Сандра Браун - Thick as Thieves

“No, it needs to come down.”

He looked over at the piano. “What about that?”

“I’ve already notified a day care center that it’s theirs for the taking.”

“Nice.”

She took a deep and weary breath. “I also must see to Lisa’s affairs in Dallas. There’s a multitude of them.”

“That’s what the lawyers on retainer are for.”

“I know. But there will be so much I must personally handle. Sorting through her effects, and what’s left of Wallace’s. The house will have to be sold. I can enlist Helena to help, but, largely, decisions on how to dispense with it all will fall to me. It’s exhausting just thinking about it.”

“Then stop thinking about it. It’ll get done. Operating capital won’t be a problem for you. You’re going to be rich.”

“Yes.”

“Try to contain your happiness.”

She acknowledged that he was being facetious. “Wealth was Lisa’s ambition, not mine. I’m grateful for the financial security, but I’m going to make a business of giving large portions of it away.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to establish a foundation that will benefit a number of charities.”

“Yeah? That’s great. Can I make a pitch for veterans’ organizations?”

“Submit a list. They’ll be first in line for consideration.” She smiled at him, but her thoughts were serious. “There’s a lot I’ll have to learn. It will be a full-time job, but it so happens that I need a full-time job, and overseeing something like this excites me. It feels right, like this is what I’ve been seeking, like this is what I was intended for and just didn’t know it yet.” Her throat tightened. “I just wish this epiphany hadn’t come about the way it did.”

He gave her a moment, then said, “Well, before you start giving away your fortune, don’t forget that you owe me a hundred bucks.”

“Eighty-five.”

“How’s that?”

“I’m knocking off fifteen for the house key you entitled yourself to.” They smiled at each other, then she said, “Enough about me. Have you been to see your uncle?”

“Yesterday for about an hour. I took him a pint of Blue Bell, which he didn’t share. He’s greedy with his ice cream.”

“What about the staffer who raised the bogus alarm?”

“George sniffed her out in no time. She was young, green. Rusty had flirted with her the morning he was there, and had made an impression, so when he called and asked her to help him pull a prank—”

“A prank ?”

“Well, she didn’t know any better and meant no harm. She learned a lesson, though. George is pushing for the center to adopt a stricter security policy.”

“I trust George will get it done.”

“Oh, you can count on it.”

She hesitated.

“What?”

“I wish I could have known your uncle Henry, before.”

“So do I. You would’ve liked him. Everybody did. I miss him.”

His expression was wistful and sad, and it broke her heart for him. Looking away, she stretched her neck and shoulders. She was so very tired. “Are Crystal and Marty back yet? Do they know that Rusty is over and out?”

“They do. They’re celebrating in New Orleans.”

“Is New Orleans braced for Marty?”

“I doubt it. She got a piercing.”

“On what?”

“I was afraid to ask.”

Arden smiled, then asked quietly, “Did you tell them about Lisa?”

“Yes.”

“Everything?”

“Yes. I figured you would rather me tell them than for them to hear a distorted version through the grapevine.”

“Yes, I would. Thank you.”

“They sent their condolences.”

Nodding, her gaze went back to the flickering candles on the mantel. They reminded her of a church altar, which prompted her to say, “Maybe I should have had a clergyman there today. Under the circumstances, it didn’t seem appropriate.”

“I don’t believe there are any rules about what’s appropriate in a situation like yours. Even if there are, it was your decision to make.”

“There were just the three of us. The funeral director, Helena, and me. For the homecoming queen.”

Her voice cracked, and she tilted toward him. His arms caught her, pulled her against his chest, and tucked her head beneath his chin. “You’ve asked about everybody else. How are you ?”

“Very glad that you showed up just now.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know how you’d take to me. After knowing.”

“I take to you, Ledge.” She hugged him tighter.

“Yeah?”

“In a big way.”

“Thank Christ.”

He tipped her head back, ran his thumb over her lower lip, then kissed her like his very life depended on it. She curved her arm around his neck and, pulling her mouth free of his, gasped, “Lay me down, Ledge.”

They got to the floor. He worked her skirt up over her hips and peeled her panties away. He was only halfway done with his fly when she impatiently pushed his hands aside and finished the job.

They mated fast and feverishly, and, when she cried out his name, he gave one final push and grafted himself to her.

When both were spent, he settled onto her. Gradually they regained their senses as well as their breath. Her fingers drifted through his hair and cupped the back of his head.

“Am I a horrible person?” she whispered.

He raised his head and looked down into her face, brushing back strands of hair that were stuck to her cheek. By tears. “What’s the matter?”

“I buried my sister today. But more than anything I wanted—needed—this.”

“Sex.”

She began to cry in earnest.

He gathered her close and turned them until she was lying on top of him. “You need this, too.”

And he held her to him, his large, capable hands stroking her while she mourned.

An hour passed before they finally got up and righted their clothing. She collected her handbag and her shoes, then went up on tiptoe and gave him a tender kiss. “Thank you.”

Possessively, he curved his hand around her neck and brushed her jawline with his thumb. “It was my pleasure.”

She placed her hand on his chest. “I got your shirt wet.”

“Anytime.”

She rested her cheek on his chest again. “Lisa did a terrible thing, but it doesn’t cancel all the wonderful things she did for me. Essentially she gave up her young adulthood for me. I loved her, and I know she loved me.”

“No one could argue that.” He kissed the top of her head, then leaned away from her. “How do you like that cabin you’ve been staying in?”

“How did you know—” Then she laughed. “Never mind.”

“Will you let me take you home—to my home—give you a bourbon and a bath? I have a tub for two.”

“You have a tub for twenty.”

“That’s a yes?”

“With an exclamation point.”

He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “And, if you like it there tonight, you could stay indefinitely.”

She arched her brows. “Is that an invitation?”

“No strings attached. It’s just that soon you’re not going to have a roof over your head.” He glanced toward the dining area. “I hope they start the demolition with that chandelier.”

She laughed again, more lightly than she had in ages. “Actually, I like the idea of having strings attached.”

“Good. Me too. Let’s get started.” With their arms around each other’s waists, they walked to the front door. “Oh, the candles.”

He walked over to the fireplace and ran his hand along the carved wood mantel. “You sure you don’t want to salvage this?”

“Do you? If so, it’s yours.”

“Thanks. I’m doing a remodel where I think it’ll add some character.” He stepped back and assessed the plain brick chimney. “The rest of it has none.”