and suddenly the simple act of breathing was an effort.
Abruptly she dropped her eyes and pushed past him to put the bowl on the table. He followed her, Darlin’ still at his heels, and stopped, staring at her back. “Susannah.”
“I need to go. I’ll sleep in Jane Doe’s room in ICU with the guard at the door if it will make you feel better. I promise.”
“What would make me feel better is if you’d look at me.” She didn’t move, so he gently grasped her shoulders and tugged until she turned around, her eyes level with his chest. He waited, silently, until she finally lifted her eyes. He felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. Her eyes that had been so careful, so guarded, now seethed with emotion, wild and turbulent. Hunger and interest. Denial and dismay. Knowing his next move would be critical, he cupped her cheek as he’d done before.
She turned her face into his palm and drew a breath as if memorizing his scent, and his whole body clenched. He knew he’d never wanted anyone, anything so much.
“How long has it been, Susannah?” he asked roughly.
“For what?”
It was a damn good question. “Since someone touched you.” He swept his thumb across her cheek to show her what he meant. “Since someone kissed your forehead.”
He could feel her turmoil. “Never,” she finally said.
His heart broke. “Not your mother?”
“No. She wasn’t a warm woman.”
“Susannah, did your father…” He couldn’t ask. Not after all she’d been through.
“No. But he wanted to. I could always tell. But he never did.” She wet her lips, nervously. “Sometimes I would hide. That’s how I found the hidey-hole behind my closet. I wasn’t hiding from Simon then. I was hiding from my father.”
Luke wanted to scream. To throw something. To kill her father. Ironically, Simon had done it for him. “Did he hit you?”
“No. Most of the time he just ignored me. Like I wasn’t there. Then sometimes he’d get this look.” She shuddered.
“And your mother?”
Her lips curved, bitterly. “She was a good hostess, kept a nice house. She was never demonstrative. Never paid any attention to us. Except for Simon. It was always about Simon. After he lost his leg, it got worse. And when we’d thought he died, when my father sent him away and told the world he was dead… that was bad.”
“What happened?”
“My mother was hysterical. She said she hated us, me and Daniel. That she wished we’d never been born. That she wished we’d died instead.”
What a thing for a daughter to hear. “So when Simon hurt you, you couldn’t tell her.”
She looked away. “She already knew.”
“What?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know how she knew, but she did. She told me that I was loose. What else was a boy to expect? But I wasn’t. I’d never even been on a date.”
“That’s vile, Susannah,” he said, his voice trembling.
She finally met his eyes again. “Thank you.”
Thank you. Her mother had condoned her own daughter’s incestuous rape and she thanked him for reviling it. He wanted again to scream, but he reined in his temper and softly kissed her brow. “You think you’re alone and you’re not. You think you’re the only one to do things you’re ashamed of, but you’re not.”
“You haven’t done what I’ve done, Luke.”
“How do you know? I’ve had sex with women I barely knew, sometimes just to numb my mind from what I’d seen that day. So that when I woke up at three a.m. I wouldn’t be alone. I’m ashamed of that. I want what my parents have, but I’ve never found it.”
“You don’t understand.” She started to pull away, reluctantly. “I hope you never do.”
“Stop.” He whispered the word. “Don’t go.” He touched his lips to the corner of her mouth. “Don’t go.” He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, just held himself there, a whisper away from her mouth.
After what seemed an eternity, she turned her head, just a hair. Just enough.
His mouth covered hers, carefully. Softly. Finally. With a whimper she relaxed into him, sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck, and she kissed him back. Her mouth was soft, mobile, and so much sweeter than he thought it would be. And then somewhere, somehow gentleness fled and he took what he’d needed, lifting her feet off the ground, pulling her up against him where his body throbbed and ached.
Susannah ended it too soon, pressing her cheek against the side of his neck. Then she pushed away until he loosened his grip and her feet touched the floor once more.
She held out her hand to keep him from coming after her, devastation in her eyes. “I can’t do this,” she said, backing away, then she ran to the bedroom and shut the door.
Luke’s teeth clenched as he called himself every name he knew. He’d promised her he wouldn’t ask anything more than to let him keep his promise to Daniel. He’d taken advantage of her, just one more person in her life to have done so.
Furious with himself, he grabbed the dog’s leash. “Come on, Darlin’. Let’s go walk.”