Marilyn Pappano - Criminal Deception

Correction: He could think of something to say. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to say it or hear her response now. But even unpleasant conversation would be better than this awkwardness between them.

“So…”

She looked up.

“If you knew where Josh was, you wouldn’t be wasting time here with me.”

Her cheeks turned pink, but her gaze didn’t waver. “I didn’t say I was wasting time.”

“Yeah, but…” It had been pretty clear: She was in Copper Lake because she didn’t know where else to go, and with Joe because he was her only hope of finding Josh.

What if he gave the magazine to her? Would his brother be pissed? Or had he regretted running out on her, but just didn’t know how to find her since she’d left San Francisco, too?

Could he be responsible for putting her and Josh together again?

Maybe sometime. But not yet.

“I told you before, I’m not in love with Josh. I never was.”

“You sure fooled me. And him.”

Unexpectedly she smiled. “Fooling Josh isn’t hard. He expects everyone to adore him.”

Even though her description nailed his brother, he didn’t smile back. “If you didn’t love him, why did you go with him when he ran off? Why did you stick around all that time?”

“I don’t know. I guess the danger. The excitement. I’d never been with a guy that people wanted dead, unless you count the guys I dated in high school. My brothers were always threatening them. It was a big change from life in Kansas. By the time the excitement faded, staying with him was just habit.”

“And if you find him, if he wants you to stay a while longer…”

“I’m not interested. Neither is he.” She shrugged. “He’s got my cell phone number. You notice he hasn’t used it.”

The knot in Joe’s gut loosened, and for the first time since Marshal Ashe had walked through the coffee shop door, he felt some ease and, along with it, hunger. The sight of the waitress approaching with his salad made his stomach growl.

The woman set a glass of sweet tea in front of Joe and served diet pop to Liz, then presented his salad and a loaf of hot bread with a flourish. “The rest will be out as soon as you’re done with that. So…Liz, is it? Nice name. Short for Elizabeth?”

Liz nodded.

“Joe and Liz. Has a good sound to it, doesn’t it? Both short and sweet…but not too sweet.” She gave Joe a sly smile before strolling away.

Liz rolled her eyes. “Are folks like this with every single adult in town, or are you considered particularly needy?”

“Both. They think it’s unnatural that I haven’t dated since I moved here.”

“Why haven’t you?”

He speared a grape tomato covered with blue cheese dressing and chewed it while he considered his answer. People had commented on his single status; they’d tried to fix him up with sisters, daughters, nieces, friends. But no one ever asked him why he always said no.

“Things are different,” he said at last. “I used to see a fair number of women, and I liked most of them, but it never really meant anything. I guess I’m waiting for someone…” Who means something . Someone who could change his life. Someone who could break his heart.

Liz buttered a slice of bread, then set it, untasted, on the plate. “My dad used to tell the boys that you can’t win if you don’t play the game.”

“Maybe that’s part of the problem. It’s not a game anymore.”

“But how do you know one of the women in town isn’t exactly what you’re looking for unless you give yourself a chance to find out?”

“I know.” It sounded stubborn and more than a little sappy. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he did believe in chemistry. Attraction.

Like the punch to the gut he’d gotten when he met Liz.

Before he could make himself sound any more emotionally moronic than he already had, the waitress delivered their meal, and the next few minutes were spent eating, mmm-ing and generally giving the food the attention it deserved.

“I’m not a clingy woman,” Liz remarked halfway through the meal. “I know when to let go. If I didn’t need to find Josh, I wouldn’t have given him a second thought. He didn’t break my heart, and I’m not looking for someone to take his place. I’m certainly not looking for someone who reminds me of him as much as you do.”

Joe nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“We both have reasons why we should keep our distance from each other.” She picked up a sweet potato chip and concentrated as if dipping it into the ranch dressing was the most important thing on her mind. “After last night, I don’t think those reasons are going to be enough.”

He agreed. He shouldn’t have kissed her. He’d known that when he did it. But damned if he wouldn’t do it again given the chance.

And again.

“You could leave town,” he pointed out, even though the words made his fingers tighten on his fork.

“Or you could tell me where Josh is.”

“I don’t know.” He didn’t parrot the rest of his usual response-haven’t seen him, haven’t heard from him. He didn’t want to lie to her, not again, until he had no other choice.

“Then I can’t leave.”

“Is it money? Is that what he took? Because if you need money, I have some. You can consider it my last favor to Josh.”

She shook her head, then finally dropped the chip, soggy now from its time in the dressing.

“What then? Jewelry? A family heirloom? Some sort of keepsake?” He pushed his plate away so he could rest his arms on the table. “If he stole anything of value, Liz, it’s gone. He sold it or pawned it, and finding him won’t change that. You’ll never get it back.”

Once more she shook her head.

Now he was bewildered. “What else could be so important? You said it’s not a child.”

“Absolutely not.” Her vehemence was just right to feel real.

“Does he have some sort of evidence against you? Proof that you did…something?” The image of Liz committing a crime, even something minor, refused to form. Josh was the criminal here, not her. She was a good person, friendly to Natalia, who didn’t make friendliness easy for most people, and kind to the dogs. She liked people, and they liked her. She was honest and real.

And so was Josh, when he wanted to be.

She’d liked the excitement of dating the bad boy. She’d known what he was and she’d stuck around anyway, for more than two years. What exactly did that say about her character?

If Josh could fool people into trusting him, so could she. She’d had a long time to learn the art of manipulation from a master.

But Joe didn’t want to believe it. Not when he wanted to have wickedly good sex with her.

“No evidence,” she said without even a hint of offense. “I don’t share Josh’s disdain for the law. The worst thing I’ve ever done is speed, and I like to jaywalk from time to time.”

“So now I know what it isn’t.” If he believed her, and for whatever reasons-trust, lust-he did. “Are you ever going to tell me what it is?”

“Someday.” But she replied with such a wistful note that this time he was pretty sure he couldn’t believe her.

After lunch, Joe returned to the coffee shop, and Liz headed home. She should call Mika as soon as she got there and rely on her to smack some sense into her. Being chastised by Mika was always a sobering experience.

As she approached the cottages, she pulled out her cell phone, but when she saw Natalia cautiously backing out of Joe’s house, she put it back in her pocket. All that rain the day before, but the grass was dry as she crossed it. “Hi.”

Natalia startled and closed the door the last few inches with a thud. From the other side came Bear’s frantic barks and Elizabeth ’s most piercing wail. Glancing over her shoulder, she locked the door, then came to the top of the steps. “If you’re not careful, Elizabeth will escape, and Bear goes with her.”