Dani Sinclair - Return To Stony Ridge

“I work construction. I protein and carbo-load most mornings. You should see what I have for lunch.”

Her lips quirked. “Pass.”

“You one of those women who diet all the time?”

“No.”

That had struck an unexpected nerve. Her flat tone and severe expression left him wondering, but then he should have known better than to mention the D word to a woman.

She set silverware on his small table, poured them each a glass of apple juice and, at his request, buttered several slices of toast.

“Are you always this domestic?” she asked as they sat down together.

“Not much choice if I want to eat. You’ll have noticed there aren’t a lot of restaurants nearby.”

Lucky plopped on the floor between them with his usual wistful expression.

“Your dish is over there,” R.J. reminded him. But he broke off a slice of bacon and tossed it to the dog. For a second, he thought Teri was going to scold him, but she reconsidered and started eating.

For someone who didn’t eat breakfast, she made hearty inroads on the food he’d put in front of her, including the bacon strips. She could stand to gain a few pounds, though he wouldn’t have told her so under torture.

She was a little too thin, if generously proportioned. Her dark red hair floated around a pinched face that still showed lines of strain. She’d made an effort to restrain the silken mass of her hair, but his bathroom wasn’t well equipped for unexpected guests. Probably because he rarely had any. At least the smudges beneath her impossibly green eyes weren’t as dark as they had been last night, but the sliding glances she kept sending his way were still wary.

Fine with him. R.J. didn’t trust her, either.

“Sleep okay?”

Startled, she looked up. “Yes. Thank you. But your dog licked me awake before the crack of dawn. He made it clear he wanted out, so I turned him loose. Hope that was okay.”

“Absolutely. I appreciate it. Lucky’s a dog of simple needs, but he does think people are here to serve.”

“Uh-huh. Well, if you ever run out of sandpaper, I’m sure his tongue could fill in for you in a pinch.”

R.J.’s lips curved. The persistent tug of sensual awareness annoyed him. He decided it had been too long since his last date and finished his meal quickly, anxious to clear his driveway and get her car out of the mud. He’d be glad to send her on her way. The thing was, he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that easy.

He was right.

“Do you think we could make a fresh start this morning?” she asked over a forkful of eggs.

“In what way?”

“Tell me everything you know about the night Valerie disappeared.”

His fingers tightened around his coffee mug. He took a swallow to buy some time. He couldn’t see any reason not to share the small amount of information he had. He’d already told her most of it anyhow.

“According to Kathy Walsh—she’s the house mother, I guess you’d call her. Anyhow, according to Kathy, Valerie went to her room shortly before eleven. In the morning, she was gone. Her son and her clothes and her car were still there. Even her purse. She wasn’t.”

He found he was gripping the cup tightly enough to snap the handle and set it down. Teri’s expression was equally bleak.

“No one heard a thing. The house alarm was still armed for the night. All the doors and windows were locked. One of the kids heard her son crying that morning and Kathy went up to check on them.”

A flash of sympathy, almost pain, came and went in her expressive, too green eyes.

“The chief of police is a friend of mine. Wyatt’s wife is the founder of the shelter so he was called in right away. He discovered the broken cell phone in back by the fountain,” he went on more calmly. “Wyatt thinks it belonged to Valerie, but he’s checking to confirm that. He came to see me right after he found the phone.”

“Why?”

There was no need to tell her how Wyatt had questioned him about R.J.’s argument with Valerie the evening she disappeared. Wyatt had only been doing his job. And quite possibly that argument was responsible for her disappearance. If he hadn’t pressured her to talk to Wyatt and press charges against her husband, maybe she wouldn’t have run.

“I took her to Heartskeep. Wyatt thought maybe I knew where she had gone.”

Mistrust was back in Teri’s eyes. R.J. ignored it and continued.

“We searched the grounds until it got too dark to see. By then, it was raining hard enough to wash away any useful evidence of anything. The thing is, if she’d stayed close to the house someone would have found her.”

“Why would she have gone outside in the first place?”

R.J. raised and dropped his shoulders. “We don’t know. It’s possible she went to get something from her car before the house alarm was turned on and surprised someone on the grounds, possibly an intruder who had nothing to do with her husband. The crushed cell phone was found in some disturbed grass out in the maze. That’s quite a distance from the parking area and there were no signs of a struggle near the car, nor that anyone had been dragged there. I can’t come up with a single reason for her to have gone into the maze that night. It was dark and raining.”

Feeling the helpless anger once more, he had to force his tightly balled fingers to relax.

“Maybe she ran from someone and was trying to use the cell phone to call for help,” Teri suggested.

“Or she dropped it when she was unloading things from her car and someone else took the phone out back.”

“And crushed it?” R.J. shrugged again. “I agree it’s unlikely, but we have no idea what happened. She simply vanished.”

Teri wasn’t sure what to make of the undercurrent of anger in his voice, but the suppressed violence set her stomach churning. She’d seen how strong he was.

But if he’d hurt Valerie, would he be angry? She didn’t think so. The problem was, she no longer trusted her instincts when it came to men.

“How is it you know Valerie?” Had they been lovers?

“Her brother was one of my best friends in high school. Valerie used to tag along after us like a puppy.”

Or a girl with a crush? Teri didn’t voice that aloud but it seemed likely. A lot of women would be drawn to R.J.’s good looks and self-confidence.

“Valerie has a brother?”

“I thought you were a private investigator.”

“There wasn’t time to run a background check on her,” she told him quickly. “My job was to find her and offer her protection from her husband.”

“Who hired you?”

“I told you, I’m not at liberty to say.”

Those dark blue eyes turned frosty. Teri worked to control a shiver, but she refused to be intimidated by him.

“You’d better get permission, then,” he said softly, “because Wyatt isn’t going to accept that answer.”

“The police can’t force me to answer questions.”

“Don’t bet on it.”

She hoped he couldn’t tell how the softly spoken threat had unnerved her.

“Why did she e-mail you in the first place? Were you her lover?”

The last part came out before she could stop the question. Only a flick of his eyes revealed any emotion at all. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but she wished she hadn’t asked.

“How long have you been a private investigator?”

She raised her chin defiantly. “Long enough to know when I’m being stonewalled. If you’re her friend, you’ll help me.”

“Will I?”

Trust came hard, but if she wanted his help she knew she was going to have to bend a little. “We could sit here glaring at each other all day, but it wouldn’t solve a thing. I came here to offer Valerie and Corey a safe refuge from Lester.”