Part 6 (1/2)
”It's not funny, Jo.”
”Neither is you pretending to be my a.s.sistant.”
”Yeah, I know. But you've got to understand.” He hurried back to the couch and sat down. Like looking me in the eye was somehow going to convince me of the righteousness of all he was saying. ”I didn't know what else to do, and I had to help you out so you'd do me this favor in return and let me stay with you. See, when I met Amber, I told her some stuff that wasn't exactly... Well, I embellished a little bit, you know?”
I did. Whatever he'd told Amber, I was sure I'd heard some version of it somewhere along the line.
Too antsy to keep still, Kaz got to his feet again. This time, he went over to the minibar, took out a beer the hotel would charge me a bundle for, and offered it to me. When I declined with a tip of my head, he popped it open. ”I guess you could say I made up a story. You know, about being a big-time developer and living on the Gold Coast. Stuff like that. I didn't think it would ever matter. I just thought Amber was... Well, you know. I just thought she was someone it was fun to be with for the weekend. I never thought she'd actually ever show up to visit. I figured once I left Florida, she'd forget all about me.”
”Just like you forgot all about her.”
At least he had the sense to look embarra.s.sed.
I didn't feel the least bit sorry for him. That's why I didn't offer any advice. He wouldn't listen, anyway. ”Trying to get by on your charm and your bulls.h.i.+t... It was bound to blow up in your face eventually.”
”It sort of already has, because like I said, she's here. And she apparently went to my apartment to surprise me, and it's a lucky thing that I was at work. But now, of course, she's asking how can I possibly live in a walk-up apartment over in Bucktown when I said I had a killer view of the lake from my thirty-fourth-floor condo.”
”So let me guess: you made up a second lie to explain the first.”
He made a face. ”Not a big lie. Just a little one about doing some renovations and helping out a friend and... You understand, don't you, Jo? You see why I needed your help for a couple days. After this week... Well, she's going to have to get back to Florida sooner or later, and if I can just keep out of sight and pretend I'm in Europe, then there's no way she'll ever find out I lied to her, because I mean, really, what cool woman would ever even think about a b.u.t.ton convention or looking for me at one?”
”Not this cool woman, that's for sure.” Another zinger that hit the wall of Kaz's incredible ego and dropped like a stone in water. I got up and headed for the bedroom.
”Why not just tell the woman the truth? If she likes you-and she must or she wouldn't have come all the way to Chicago to see you-she won't care that you work at the Port. I never did.”
”Yeah, but you...” I felt Kaz step up behind me. But then, it was impossible not to notice that the temperature shot up. I told myself to just keep walking, but some old habits die hard. I turned in time to see that his eyes were twinkling. ”You're different.”
”Dumber, you mean.”
”Never!” He set down the beer and stepped even closer. ”No way, Jo. You're the smartest woman I know. You run your own business, and you're doing a bang-up job with this conference, and I heard what that cop told you. He wants you to help him solve this murder. You know, like you solved the last one. You're plenty smart. After all, you-”
”Got talked into letting you stay with me?”
He rolled back on his heels. ”Well, there's that.”
”Your charm isn't always going to get you by, Kaz.”
He turned up the wattage on that smile of his and looked beyond me and into the bedroom. ”It got me where I am right now. You know, the two of us back together again.”
”Back together' meaning together in the same building. Not together. Not like in a relations.h.i.+p way.”
”No. Sure. Of course not. Only...” Another flick of those espresso-colored eyes toward the king-size bed in the room beyond. ”Only it's kind of the perfect opportunity. You know...” He shuffled closer and put his hands on my arms. ”To catch up on old times.”
Yeah. Old times.
Like it or not, my brain played back over them at the same time my blood heated and my knees turned to mush. One place Kaz and I had never had any problems was the bedroom, and one thing he'd never been was unfaithful. In fact, Kaz knew more about the right way to romance a woman than any other guy I'd ever met.
He also knew more about offtrack betting, online poker, and lying to poor fools like Amber.
I thanked the G.o.ds of sensibility for reminding me at the same time I stepped back and pointed. ”The couch pulls out.”
”Yeah, I'm sure, but-”
He'd already made another move toward me, which completely justified me stepping into the bedroom, grabbing hold of the doork.n.o.b, and swinging the door almost shut. ”I've got to be downstairs tomorrow by seven. So you'll need to be in and out of the bathroom either earlier or later,” I said.
The fire in his eyes was tamped back. ”Got it,” Kaz said.
And I chalked up one point for common sense and gave him a quick once-over. ”The cops confiscated that blazer and the other clothes you left in the linen room. If you're helping me out at the conference tomorrow-and you are, by the way, as a way of paying me back for giving you a place to sleep-you may want to head home and pick up some other clothes.”
”I can't go home. Amber might be lurking. But not to worry.” His smile came and went. ”I stopped at the gift shop and put a couple things on your conference account. I figured you wouldn't mind.”
”Once again, Kaz, you figured wrong.”
It wasn't exactly the stinging parting shot I would have liked, but the fact that I closed the door in his face said something to him.
The fact that I made sure I locked the door... Well, I guess that said something to me, too.
KAZ'S NEW CLOTHES were delivered to the room early the next morning, and by ten minutes to seven, he was waiting at the elevator for me, decked out in black pants with a crisp pleat in them and a raspberry-colored sweater that fit as if a team of knitters had taken his measurements and worked their little fingers to the bone overnight.
I didn't bother to ask how much the sweater cost me. The bill wouldn't go to the conference but to my own personal account, and the way I figured it, seeing him look that good was worth it. Besides, now that he'd come right out and confessed what he was up to, I planned to make him work his b.u.t.t off for the rest of the conference to earn both his couch to sleep on and his new clothes.
We rode down from the twenty-fourth floor in silence, and thank goodness, the elevator was empty of other conference-goers. I'd spent a good deal of the night tossing and turning and thinking about how I was going to break the news of Thad's death to conference attendees, and so far, I hadn't thought of anything that would satisfy everyone's curiosity about what happened to our guest of honor and didn't include the word murder.
”So, what are you going to tell them?”
Have I mentioned that Kaz has always been able to read my mind? I didn't question it, just went with the flow.
Which is to say, I shrugged.
”I suppose I could say Thad was called away for some emergency back home, but once Nev starts interviewing people, that's not going to hold up. I dunno.” My sigh echoed back at me from the elevator's high ceiling. ”I don't want people to panic. And I don't want them to worry. I don't want the conference to stop cold because all we can talk about is what happened to Thad. That's not what we're here for, and besides, like him or not, Thad deserves our respect. Especially because of the way he died.” I hugged my arms around myself and the gray-and-black argyle sweater I was wearing with black pants and pumps that were sensible enough to get me through another day of panels and discussions, organizing, and overseeing.
”We'll just play it cool,” I told Kaz as the elevator b.u.mped to a stop in the lobby. ”I'll talk to Nevin, and he'll know the best way to break the news. Maybe a gathering in the ballroom before the first session. Or an announcement at lunchtime. That would be good.” The elevator doors slid open. ”That will give me time to ease into things and-”
As if they'd been snipped with scissors, my words stopped. But then, I've found that it's pretty hard to talk when my jaw is hanging slack.
A hand-drawn poster that said ”Mourning b.u.t.tons, Death Mementos, This Way” and pointed toward the dealer room will do that do a girl.
”Oh my gosh, Josie, you must be so frazzled!” A woman I didn't know raced up and pulled me into an embrace strong enough to squeeze all the air out of my lungs. ”Imagine, finding a body like that!” She thrust me away as quickly as she grabbed me, so that she could press a flowered handkerchief to her nose. ”It must have been awful.”
I think that was right about when I realized we were surrounded by conference-goers and that none of them looked any less upset than the woman who'd waylaid me. One woman clutched a copy of Thad Wyant's latest book about Western b.u.t.tons to her heaving chest. Another sniffed softly.
”He was such a great man.” Sniffing Lady sniffed even louder and shook her head sadly. ”Such a loss to the b.u.t.ton world, such a loss.”
”It is.” How's that for a noncommittal sort of statement? I think I stood there for another dozen heartbeats, looking around at the circle of miserable expressions and wondering what to say and how everyone already knew about Thad's death, when Kaz grabbed my hand and tugged me down the hallway.
”Got to go,” I said, and since the ladies all nodded knowingly, I suppose they thought I had something important to accomplish rather than just that I was eager to escape.