Part 2 (1/2)

She barely had time to get the cash out of her purse when Nick grabbed the tree.

”Help me hoist this onto my shoulder,” he said to the mail.

Nick bent his knees but kept his back straight to take the weight of the tree. He grasped it around the thickest width with his left arm.

”You gotta hold onta it with” both hands,” the vendor said.

Nick maintained his one handed grip. Delia understood why. He had to keep his right-side, weapon hand free.

”I'll help,” she said as she pressed the bills on the vendor.

”Then get in front of me,” Nick said. ”Where I can see you.”

She nodded and hurried to the top end of the tree, which had begun to wobble in Nick's precarious grasp. She latched on and called, ”Ready,” over her shoulder.

They began walking toward the next corner. ”We'll go around the park to my place,” she said.

”This has to be the most foolish thing anybody ever asked me to do on a job,” Nick grumbled.

Even more foolish were Delia's first attempts to match his gait. The tree tottered from side to side even though, unlike Nick, she was holding it with both hands.

”Take shorter strides,” she called over her shoulder again. ”You're about to run me down.”

”I want to get off this street and under cover,” he growled. Still, he slowed his pace. ”What if that guy who's stalking you catches us out here in the open wrestling with this d.a.m.ned tree?”

The image of Nick taking off after a desperado with the blue spruce in tow made Delia want to laugh. She swallowed the impulse and hurried along as he directed. She knew it was tension and tiredness rather than true merriment that she was feeling. All the same, she had to bite back another urge to giggle.

NICK COULDN'T help smiling at himself. Here he was hauling a gigantic Christmas tree up the front steps to this woman's apartment house and getting paid for his time while doing it. He wouldn't find this duty listed in the bodyguard's manual, even if there'd been such a publication. He had to smile at her, too, being followed all over town by some nut and having the heart to think about putting up a Christmas tree anyway. Too bad Nick wasn't free to think like that himself. He was on the job. He'd propped the tree against the outside stair rail and entered the downstairs lobby ahead of Delia to make certain the area was clear. He did the same with each staircase and landing. Delia's apartment was on the third floor. He left her at the top of the last stairway with the tree angled against the wall in a corner while he checked the hallway leading to her door. That's when he knew something was wrong. He signaled Delia to come ahead and join him. What he'd seen indicated that she'd be better off inside the apartment. ”What about the tree?” she called from the stairway. Nick put his finger to his lips to caution silence. He waved his arms back and forth, crossing them in front of hima”meaning to nix the tree for nowa”then beckoned her to come, all with what he hoped was an expression of urgency on his face. She moved down the landing toward him as he pulled his gun from the back of his waistband out of her line of vision. With his empty hand he gestured for her to get away from the banister and keep herself against the wall. She did that without hesitation. This was the first time he'd seen her cooperate so readily. One look at her face told him why. Her green eyes were wide with fear.

She'd inched along the wall till she was next to him. He could hear her gasping breath. He had the urge to rea.s.sure her, but he knew he must fit The alertness her fear brought with it could keep her ready to react quickly. Meanwhile he saw the questions in her eyes. He made the silence motion with his finger to his lips again. She mouthed, ”What's going on?” He shook his head in response, to signal that he couldn't answer her now. He motioned downward then, for her to crouch lower against the wall. ”Stay here,” he mouthed, and she nodded.

Nick moved low and fast along the wall to the next stairway. He held his gun gripped in both hands and pointed upward directly in front of his face. He hesitated a moment, then leapt around the corner into a crouch at the bottom of the stairwell with his gun bar-tel aimed at what was, thank G.o.d, empty s.p.a.ce. He maintained the crouch and climbed several steps with his back brus.h.i.+ng the stairwell wall and his gun pointed at the fourth-floor landing above. Nothing up there, either. The inside of the building looked secure.

He moved quickly back down to the third floor and along the wall to Delia's door. Her eyes were even wider now and focused on his gun as if stuck there. Her mouth had dropped open. He already had his free hand in his jeans pocket, clutching the three front door keys on a ring that she'd given him last night. He pulled out the keys and turned one in the main lock, a second in the backup lock, then a third in the police lock. He motioned for her to stay where she was till he went inside. His guess was the intruder hadn't gotten in here, but it would be best to double-check before bringing Delia along. Nick made a circuit of the living room, bedroom and bath with his firearm preceding him into each s.p.a.ce. All was clear.

He went back to the apartment door.

”You can come in now,” he said.

She scurried through the doorway. He took one last visual sweep up and down the hall. The bundled evergreen was still propped in the corner at the top of the stairway from the second floor. He'd go back and get it later, after he made certain Delia was okay. He shut the apartment door.

”Be sure to triple-lock it,” she said.

He could hear the tremor in her voice. She'd been truly frightened. Once again, he was glad she could let herself show her fear. False bravado had gotten more than one person killed in his experience. He snapped the locks shut and checked that they were secure.

”All set,” he said in his most rea.s.suring tone, ”and the apartment is all clear.”

She was standing in the middle of the living room floor with her coat and gloves still on. Dampness filmed her forehead. Old, steam-heated buildings like this one could be too hot in the winter, especially on the lower floors. Even the hallway had been close to stifling. ”Let me take your coat,” he said.

Delia jerked away from his reach. ”Tell me what's going on here first. Was all of that outside for real, or are you just trying to convince me you're earning your pay?”

”It was real. Somebody attempted to get into this apartment sometime since we left this morning.”

”What are you talking about? I didn't see any sign of that.”

”It's the oldest trick in the book,” he said. ”I put a tiny strip of paper in the door just below the latch when we were leaving this morning. When we got back, I could see that the paper had slipped down the crack, as if somebody had been trying the k.n.o.b and pulling at the door. And there are sc.r.a.pe marks around the keyholes that weren't there before. I'd say somebody tried to pick your locks. I'd also say it wasn't a pro.”

”How do you know that?”

”A pro would have noticed the slip of paper trick and put it back where he found it. He also wouldn't have left scratches on the plate, and he'd probably have gotten through that first tumbler lock, maybe the second one, tOO.”

”Great!” she said sarcastically. ”That's really rea.s.suring.”

”He probably wouldn't have made it through the police lock.” This wasn't entirely true and depended on what kind of equipment the B and E artist had with him, but she didn't need to know that just now. ”Be sides, like I said, it wasn't a pro.”

”That's good to know.”

She pulled off her gloves and began unb.u.t.toning her coat.

”Why? Would you expect this Benno guy to hire somebody to come after you?”

She looked at Nick for a minute then looked away, as if she might be deciding what to tell him. He'd noticed her doing that a few other times when he'd asked her about Benno. Nick strongly suspected there was some thing she hadn't told him. He was running up against that wall of client secrets again. He hadn't expected such resistance from her. She was in the personal security business, after all. She must know that an important key to being effectively protected is full disclosure. What he knew was that direct questioning could push her even further under wraps. He'd bide his time for now and see what surfaced on its own.

”I don't know what Clyde is capable of.” She slipped her coat off and tossed it over the chair arm. ”It's hot in here,” she said, maybe to divert the subject, and moved in the direction of the closed windows.

”Don't do that!”

Nick jumped in front of her and grabbed the hand she'd extended to lift the window latch. She'd been in motion when he intercepted her. Her final step put her very close to him, almost flat against his chest, with him still gripping her hand. Her face was tilted upward toward his. Her eyes inquired yet again what was going on here. Suddenly he found himself very aware of her mouth, only inches from his, close enough for him to see how the heat of the room had misted her upper lip. The urge to pull her into his arms came fierce and fast and straight from his groin. Her lips were full and slightly parted, as if she might have felt the same surge of desire. He pulled back from her and dropped her hand like it was a hot coal.

”Stay away from the windows,” he said in a huskier tone than was usual for him, ”especially these, since they overlook the front of the building. There's a clear line of vision into this apartment from the park. It would be best to keep the lights turned off in this part of the room, too.”

”Can we open the windows?” she asked. ”It's way too hot in here.” ”Yes, it is.” The temperature had vaulted even higher for him in the last few minutes. ”I'll open them for you.” He was glad for the opportunity to stop facing her and move toward the windows. He checked carefully around the blinds. He didn't see anybody suspicious in the park or the street so he reached through the bars of the window gate to unlock the latch on the casing and ease the bottom half of the window up from the sill. He repeated the same cautious operation with the second window. ”I'll check the bedroom windows, too,” he said. ”What about the blue spruce?” ”I'll bring it in as soon as I've checked the rest of the windows.” ”I can probably manage the tree by myself,” she said, and made a move toward the door. He stepped in front of her but was careful not to touch her this time. ”Delia, please,” he said.

”Let me do my job.” She looked into his eyes for a moment. He was tempted to turn away. Her gaze threatened to get that fierce urge started in his groin again. Then she nodded and he was free to escape into the bedroom, at least for a short while. He heaved a sigh of relief as soon as he was out of her sight. He had to clamp a rein on himself right now. She was a beautiful woman, and it was natural for a man to be turned on by her. He, however, had a bottom line to attend to. That bottom line had nothing to do with nature and everything to do with business. Nick cranked his head back and forth to ease the tension in his neck and shoulders. He needed to plant his b.u.t.t on that bottom line right now and keep it there for the duration.

As a first step in fulfilling that resolve, he walked to the bedroom window and pulled the cord to raise the blind just enough so he could see the outside sill. There he saw what he was looking for but had hoped he wouldn't find. This was the window onto the fire escape. The opening was gated on the inside like the rest but with a release mechanism to allow for quick exit in case of a fire. Nick wasn't interested in that mechanism at the moment. His attention was riveted on the sill.

”Delia,” he called loudly enough to be heard in the living room. ”Could you come in here, please?”

She didn't answer. Instead she was at his side almost instantly.

”What is it?” she asked, sounding anxious again, as she had when they'd first entered the apartment from the hallway.

”Do you see what I see on the windowsill?”

Nick pointed toward the gla.s.s to show her where to look. She examined the spot he'd indicated.