Part 25 (2/2)

He was singing a familiar tune. How many times had I felt that way when dealing with Malone? More than I should.

”If Hagan was making money on Zippy, he'd have motive to kill Richard. And if Olivia had captured people actually placing bets, that would have blown up his entire operation.”

”Like I've said, he's not a small-time hoodlum.” I heard the warning in his voice.

It was a strong possibility Malone had the wrong person in for questioning. ”Where is Hagan?” I figured if anyone knew, it would be MacAvoy.

”He disappeared immediately after the trophies were awarded. Where were you? I thought you of all people would have been here for the presentation.”

I eyed Betty. For once she kept quiet. ”We were taking care of a personal matter,” I said.

His weight s.h.i.+fted in Betty's direction. ”Where were you when Olivia was killed?”

”You think I'm a suspect? Again?” Betty whined. ”I thought we had something.”

I smiled. ”Since I haven't heard the time of death, she can't answer that.” He looked at me with raised eyebrows. ”And neither can I.” I finished.

I picked up the storage container and motioned with my head to Betty. ”Let's go. I still need a jump.”

Betty bid farewell to Mr. TV. As soon as we were out of earshot she said, ”I'd rather jump Callum MacAvoy.”

I'm sure she would.

Chapter Twenty-Eight.

TURNED OUT, THE Jeep didn't need a jump after all. One of the battery cables had come loose. I made a mental note to take the Jeep in for a checkup. A simple fix and I was on the road.

I raced home in ten minutes. I may have broken a few speed-limit laws in the process. Missy was excited to see me. After much love and a belly rub, I took her for a quick walk around the block so she could relieve herself.

The sun had never really broken free from the clouds, Now that it was the end of the day, the temperature dropped quickly. Keep in mind, it was still above seventy degrees.

I fed Missy her dinner. While she ate, I took a quick shower. I didn't have as much time as I'd have liked to get ready for my date with Grey. I figured it was probably better that I was rushed. I had less time to think and just act. Have I mentioned I work better when I shoot from the hip?

One thing I did make sure of-well two things actually-I was wearing my engagement ring. And two, I grabbed Grandma Tillie's brooch.

Grey arrived on time. As always, he looked amazing in his dark charcoal Tom Ford suit. He'd decided against the tie, which I knew was in deference to my taste and not his. There's nothing s.e.xier than Grey in his suit, sans tie, and a couple of b.u.t.tons undone on his s.h.i.+rt. He looked a little dangerous. Reckless.

I'd also chosen my dress with Grey in mind. He was a leg man. I wore a b.u.t.terfly-sleeve, silk mini-dress. Paired with my Louboutin glitter slingbacks, it showcased my toned legs. I was also eye level with my das.h.i.+ng G-man. Part happenstance. Part strategy.

Grey's Mercedes SUV floated down PCH, comfortably taking the turns as we followed the sh.o.r.eline to Newport. Inside the car was a different story. The tension was so thick I felt like I couldn't take a full breath. It was like we were on our first date. A blind date. Our conversation was forced and stilted. As if we knew we were walking a relations.h.i.+p tightrope. One wrong step and we'd lose our balance.

I tightened my hold on my handbag. After the day's events, I decided my relations.h.i.+p with Grey was my number-one priority. I'd come up with a plan, a grand gesture so to speak, to show him that he came first in every aspect. Since I'm not exactly the grand gesture type, I'm sure most of my nerves were a by-product of wanting to get the delivery right. Don't get me wrong. I still had questions about the real reason he'd been at the wiener race. I was certain he'd be more forthcoming now that we were alone.

Once we arrived, I waited on the sidewalk while Grey handed over his keys to the valet. He concluded his instructions and joined me in front of the exclusive restaurant.

Grey's hand pressed onto the small of my back above the low scoop of my dress. The heat of his hand on my skin sent a rush of warmth through my body. We strolled into 401 Chop Oceanside. The hostess greeted us with a warm smile that immediately made me feel like we were being included in her small, exclusive group of friends. She whisked us past two gold-flecked white marble columns standing guard to the floor-level dining area. The old money-feel made me think of Texas, and, for a moment, I missed home.

The dining room was thoughtfully dim, the minimal lighting casting a romantic ambiance on the room. She led us to our table with a view of the ocean that would melt even the harshest cynic's heart. I slipped into the dark leather booth. Grey sat across from me. A long stem red rose lay across my plate.

I smiled shakily. ”You're very handsome tonight.”

His blue eyes reminded me of the morning low tide-clear and calm. I was glad one of us was calm. ”Not that I'm not appreciative, but that's the third time you've told me that. Why are you so nervous?”

”Maybe you look really good for a change.” I smiled. ”Let's order some wine.” I was counting on the alcohol to ease my nerves.

Grey ordered a bottle of DuMol, Russian River Pinot Noir. We sat in a semi-comfortable silence as we watched the brilliant sunset hues spread over the pristine azure waters of the Pacific Ocean. The matre d' arrived with our wine and presented it, the label facing Grey. He nodded, and they continued the dance of a proper wine presentation until Grey finally tasted the Pinot and p.r.o.nounced it perfect. The ritual complete, I finally got my gla.s.s of wine.

Grey was right; it was perfect. Black cherry and toasty oak. Nothing compared to a good Pinot.

I fingered the gla.s.s. ”Betty finally confessed her secret. She has a dog. A Saint Bernard.”

His grin spread across his face. ”You're kidding.”

I shook my head. ”Nope. I've met Raider. He's a stray. His name fits him. She did have enough common sense to have Daniel look him over.”

”That explains the fall, the scratches-”

”The missing dog treats.” I laughed. ”He needs obedience training. He also has separation anxiety. I told her to call Caro.”

He reached across the table and held my left hand. ”Will she do it? Betty's as protective of you as you are of her.” He fingered my engagement ring, adjusting it back and forth. Maybe he wasn't as relaxed as he looked.

”She has to. I'm not sure her house will survive if she doesn't.” I took a fortifying gulp of wine. ”Speaking of Caro, I have something for you.”

A half smile eased onto his face. ”Something I can open here?”

I felt my face warm. ”Yes.” I pulled my hand away and opened my clutch handbag. ”When I apologized, I meant it. I also know that for you, actions speak louder than words.” I inhaled deeply. I pulled out the white jewelry box and set it on the table. ”This is the only way I know to show you how much I regret my impulsive decision. I want to make it right between us. I know we can't go back, but we can move forward.”

I slid the box across the table.

He didn't reach for it.

”You don't have to do this.” He said, slow and deliberate.

I felt sick and immediately had second thoughts. I sat on my hands, worried I might grab it back, and swallowed hard. ”I know.”

I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to show him I was serious, and, in my way, I was putting him first. If giving him the brooch to return to the FBI would make it right between us, I was willing to do it.

It hurt like the devil. But there would be other opportunities to repossess my brooch from Caro. It wasn't as if either of us were leaving town.

He looked at me, his eyes serious. ”I know this is difficult for you.”

He had no idea. I just handed him my heritage with the knowledge he would turn it over to my lovely, but pain-in-the-b.u.t.t cousin. ”You're more important. I love you.”

He picked up the box, and, without opening it, slid it into his jacket pocket.

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