Last Chance
Author: S.C. Wynne
Date: 2022-07-30 04:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Romance; Mystery; M M Romance; Cozy Mystery; Contemporary; Crime; Fiction; Lgbt; M M Contemporary
Description: Wait just a minute. A whole month has passed and no one has been murdered in Pearl Cove? Things are settling down in Pearl Cove as Kip and Merrick fumble their way through a new relationship. There’s no denying the two men have deep feelings for each other, but trust issues can play havoc when people don’t communicate well. When Kip’s office manager, Helen, has her home burgled, but nothing is stolen, the Pearl Cove PD have little interest in solving the case. Kip, Charlene, and Helen decide a little amateur sleuthing couldn’t hurt anything. Not surprisingly, Police Chief Dawson doesn’t agree.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Quote

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Epilogue

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Last

Chance

By S.C. Wynne

“I’m not telling you it is going to be easy - I am telling you it is going to be worth it.”

Art Williams

Chapter One

One month down and Merrick and I didn’t hate each other.

Yet.

So far, things were going so well it made me uneasy. Things never went smoothly with my relationships. There’d usually be a few weeks of bliss, and then things began to deteriorate. Often because I’d pull back a little. But Merrick and I were going strong.

And they said it would never last.

I was in the kitchen, feeding Spot, when Merrick came in looking groggy. He was dressed though, and his hair was damp from his shower. He sat at the kitchen table with a groan. “How can I be so tired when I just woke up?”

I laughed. “Can I get you some coffee?”

“Please.” He nodded and closed his eyes. “I need to get more sleep.”

Guilt nudged me because I realized the only reason he wasn’t getting enough rest was me. He always tried to come by after his shifts so we’d get some time together. Unfortunately, he worked long hours, and it seemed it was beginning to wear on him. It was wearing on me too, but I worried more about him because his job was stressful.

“You don’t have to come by tonight. You should go straight home and sleep.” I set a mug of coffee in front of him.

He opened his eyes, frowning. “You don’t want me to come by tonight?”

I grimaced. “I’m just thinking of you.”

“I wouldn’t come by if I didn’t want to.”

That was probably true. Merrick didn’t do what Merrick didn’t want to do. “It’s not like we couldn’t survive a night of not seeing each other.” I was trying to be considerate of him, but when his face tensed, I realized my comment had been misinterpreted. “I don’t mean that the way you’re taking it.”

“How am I taking it?”

“Like I don’t want you to come over. That’s not even close to the truth.” I sat beside him at the table. “I want you to come by. I just don’t want you to get so tired you start dreading coming to see me.”

“Not gonna happen.” His eyes were a darker green.

My stomach twittered at the heat in his eyes. “Well, I’m giving you permission to sleep in your own bed if you change your mind. Don’t feel obligated to sleep here.”

He sipped his coffee, looking vaguely suspicious.

That was the problem with Merrick and me—there wasn’t enough trust. He couldn’t seem to accept that I wanted to be with him, and I too struggled with the idea he’d want me. Perhaps because we’d butted heads for so long, it was difficult to have confidence in our sudden change of heart. We had a long way to go before we were one of those truly settled couples. If we’d ever even get there. I hoped we would. My feelings for Merrick, although delayed, were now strong. Where once I’d dreaded the sight of him, I now felt excited to see him.

I forced a smile as I took his hand. “We could stay at your place tonight. Then you wouldn’t have to drive over here after work.”

He sighed. “What about Spot?”

“Oh, yeah.” I frowned at the dog, who lay a few feet from us.

“I’d say bring him, but he got into the neighbor’s yard last time. Mrs. Hunt was convinced he was going to eat her poodle, Teddy.”

“Spot is friendly with Teddy. She’s overreacting.”

“I agree. But he trampled her crocus, which apparently is an unforgivable sin.” He smirked. “I’ll just come here. It’s easier.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I am.” He smiled. “Let’s have lunch together today.”

I brightened. “Are you sure you’ll have time?”

“I think so.”

“Great. I’d love that.”

“Me too.” He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were warm and reassuring, and I sighed happily. As shocking as it was to now have actual romantic feelings for Merrick, they were definitely there. Even if it was an inconvenience for him, I was glad he was still coming over after work. I looked forward to our nights together. They made the long, boring days end on a high note.

His watch beeped, and he reluctantly broke the kiss. He smiled at me, looking happier now. “Duty calls. I need to get to work.”

“Yeah, me too.” I stood, waiting for him to make some crack about my work. He didn’t. He never did anymore, but I still expected it because he’d mocked my job for so many years. We definitely had some kinks to work out because we had baggage. But I hoped we’d get there. Merrick was quickly becoming my favorite person in the world.

He rose and gulped his coffee, then gave an adoring Spot a rub behind the ear and moved to the front door. I followed, and he gave me a quick kiss, and then he strode to his car. I watched him go, feeling content. That was a new state of being for me. I’d felt lonely for so long, being happy was almost unsettling. I kept expecting the sky to fall.

It has to, right?

Once Merrick drove away, I gathered Spot and my phone, and we drove to the shop. When I arrived, I was surprised that Helen’s car wasn’t in front of the Red Leash. She usually arrived earlier than me to open up the store. The doors were still locked and the windows dark. Charlene was there, waiting in her car. She climbed out when I exited my truck.

“Morning, boss,” she called out cheerily, petting Spot when he ran over to greet her.

“Morning,” I said distractedly, approaching the front door. “Is Helen sick?”

Frowning, Charlene said, “No. Didn’t she call you?”

“No.” I tugged my phone out to double-check I hadn’t missed any calls or messages. “I don’t have anything from her.”

“Oh, I assumed she called you first.” Charlene got a sly look on her face. “She probably didn’t want to disturb you and Merrick.”

My face warmed, but I ignored her comment. “Did something happen?”

Charlene’s smile faded. “She got burgled last night.”

“What?” I yelped. “Is she okay?”

“Yes. Do you think I’d be this calm if she wasn’t okay?” Charlene wrinkled her brow. “She said they broke in while she was at her book club.”

“God, she must be terrified. She lives in such a nice quiet neighborhood too. I’m surprised she’d have been robbed.”

“She sounded pretty shaken up on the phone.”

“I’ll give her a call.” I unlocked the front door as I spoke. “Do you mind letting the dogs out from the back?”

“No problem.” Charlene headed toward the backroom. The dogs we boarded were barking loudly, anxious to get outside.

I headed to my office and peeled off my jacket. I hung it over my chair and sat down to call Helen, but before I could do that, she came walking into the front of the shop.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said, sounding harassed. Usually, Helen was neat as a pin. Today, her sandy hair was sticking up, and it looked like her blouse was on inside-out.

I stood and met her at her desk. “Charlene told me what happened. Are you okay?”

She pulled her scarf off and tossed it over her chair. “Uh, yes. I… I’m just fine.” She gave an unsteady laugh as she looked down at her blouse. “Oh, goodness. I need to fix my shirt.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

She glanced up. “Oh, well, there wasn’t anything you could do. I didn’t want to disrupt your night.”

“Helen, you should have called me.”

She sat down. “There wasn’t much to tell you. When I realized my home had been broken into, I stayed outside and called the police. They came quickly, but the perpetrator was long gone. The cops didn’t seem that concerned.”

“But… someone still broke into your home. How could that not concern them?”

“I wasn’t injured.”

“You could have been,” I said grimly. “Why wouldn’t they take a burglary seriously?”

“Probably because nothing was stolen.” Helen ran a hand over her hair, trying to make her cowlick stay down. “I’m sure they had way more important calls to handle than a burglary where nothing was taken.”

“Seems like lazy police work to me.” I scowled. “I wonder if Merrick knows his officers don’t take burglaries seriously.”

“Oh, now don’t go bothering Chief Dawson with my little problems.” She laughed nervously. “I don’t want you two to start bickering again.”

“We’re not going to fight about this, but I think it’s unprofessional of his people to dismiss the fact that a person’s home was broken into.” I crossed my arms, studying her. “You should have taken today off, Helen.”

She lifted her brows. “And why would I do that?”

“Well, you had a traumatic experience.”

She sighed. “Nothing was taken, Kip. I wasn’t harmed in any way either. It is unsettling that someone was rifling through my personal things, but they’re gone now. I’m sure they were sorely disappointed they picked my house.” She laughed gruffly. “I have nothing interesting to steal.”

She was putting on a brave face, but I knew her well enough to know she was rattled. “I still think you should have taken the day off.”

“And do what? Sit in the house that was burgled, getting more and more worked up? No, it’s better to come to work and do something to take my mind off of it.” She picked up a stack of invoices. “I have plenty to do to keep busy. I’d much rather be here than at home.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Hmmm.”

“I’m serious.” She laughed. “I love my job.”

“Maybe you should stay with Charlene tonight.”

She widened her eyes. “You’re way overreacting, Kip. For goodness' sake, homes get broken into sometimes. It’s no big deal. I mean, it isn’t a big deal because no one was hurt and nothing was stolen.”

“I seem to remember you being very upset when my home was almost burgled not so long ago,” I said.

She sighed. “That was different.”

“Why?”

“It just was.” She avoided my gaze.

“The cop who showed up, did he at least write a report?” I frowned.

She nodded. “Yep. But he also said not to expect much to come of it because it was very low priority for them.”

“He said that to your face?”

She winced. “I guess I shouldn’t have told you that.”

I raked a hand through my hair. “This is nuts. Since when is it cool with PCPD that people are burgled?”

“But they didn’t take anything.” Helen sounded exasperated.

“I know, but they came into your personal space. They broke into your house. Who knows what might have happened if you’d been home?” I rasped.

She looked startled. “Kip, you’re making it worse.”

I grimaced sheepishly. “Sorry. I’m just annoyed at PCPD’s complacent attitude.”

“Of course. I understand. But I’m fine, and I’d prefer we just put this behind us.” Her voice was falsely bright.

If she wasn’t worried, I decided I should probably back off. She was handling it well, so maybe that was for the best. “If you need anything, just ask. If you want to leave early, that’s fine with me, okay?”

“Thanks, Kip.” She stapled two papers together. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I went back to my office and focused on paperwork. We’d had an influx of new clients recently, and while I loved the money, it did make for more busywork. The paperwork part of my job was my least favorite part. I much preferred being out with the dogs. At least I had lunch with Merrick to look forward to.

I worked on paperwork all morning and then let the dogs out for an afternoon run in the pen. I was enjoying the fresh sea air and sunshine when my cell buzzed. Glancing down, I saw it was Merrick.

“Hello,” I said brightly.

“Hey, Kip.” His voice was strained. “I’m afraid I can’t do lunch today after all.”

My stomach sank. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry. The mayor insisted I join her and the city council for an impromptu lunchtime meeting.”

“I see.” I tried to hide my disappointment.

“They’re discussing the new wing for St. Mary’s Hospital, and while that doesn’t involve me, I need to stay on her good side. If she wants me there, I feel obligated to go. Especially because we butted heads a lot over the Ascot Development debacle. I’m hoping to smooth things over.”

“I get it. You need to keep her happy.” I didn’t love being pushed aside simply because he had kissing up to do, but I did understand keeping the higher-ups pleased was a huge part of his job.

“You’re not mad, right? I’ll still see you tonight.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Okay, good.” He sighed. “I really wish I could just get out of here and have lunch with you. It’s going to be torture. Councilman Bregman tends to get really drunk at these lunches.”

“I guess you can’t rule the world if you don’t tolerate drunks well.”

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s true.”

There was an awkward lull in the conversation.

He cleared his throat. “Promise you’re not mad?”

I laughed gruffly. “I’m not mad. You love your job. Things like this are to be expected.”

“You’re… important to me too, Kip.”

“I know.”

“I just want to be sure you’re okay. I mean, I guess I could just tell the mayor I already had plans.”

I widened my eyes. “Don’t you dare. Are you insane? You can’t tell her that. I’m fine, Merrick. Go have lunch, and I’ll see you tonight. I should probably have lunch with Helen anyway. She got burgled last night, and she might need to talk.”

“She got burgled?” he asked sharply.

“Yeah.”

“But she’s okay?”

“She’s fine. She wasn’t home when it happened.” It crossed my mind to mention how lackadaisical his officer had been about the whole incident, but we were already on rocky ground. I decided if I mentioned it at all, it would be in person.

“Damn. I’m glad she’s okay.”

“Me too.”

I heard voices behind him. “Uh… shoot… I have to go.”

“It’s fine. See you later tonight.”

“You bet,” he said brusquely, and he hung up.

I stared at my phone, not sure how to feel about how abruptly he’d ended the call. I did sometimes worry Merrick wasn’t in a place in his life where he had room for a relationship. It was obvious he wanted a relationship with me, but he also wanted to climb the ladder. He had lofty aspirations and family members to impress. It was difficult not to be concerned that his desire for power might override his need to be with me.

I was also fully aware that Merrick had a horrible track record for sticking with one guy. Peter was the longest relationship he’d had since I’d known him. They’d been together approximately four months. If Merrick could be believed, he’d never said the L-word to Peter that entire time. Was Merrick capable of romantically loving someone? I had to wonder about that. Would four months be our breaking point too? Maybe shorter?

But it wasn’t fair to just judge Merrick in the relationship department. I was equally horrible at commitment. I didn’t jump around from guy to guy as often as Merrick had, but I hadn’t stuck with any of them long either. I told myself it wasn’t a fear of commitment that had caused me to end all my past relationships. I simply hadn’t found the right person. Which was very possible. I hadn’t picked the best people.

I wanted to be in love. I sometimes had the terrifying thought that maybe I loved Merrick. When he’d look at me a certain way, the way my entire body seemed to reach for him was unsettling. Merrick hadn’t said he loved me yet, so I certainly wasn’t going to say it first. I didn’t want Merrick to break my heart. I didn’t want him to take everything I had to give and then move on. I didn’t want to go back to hating Merrick, but if he did that to me, I would.

Helen appeared in the doorway of my office. “Do you mind if I go home for lunch a little early? I decided to have an alarm system installed at my house, and the guy said he could do it today. Now, in fact. Sorry for the short notice.”

“No problem.” I rose. “In fact, I’ll join you.”

“Really?” She looked relieved. “That would be great. I am a little jumpy. I’ll get over it, I’m sure. But it would be swell to have some company.”

“I’ll pick up lunch and bring it to your house. What are you in the mood for?”

“I wouldn’t say no to a club sandwich from the Golden Spoon.” She grinned.

I smiled. “You got it. Fries?”

She laughed sheepishly. “I should have a salad, but I want comfort food, so yes to the fries.”

“I’ll get the food and see you at your house.” I moved to the front, whistling for Spot. He bounded out of the back room and followed me to my truck.

The Golden Spoon was hopping because it was noon. I went to the takeout window, wishing I’d called our order in ahead of time. A harassed-looking girl came over to take my order. I ate at the restaurant a lot and didn’t recognize her. Her name tag said Brittany, and from how nervous she seemed, I assumed she was new.

“What can I get you?” Her voice wobbled as she met my gaze. “W… we have some delicious chicken tenders today, only a… a dollar for six.” She swallowed. “Or… p… perhaps you’d enjoy a carrot cake for dessert?”

I smiled, hoping to put her at ease. “No, thank you. I’d like two club sandwiches on white, with crispy bacon, and fries, please. That should do it.”

Brittany peered at the keys on the register, biting her lip. “Club sandwiches? I don’t think we have those.”

I laughed. “I get them all the time.”

“We have hamburgers.” She glanced up, her brown bangs almost covering her eyes like a sheepdog. “Would you want a hamburger?”

“Uh… noooo. I’d like two club sandwiches on white, with crispy bacon.”

Gritting her teeth, Brittany nodded. “Yeah, like I said, I don’t think we have those.”

“You do have them.” I did my best to sound pleasant as I added, “Is there someone who can show you the button?”

She glanced around at her busy coworkers. “I don’t want to get yelled at. Again. I’ve got yelled at a lot today already.”

A line was forming behind me. I worried they’d all think I was the reason the line wasn’t moving, so I caught the eye of a girl who usually rang me up. Samantha was always efficient anytime she took my order. I waved her over, and she gave Brittany an irritated glance and leaned in.

“What can I get you, Kip?” Samantha asked.

“Brittany is having trouble finding the key for the club sandwich.” I tried not to sound accusing. “I think she needs help.”

“I told him we don’t have them, but he won’t listen,” Brittany mumbled.

Samantha scowled. “We do have them.”

“Really?” Brittany lifted her brows.

“I told you that like three times. See the button that says ‘Club’?” Samantha hissed. “That should be your first clue, Brittany.”

“Oh.” Brittany nodded and pressed the button.

“I wanted two of those. Oh, and crispy bacon,” I added.

Brittany froze. “Really?”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “To the left, it gives you that option.” She glanced up. “Fries today, Kip?”

“Yes, please.” I held out my credit card.

Brittany looked like I was handing her a cobra. Her eyes widened. “Oh, no. I don’t remember how to do the credit card thing.”

Samantha gave me a strained smile. “I’m so sorry. We’re trying to get her up to speed on the register. She’s new.”

You don’t say?

Samantha took the card from me and finished the transaction with ease. Brittany stood beside her, looking dazed. It wasn’t lost on me that every few seconds, her eyes seemed to drift toward the front door longingly. I had the distinct impression she was thinking about making a run for it. From the number of irritated people muttering behind me in line, that wasn’t the worst idea.

Once I’d paid, I took my seat in the waiting area and scrolled through my phone. Loud laughter from a table across the restaurant caught my attention. I glanced up distractedly and was surprised when I saw Merrick. He was seated at a long table with some people from the Pearl Cove city council and the mayor.

I stiffened when I noticed that directly next to Merrick was his ex, Peter, looking happy as a clam.

Chapter Two

Peter was saying something to Merrick, and Merrick had his head inclined toward Peter. My stomach clenched at the sight of them together. Seeing them like that brought back a lot of unpleasant memories of when they’d been a couple. Peter had actually been the catalyst that brought me and Merrick together. I hadn’t realized I’d had feelings for Merrick until he’d started dating Peter seriously.

I’m overreacting.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. They were having lunch together, that was all. They were also having lunch with a big group, so it wasn’t even that personal. Just because Merrick hadn’t mentioned Peter would be at the lunch, that was no reason to go ballistic. Peter had recently been promoted to chief medical officer at St. Mary’s. If they were discussing St. Mary’s Hospital, it wasn’t odd that Peter might be there.

Still, uneasiness shifted through me as I watched the two of them interacting. It was hard not to feel a little intimidated by Peter. He was cut from the same cloth as Merrick when it came to his career. He too wanted to climb to the top of his profession. I sometimes felt like an underachiever compared to those two. I was content to run my own business and stay on an even path. I didn’t hunger for power the way they did. Their goal was world domination while mine was happiness. Contentment.

“Kip, your order is up,” Samantha called out.

I jumped at the sound of my name and stood. I went to grab my food, hoping Merrick didn’t notice me. I didn’t want to talk to him yet. I was still processing how I felt about seeing him with Peter. Had he known Peter would be at lunch? It was possible he hadn’t. It was also possible he had, but he simply hadn’t said anything.

I got in my truck, feeling jittery. “I’m way overthinking this,” I muttered. Spot gave my face a cursory lick, but then his interest immediately shifted to the bag of food. I laughed, shaking my head. “I can’t even keep your interest?”

I started the truck and headed to Helen’s home, doing my best to think about anything but Merrick. I parked on the street behind a black van with the name Abe’s Security Systems painted on the side. I moved up the front walkway and found the front door open. I heard Helen’s voice coming from inside the home, and I followed the sound until I found her.

She was in her bedroom, talking to an older man, while a younger Hispanic kid used a drill near the windowsill. She smiled when she saw me.

“Hey, Kip.” She waved me over.

The older man held out his hand. “Howdy, I’m Abe.”

I shook his hand. “Kip.”

Abe cleared his throat. “I was just explaining to Helen that the real point of a security system is to alert the homeowner before the intruder gets inside. That requires a sensor on every vulnerable window and door.”

“Right.” I nodded. “Makes sense.”

Also sounds expensive.

“Even the upstairs windows?” Helen frowned. “I just don’t see why that would be necessary. The person who broke into my home got in through the back door.”

Sighing, Abe said, “Skimping on door and window sensors is the biggest home security mistake people make. Trust me, the one window you skip is the one window a burglar will choose to enter.”

Helen shivered. “God. Maybe I should just move.”

I laughed. “No. You said yourself the thieves didn’t get anything. Odds are they won’t come back. This is a good neighborhood, usually.”

Abe nodded. “I agree. This neighborhood isn’t prone to burglaries. Still, it’s a good idea to have a security system, especially since you’re a woman living alone.”

“You don’t have to be a woman to want that peace of mind.” I shrugged. “I almost put in a system a few months ago, but I have Spot to alert me to intruders now, so I didn’t bother.”

Abe looked down at Spot, who sat quietly at my feet. “Yep. Dogs are excellent at sounding the warning.”

Helen patted Spot’s head. “Perhaps I should get a dog. It’s been a while since I had one.”

“You should.” I smiled. “The shelter is full of great dogs.”

She frowned. “But it does make it harder to be spontaneous.”

My lips twitched because if there was one thing Helen wasn’t, it was spontaneous. “What did you have in mind? Taking off for Barbados on a moment’s notice?”

Helen laughed. “Maybe. If I had a dog, I couldn’t do that.”

Abe smiled distractedly at our conversation and held out a clipboard, pointing to the bottom of the paper. “Just initial there if you want the professional monitoring included in your service.”

Frowning, Helen studied the contract. “Professional monitoring?”

Abe nodded. “If your alarm goes off, our company will alert the cops.”

Helen glanced at me, a line between her sandy brows. “Should I get that?”

I met Abe’s gaze. “If she doesn’t get that feature, what happens if the alarm goes off when she’s not home?”

“If she’s self-monitoring, she’ll receive a notification that her alarm has been set off, but she’d have to call the cops herself.” He shrugged. “With professional monitoring, we call the cops for the homeowner.”

“Considering how little the police cared when they got here last time, I don’t know why it matters that they get here quicker,” grumbled Helen.

“It’s useful for when you’re away on vacation. If the alarm goes off and you’re lying on the beach in Hawaii, sipping a daiquiri, what are you going to do about it? If you have the professional monitoring, we’d alert the cops for you.”

“I see.” Helen frowned. “It’s a lot more expensive with that added on.”

“It’s up to you.” Abe lifted one shoulder. “Lots of people don’t have the monitoring. You can always add it later if you change your mind.”

“I’ll wait for now on the monitoring.” Helen scribbled her signature at the bottom. “If I get burgled again, then I’ll definitely add that on.”

“Okey dokey.” Abe took the clipboard from her. “Just leave everything to me and Juan. We’ll get you set up.” He went over to the kid by the window.

Helen and I left the bedroom and went out onto her back patio. She had a nice yard with fruit trees and a healthy green lawn. It wasn’t a large space, but it was pleasant and certainly big enough. Helen went back inside to get plates and iced tea, and when she returned, we sat in her teak patio chairs and devoured our lunch.

“I’ll sleep better once that alarm system is installed.” Helen pressed her napkin to her lips.

“Yes. It’s disturbing when someone breaks in or even just tries to break in. You feel like there’s a bullseye on you.”

She nodded. “Exactly. Out of all the houses in Pearl Cove, why did that crook pick my humble little home?” She shuddered. “I just pray they never come back.”

“I don’t think they will.”

I’d just finished speaking when there was a little thud on the porch floor, and Helen suddenly let out a shriek. Glancing down, I saw a black rat scurrying across the porch and under our chairs. Helen jumped to her feet, eyes wide, but then froze and turned to glare at the wooden fence. “Timmy! I’ve told you a hundred times not to do that. It’s not funny to scare people.”

I’d also been startled to my feet, but as I examined the black rodent that lay at the end of the deck, I realized it wasn’t real. “What the heck?” I moved over to examine the toy rat. Even though I knew it was fake, I hesitated to pick it up. I forced myself to grab the rat’s rubber tail, and I held the fake rat away from my body.

Cheeks flushed, Helen stomped toward the fence. “Go get your mother, Timmy. I’m tired of this.”

I followed Helen, and squinting at the fence, I was able to make out a chubby-cheeked kid staring at us through the wooden slats. A maniacal giggle came from the other side of the fence.

“It’s not funny, Timmy,” Helen growled.

“It is funny,” the child yelled gleefully. “You runned away!”

Helen pulled a small wooden crate over to the fence, and she climbed up on it. I got the feeling she’d done that many times before. “Sheila, you need to get out here right now,” she yelled.

I was taller than Helen, so I was able to see over the fence without the help of a box. Next door, a grumpy-looking blonde woman stormed out of the sliding glass door. Her hair was in pink curlers, and she had cotton stuck between her toes as if she’d been painting her toenails.

“What is it now, Helen?” The woman scowled up at Helen.

“Timmy tried to scare me with his wind-up rat again.” Helen’s voice wobbled with irritation. “This is the fourth time this week.”

“For goodness’ sake,” hissed Sheila. “That’s why you bothered me?”

“Timmy’s behavior is not okay.”

Sheila laughed shrilly. “It’s a toy. It can’t hurt you.”

Helen said through clenched teeth, “I know a toy rat can’t hurt me. The problem is, Sheila, I don’t know it’s a toy when it first scurries across my foot.”

Sheila rolled her eyes. “You’re overreacting as usual. You have no sense of humor.”

“It’s not funny to scare people. Timmy needs to be taught that lesson.”

“He’s a child. Why do you keep picking on him?”

“I’m not picking on him,” Helen sputtered indignantly. “He’s picking on me.”

“He’s six. He can’t pick on you.”

“Are you insane?” Helen snapped. She was usually a very even-keel sort of person, but it was obvious she was seething.

The worst part was Timmy seemed to be enjoying the friction between Helen and his mother. There was a mischievous gleam in his big blue eyes, and if a six-year-old could smirk, he was smirking.

Trying to defuse the situation, I said, “Ma’am, I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if Helen scared your son just because she thought it was funny, right?”

The woman’s annoyed gaze settled on me. “Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of Helen’s.”

“This doesn’t concern you.” Sheila sniffed.

Irritation rippled through me. “I think it does. Helen’s well-being is my concern.”

“Oh, big whoop,” Sheila mumbled.

“I’m sorry?” I frowned.

Sheila said, “You heard me.”

Helen shook her head. “It’s okay, Kip. Don’t get involved. She’s like talking to a wall.”

Timmy giggled and held out his grimy little hand toward me. “Gimme my rat back.”

I squinted at the child. “I don’t think so.”

Timmy blinked at me. “But… I want it.”

“Not just yet.”

“Give me my rat,” mumbled the child. “Or else.”

I laughed and glanced at Helen. “Is he seriously threatening me?”

“Probably,” muttered Helen. “He’s a little thug in the making.”

“Now. I want my toy now,” Timmy shouted.

Frowning, I said, “You didn’t even say please.”

The little boy wrinkled his brow. “Huh?”

I said, “You should say please when asking for something, Timmy.”

“Who are you to lecture my child?” Sheila took a step toward the fence but quickly remembered her freshly painted toenails and stopped. “You hand that toy over right now.”

I raised my brows. “You didn’t say please either. No wonder he has no manners.”

Helen laughed. “You’ll get this rat back when I get an apology. I’d also appreciate a promise from Timmy that he won’t ever do this again.”

The child began to jump up and down, crying. Although, I suspected he wasn’t really crying because there were no tears. I got the feeling he ruled the roost in that house, and that hunch was verified when the mother began patting his back and telling him everything was fine.

“This isn’t the only problem either,” Helen said. “Timmy threw eggs at my house the other day. I wasn’t going to say anything, but it’s becoming very obvious you have no control over that child.”

“How do you know that was Timmy?” Sheila demanded.

“Because I saw him do it.” Helen sounded exasperated.

Sheila sputtered, “You’re a horrible woman. You’re always picking on poor Timmy. If I had my way, you’d move. I just want you out of our lives.”

“I was here first,” Helen said indignantly. “Why should I move?”

Wagging her finger at Helen, Sheila rasped, “I can make life very difficult for you, old woman.”

“Old woman?” Helen scowled.

“That’s right. You’re a bitter old woman. You’re jealous of my happy family.”

Helen’s cheeks were pink. “That’s just not true. Your child is a menace, and I simply want you to control him.”

Sheila hissed, “My husband has had just about enough of you. You don’t want him mad at you. He isn’t as nice as me.”

“Is that a threat?” I demanded, uneasiness shifting through me. I’d heard horror stories of disputes between neighbors turning deadly. I certainly didn’t want Helen getting involved in anything like that.

Sheila glared at me. “She’s been warned.” She turned and stomped away, leaving little cotton balls in her wake.

Helen got down off her box. “That entire family is a train wreck.”

“So it isn’t just Timmy that’s the problem?”

Helen chuffed. “Hardly. The father, Rubin, has been out of work for over a year. All he does is drink and argue with everyone on the block. The wife goes out with her friends constantly, and that kid just runs wild.”

I frowned. “You don’t think they were responsible for breaking your back door, do you?”

Helen widened her eyes. “I… I don’t think so.”

“It sounds like you’ve had bad blood for a while. Maybe they want to drive you out.”

No.” She blinked at me. “You don’t think they would do that, do you?”

“I’m not sure. From what you’re saying, and from what I just witnessed, they definitely don’t like you.”

“Well, it’s mutual,” grumbled Helen.

I followed Helen to the patio. “At least now, if it was them tampering with your back door, the alarm should scare them off.”

She smirked. “Wouldn’t it be fun to see that woman dragged off in handcuffs?”

I gave a low whistle. “You really don’t like her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you when you’re truly angry.”

Helen huffed. “This has been going on for months. The child has no boundaries. No manners.”

“Yes. I could see that. He wasn’t afraid of getting in trouble.”

She sighed. “In one respect, it would almost be comforting if that crazy family was responsible for breaking into my home. At least then I’d know who it was who invaded my space and why.”

“That’s true.”

Helen sat down again. “Let’s change the subject. I’m getting too angry.”

“Okay. What else shall we talk about?” I smiled. “Oh, I know. How about what a great boss I am?”

She cackled. “You are a great boss, but I don’t want you to get a swelled head.”

I leaned back in my chair, clasping my hands over my stomach. “We could talk about the weather.”

“True.” Helen gave a sly smile. “Or we could talk about how things are going with Merrick.”

I grimaced. “Not sure I should.”

“Oh, come on. It’s me. You can tell me stuff.”

“I do tell you stuff all the time. Probably too much stuff.”

“Nah.” She leaned toward me. “Come on, are things going well?”

I hesitated. “Things are going… great.”

She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

She scowled. “Liar. I have good instincts. There was something in your voice just now.”

I looked away. “You’re mistaken. It’s rainbows and Care Bears between Merrick and me.”

“Oh, Lord. If you’re referencing cartoon characters, things must really be bad.”

I laughed. “No. Things are really… good.”

She squinted. “There’s that tone again.”

My face warmed. “Helen, seriously, things are really good with Merrick. We’re getting along so well it’s shocking.”

“But…?” she nudged.

I wavered, not wanting to make something out of nothing but also kind of needing a sounding board. Helen would tell me if she thought I was overreacting about Peter being at lunch with Merrick.

“You and Merrick have sparred with each other a long time. There’s bound to be an adjustment period.” She studied me. “Did you fight?”

I shook my head. “No. We’ve been getting along great. Fantastic.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“It’s okay if you do fight, you know? Couples fight sometimes.”

“Yes, but we haven’t had a fight yet.”

Her gaze was so piercing it felt like she could see into my soul. “But there’s something wrong.”

“It’s nothing. I’m sure I’m making something out of nothing. I’m not used to being in a relationship. It feels awkward. I like it, but at the same time, I can’t help feeling on edge.”

“Of course. You’re vulnerable for the first time in forever. You hate that.” She sighed. “Merrick hates being vulnerable too. But he’s been waiting a long time for you. I get the feeling he’ll do just about anything to make it work.”

I didn’t respond.

“But for you,” she said, “the idea of Merrick as trustworthy is new. Seeing him romantically must surely be a challenge.”

I sighed. “Yeah. It is. I mean, I do see him that way, but there’s still a part of me that keeps worrying maybe he’s just punking me.”

“He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t have dumped Peter for you if this was all a game to him. Come on, Kip. Don’t be silly.”

“But see, that’s another thing. Everyone seemed to think Peter was a perfect match for Merrick. But I’m nothing like Peter.”

“I didn’t think Peter was perfect for Merrick. Charlene didn’t. Your mother and June didn’t.” She laughed. “And most importantly, Merrick didn’t.”

“Yeah, but what if Merrick feels like he made a mistake?”

“Is he acting like he thinks he made a mistake?” She frowned.

“I wouldn’t know what that looks like.”

“I see.” She pursed her lips. “Is he making time for you?”

“Usually.”

“How often do you see him?”

I frowned. “Should we really be talking about this?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I feel disloyal discussing Merrick behind his back.”

She grimaced. “You need to talk. You need to work through things. You don’t always want to do that with the person you’re involved with because things can get out of hand. Feelings can get hurt.”

“Yes. That’s very true.” I nodded.

“So you never answered. How often do you see Merrick?”

I sighed. “Almost every night. He comes over after work. He spends his days off with me too. Sometimes we have lunch, but today, he had to cancel.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And that upset you?”

I shook my head. “No. Not at all. I understand that Merrick has lofty goals. When he said he had to cancel because the mayor and the city council wanted him to join them for lunch, I was cool with that.”

“You sure? Your voice got very tense just now.”

I laughed gruffly. “Jesus, you should have been a detective.”

“I know.” She smirked. “Your response must mean I’m right.”

I let out a tired breath. “I’m sure I’m overreacting. In fact, I’m positive I am. Merrick hasn’t done anything wrong. I’m just looking for things to be upset about. I’m just waiting for him to let me down.”

“That was incredibly candid.”

I gave a sheepish smile. “I happen to know I’m an emotional mess. I’m not good at relationships.”

“Neither is Merrick.”

“Exactly. I guess that’s what worries me.”

She frowned. “You say you were fine with him canceling lunch, yet you don’t seem fine. Why is that?”

I groaned. “Because when I picked up our club sandwiches, I saw him.”

“Okay.” She looked confused. “Was he not having lunch with the mayor and city council?”

“No, he was.”

She looked even more confused. “Ookkaayy. Then what’s the problem?”

I swallowed hard. “Peter was there.”

She went very still. “Really?”

“Yep. Sitting right next to him too. They looked very… cozy.”

“Huh.”

I grimaced. “The mayor and the city council needed to discuss the new wing for St. Mary’s Hospital. I’m sure that’s why Peter was there. He just got that big promotion to medical chief or something.”

“In that case, it seems reasonable that he was there.”

“I agree.”

“So, why are you upset?”

“I’m not really upset.” I frowned. “I’m more curious about why Merrick was at that lunch. He’s the chief of police. He doesn’t really have anything to do with city planning. Merrick said he was only going to the lunch to smooth things over with Mayor Rodriguez. Now I’m wondering if maybe Peter requested his presence.”

“I see. Well, Merrick will probably run into Peter from time to time. It’s just how it is in a small town. You have to trust Merrick around his ex.”

“I know. And for the most part, I do.”

“You don’t seem like you trust him.”

I grimaced. “I think I’m mostly just curious why Merrick didn’t tell me Peter would be there.”

“Maybe he didn’t know Peter would be there.”

“Right. I’ve thought of that. Maybe he didn’t.”

She narrowed her eyes. “But you think he did?”

“Not sure. I think Merrick wouldn’t want me to know. He knows I don’t like Peter. I mean, I don’t dislike Peter. I feel threatened by Peter.”

She shook her head. “That makes no sense. Merrick has been waiting for you to notice him for years. Many years. If he wanted Peter, he would’ve just stayed with Peter.”

I nodded. “Yes. What you’re saying is very logical.”

“But you don’t accept it?”

I groaned. “I suppose I don’t know what to think.”

“But… why?” She gave an exasperated laugh.

“I’m worried that Merrick built me up into something I’m not. Maybe the reality of who I am is a letdown. He told me he’d been waiting for me to notice him forever. What if now that he’s getting to know me, I’m boring?”

She grinned. “I had no idea you were this insecure.”

“It’s not funny. It’s very painful.” I sighed.

“True. Sorry.” She looked sufficiently chastened. “Do you want to know what I think?”

“Absolutely.”

“I think you’re self-sabotaging. I think you’re terrified of being completely open to Merrick. I think you’re afraid of getting hurt.”

I hung my head. “You’re right.”

“Kip, Merrick has known you most of your life. He knows exactly what you’re like. He’s seen your good side and your bad side. Merrick adores you just the way you are.”

I rubbed my face roughly. “God. This is so stupid. You’re right. I’m overreacting. I’m looking for reasons to have a problem with Merrick.”

“I’m sure it was all perfectly innocent.” She gave me an encouraging smile. “Okay? The fact that he’s bothering to drive to your house every single night after work must prove something to you.”

“Absolutely. I’m sure you’re right. He probably had no idea Peter was going to be there.”

“You should talk to Thomas about this. He is Merrick’s best friend. He knows Merrick better than anyone else.”

I recoiled. “No. I can’t talk about my love life with my brother.” I shuddered.

She laughed. “God, men are so weird.”

“I know.”

She smirked. “Thanks for keeping me company today, boss.”

“My pleasure.”

“Hearing about all your silly problems has really helped me put mine in perspective.”

“I do what I can for the ones I love.” I realized I was still holding the fake rat. “Should I throw this over the fence for the kid?”

Helen’s smile disappeared. “Heck no. That little brat doesn’t get his rat back until he apologizes to me.”

Chuckling, I said, “Remind me never to get on your bad side, Helen.”

Chapter Three

Talking to Helen helped. It didn’t completely get rid of all of my insecurities, but it definitely helped. I ate a light dinner and sat on the couch, reading and enjoying a beer while I waited for Merrick to come by after work. Around 9:30 p.m., he rang the doorbell, and with butterflies in my stomach, I got up to let him in.

He walked in with his usual confidence, and even after a long day at work, he looked impeccably put together. He slipped his arms around me, and he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was long and enjoyable, and when he finally let go of me, I was breathless.

“Well, hello.” I laughed.

He grinned and moved past me, shedding his suit coat and laying it over the nearest armchair. “What a day.”

“Can I get you a beer?” I held up my mostly empty bottle. “The bar is still open.”

He nodded. “That would be fab.” He sat down on the couch with a grunt, stretching his legs out in front of him. Spot was so excited to see Merrick he practically crawled up in his lap.

I went into the kitchen to grab Merrick a cold beer. “Do you want a glass?”

“No, thank you.” Merrick laughed when Spot began licking his face. “You’re such a good boy. That’s right, you’re a very good boy.”

I returned to him with the bottle of beer. “Gee, thanks,” I deadpanned. “I do try very hard to be a good boy.”

Merrick grinned. “That’s not the way I remember it.”

I laughed and sat down beside him. He took the beer and drank half of it in one go. I tried not to fixate on the way his tanned throat bobbed up and down as he drank. While I found Merrick complicated to understand, I also found him incredibly attractive.

“How was work?” I asked casually.

“Oh, the same old, same old.” He rested his head against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s good to finally be here.”

“You’re a little later than usual.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t offer any further explanation.

I wanted to bring up the subject of Peter, but I also didn’t. I hated the idea of rocking the boat. Merrick and I hadn’t squabbled the entire month we’d been together. That had to be a record for us. “My day was pretty boring,” I said finally.

He glanced over. “Hey, how is Helen doing? She must’ve been pretty rattled.”

“She was. She is. She had a security system installed at her home today.”

“Good idea.” He nodded approvingly.

“She lives on a good street. I wonder why she was targeted.”

“Hard to say. Who knows what’s rolling around inside the mind of a criminal?”

“Very true.” I toyed with the idea of mentioning how unhelpful his officer had been. I decided it couldn’t hurt to say something. After all, he was the chief of police. Odds were he’d want his officers to be the best they could be. He couldn’t fix things if he didn’t know what was broken. “Helen said the police weren’t very interested in her burglary.”

He met my gaze, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“She said the cop told her not to expect to catch the guy.”

He blinked at me. “He told her that?”

“Yep.”

“I’m sure they’ll do their best to catch the perp.”

“That wasn’t a very reassuring thing to say though.”

“No,” he agreed. “The responding officer wrote a report, right?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, well then, if Helen listed her stolen items, if they’re recovered, she should get them back.” He sipped his beer, looking unconcerned.

I grimaced. “Actually, nothing was taken.”

He laughed gruffly. “What?”

“Apparently, nothing was taken from her home.”

“Were they scared off before they could take anything?”

I shrugged. “She’s not sure why they didn’t take anything. She didn’t see anyone, but when she went inside, she found that the back door was ajar. The glass window on the door was broken, so she knew someone had gotten in her house.”

“Huh.” Merrick frowned but then seemed to shake it off. “Well, the important thing is Helen’s okay. If they didn’t take anything, that’s even better.”

“Sure, but someone did damage her door. They did get inside. God knows what they wanted.”

“True.”

“They didn’t even take prints from the back door.”

He frowned. “Really?”

“Nope.”

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he just shrugged. “I trust my officer. He must not have felt taking prints would help.”

I scowled. “But isn’t gathering prints one way to track down the crook?”

“We don’t always take prints. Especially if nothing was stolen.”

“Okay, but they did damage her property by breaking in.” I frowned. It was hard not to feel like he was simply defending his officer blindly. “You sent a guy to take prints from my back door when someone almost broke in. They actually did break into Helen’s house.”

He avoided my gaze. “That was different.”

“How so?”

“The person trying to get into your home was being aggressive. You were home when that guy tried to break in. I made the call that you were probably in danger.”

“For all we know, the person who broke into Helen’s home is dangerous.”

“Yes.” He sounded overly patient. “But the officer who responded obviously didn’t see it that way.”

“He couldn’t possibly know that. In my opinion, he did a sloppy job.”

A muscle worked in his jaw. “PCPD has other crimes to handle, Kip.”

“Obviously, I know that.”

He continued. “Pearl Cove might not have the same crime rate as a big city, but we have crime. Violent crime. A broken door is a low-priority call. No one was hurt. Nothing was taken. I think my officer made the right decision by moving on to another call that probably was more important.”

I blinked at him in surprise. “Good to know the cops pick and choose what they think is important.”

He let out a tired breath. “You’re taking this too personally.”

“That’s because Helen is my friend. She could have been injured if she’d been home. Maybe that doesn’t worry PCPD, but it sure as heck worries me.”

He pinched the skin between his eyes. “Jesus, Kip. Do you want to fight with me? I can’t help but feel like you want to fight.”

“I… I don’t want to fight. I just think when a person calls the police because a crime was committed, they should feel like the cops care when they get there.”

He said in an exasperated voice, “We do care. Of course we care. None of us would be cops if we didn’t care.”

“That cop sure didn’t care. He brushed Helen off.”

“I’m sure he didn’t mean to come across that way. My officers are good men.”

I clamped my mouth shut because things were spiraling. I didn’t want to get into a full-blown argument. He also didn’t speak, and we sat in awkward silence as I tried to push away my frustration.

Once I felt a little calmer, I said, “I’m sure most of your officers are great cops.”

“Okay, that’s good.”

“It’s simply that Helen was scared, and when the police arrived, they were no comfort to her. They basically told her, ‘Oh, well, stuff happens.’”

He sighed. “Look, I’m sorry whoever responded to that call made Helen feel bad. I like Helen. I’d never want her to feel unsafe. My guess is the way the responding officer handled her call was influenced by other things that were going on in the city. You couldn’t know this, but we had two assaults on the east side last night. One woman was carjacked and is in critical condition.”

“Oh, God.” I winced.

“I think timing is probably why Helen got brushed off. But I understand what you’re saying. Every single citizen in Pearl Cove should feel safe. They should feel like PCPD cares, whether the crime is big or small.”

I felt relieved that he seemed to be on the same page now. “That’s really all I’m saying.”

He gave a weak smile, and he took my hand. “I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I was being defensive. I’m tired. It was a long, stressful day.” He lifted my hand and brushed his lips lightly over my knuckles. “I’m just happy to be here with you right now. I don’t want to fight.”

My heart squeezed at his sincerity, and all my irritation slipped away. “I didn’t mean to dump that on you at the end of a long day. I should’ve waited to bring it up, if at all.”

He smiled, obvious relief in his eyes. “Look at us, working things out like a real couple.”

I laughed. “Weren’t you the one who said relationships were all about people getting on each other’s nerves?”

He wrinkled his brow. “I never said that.”

“Yes you did.” I grinned. “It was when you were fighting with… Peter about Valentine’s Day plans.”

He dropped his gaze. “Oh. Well, it’s different with you.”

I really liked hearing that. It made me feel special. I really wanted to be special to Merrick. More and more, I realized that to be the truth. “So you no longer believe familiarity breeds contempt?”

His light green eyes narrowed. “You’re definitely in a feisty mood tonight.”

Laughing, I said, “No I’m not. I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re an enigma wrapped in a riddle.”

“I’m no more of a mystery than you are.”

“Not true. I’m an open book.”

“Ha!” he chortled. “You’re not even close to open.”

I squeezed his hand. “I’d like to be. With you. I’d like to be more open with you.”

A little smile played around his full lips. “Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“I’d like that with you too. I don’t like secrets, and I don’t want any between us.”

He’d just given me the perfect opening to mention Peter and his presence at lunch earlier today. But I decided not to go there. We’d just made it through a little rough patch. I had no desire to go back into awkward territory.

“Good.”

“Want to go to bed early?” His voice rumbled in his throat.

My stomach fluttered. “Sure. If that’s what you want.”

His response was to drain his bottle of beer. He set the empty on the coffee table and stood. Holding out his hand, he said, “You’re what I want, Kip.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Well, that works for me.”

****

“You want to take a walk after lunch today?” I asked, stopping near Helen’s desk. “It’s a beautiful day.”

Helen grimaced. “That sounds wonderful. Unfortunately, I just got a call from the A Plus Moving Company. I need to rush home and let them in.”

“A moving company?” I frowned. “Is there something you need to tell me, Helen?”

She laughed. “No. I’m not moving. Remember my aunt Agatha, who lived in Florida?”

“Vaguely.”

“Well, she died a week ago.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Helen sighed. “Thank you. She was very eccentric, and she was feuding with almost everyone in the family but me. I wouldn’t say we were close, but at least we were speaking.”

I nodded, uncertain of what any of that had to do with a moving van at her house.

“Apparently, Aunt Agatha wanted me to inherit a few things. She had the items shipped to me right before she passed. They’re arriving this afternoon. I didn’t even know about them until the movers called me. Otherwise, I’d have given you a heads-up.”

I shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

“You sure?”

“Yep. Charlene should be back any second. She could hold down the fort if you want company?”

Helen squinted at me. “Kip, you don’t have to babysit me. I’m perfectly fine meeting the movers by myself.”

“I know that. I’m not babysitting you. I just want to get out of the office for a while.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re a horrible liar.”

“Am I?” I smirked. “I thought I was pretty good.”

The door opened, and Charlene strolled in, eating an orange Popsicle. “Howdy, plebians.”

“Oh, good. You’re back,” I said. “Do you mind watching the place while I go with Helen to meet someone?”

Frowning, Charlene asked, “Who are you meeting?”

I laughed. “Does it matter?”

Charlene smirked. “I’m not done with my Popsicle yet. Not sure I can watch the place when I’m distracted by such yumminess.”

I sighed. “Oh, Charlene, Charlene, Charlene. Did you forget employee evaluations are coming up in a few days? Don’t you want to look like a team player? If not, I might need to find someone who is.”

Charlene sucked her Popsicle, holding my gaze. She pulled her lips off the treat with a loud pop. “You won’t fire me. You’d be lost without me, boss.”

“Probably.” I grinned. “But it might be fun to see the look on your face if I did.”

Charlene narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

“Okay, you two, that’s enough.” Helen shook her head. “Charlene, you’re staying here. Kip, if you’re coming with me, then let’s go.” She strode toward the door purposefully.

I saluted her. “Yes, ma’am!”

Charlene laughed and sat in Helen’s chair, spinning around. “It’s good to be boss.”

We took my truck, and when we arrived at Helen’s, the moving van was parking in front of her home. A silver-haired man jumped down from the cab and approached us while two other men headed toward the side door of the long van.

“Mrs. Helen Williams?” he asked as he neared.

“That’s me,” Helen said.

“I apologize.” He gestured toward the big truck. “We’d have been here yesterday, but we had a flat tire in Arizona.”

“No problem.” Helen grimaced. “I’m shocked my aunt Agatha sent me anything, to be honest. Do you mind telling me what I’m getting?”

“Sure. Let’s see… there’s one box of miscellaneous stuff like jewelry and woolens.” He scanned the clipboard he held. “Two boxes of china and a large mahogany buffet.”

“Oh, Lord.” Helen grimaced. “I think I remember that buffet from when I was a kid. It’s not a very attractive piece. Where am I going to put a big piece like that? I already have a dining set with a china cabinet.”

“Maybe the garage?” I suggested. “Just until you can figure out what to do with it.”

The driver nodded. “Sure. Wherever you want it is fine.”

Helen headed toward the house. “I’ll open the garage door.”

It didn’t take long for the burly workers to unload the items into Helen’s garage. She looked less than thrilled as they placed the big mahogany buffet against one wall. Helen hadn’t been kidding about it not being very attractive. It looked very dated, but not in a cool antique way. It seemed to be an Italian Provincial–inspired design, but it wasn’t done well. Instead of the typical glass china cabinet part, it had an upper level of plain open shelves attached, and the hardware on the drawers looked cheap. Overall, the appearance was clunky and unappealing. In the center of the upper shelves, the face of a clock poked out. It didn’t appear to be working, and it looked odd smack in the middle of the shelves.

“Why is there a clock there?” I murmured.

Helen laughed. “Aunt Agatha’s third husband, Bart, gave that to her as a gift on one of their anniversaries. Secretly, Aunt Agatha thought the clock was ugly. I never saw it before it was built in, but apparently, there was a nude woman on it. Aunt Agatha was a very prudish woman. She hated that. After he died, she didn’t have the heart to get rid of it, so she had it built into the cabinet. I don’t think it ever kept good time. Bart was nice but a cheapskate, so it makes sense the clock would be useless.”

I glanced at the three boxes of stuff Aunt Agatha had also sent. “If there’s nothing valuable, you can always donate this stuff to the Goodwill.”

“I might end up doing that. If I’m not too guilty.” She laughed ruefully.

The driver stopped next to us. “That’s all we have for you.”

“Thank you. Would you boys like some water or a soda?” Helen offered.

The driver smiled. “We’re going to grab lunch now, but I appreciate the offer.” He nodded politely and headed back toward the moving van. After a few moments, the big vehicle rumbled away down the quiet lane.

On the sidewalk, a middle-aged man was strolling by. He stopped and watched the moving van drive away, and then he turned and waved to us. “Good afternoon,” he called out cheerfully.

Helen smiled. “Hello.”

Instead of continuing his walk, he approached. “I just moved in a few houses down. I’m getting the lay of the land.”

“Oh, welcome to the neighborhood,” Helen said. “Which house is yours?”

He pointed down the street. “The yellow one with the birdbath in the front yard. I’m just renting for now. Trying to decide if Pearl Cove is my kind of town.”

“It’s a great place to live.” I smiled.

“I’m enjoying it so far. I’m Elwood, by the way.” He offered his hand.

Once the introductions were out of the way, we chatted about the neighborhood for a bit. I felt a little antsy because I needed to get back to the shop, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Helen and Elwood seemed to be really hitting it off.

“You’ll have to recommend some good restaurants in town.” Elwood smiled at Helen. “Or better yet, you can keep me company when I go check them out.”

Helen laughed, her cheeks slightly pink. “Well, that sounds fun.”

I was surprised that Helen actually seemed receptive to Elwood. Of course, he wasn’t a bad-looking man. He had close-cropped white hair and sharp gray eyes. He was fit-looking too, and he laughed easily. My surprise came more from the fact that Helen was usually guarded with strangers. However, she seemed to instantly take to Elwood.

Elwood gestured toward the garage. “When I saw the moving van, I thought you were new to the neighborhood too.”

“Nope. I’ve been in this house over twenty-five years.” Helen sighed. “It’s a great neighborhood.”

“I like that there are kids on the block.” Elwood lowered his voice. “Although the people next to you, that little boy is a brat.”

Helen laughed. “I couldn’t agree more. That whole family is kooky.”

He looked pleased that they were on the same page. “I’ve met quite a few nice people so far. Your immediate neighbor on the other side, the redhead named Gilda, she seems to know everything going on.”

Helen rolled her eyes. “Gilda is a busybody. She’s in everybody’s business all the time. Unless you want everyone to know all your secrets, steer clear of her.”

“Oh, thanks for the heads-up.”

I shifted restlessly, and Helen seemed to notice.

“We’d better get going. We’re just on a lunch break.” She smiled at Elwood. “I’ll just close the garage door.”

“Sure. Sure.” Elwood nodded and turned to me. “Are you Helen’s son?”

I laughed. “No. I’m her boss.”

He lifted his white brows in surprise. “You don’t say?”

“She’s my office manager. I own the Red Leash. It’s a dog-walking service.”

“Good for you. That’s fantastic.”

“I enjoy it.”

“I used to have an Irish setter. Craziest dog I ever owned, but I loved him. His name was Riley. When he died, I couldn’t find it in me to replace him.”

“I get it. It took me forever to replace my last dog.”

Elwood nodded. “Helen doesn’t have a dog, right?”

“Nope.”

“Yeah. I didn’t think so.” He smiled at Helen when she returned. “Well, I’d better let you two go. I hope to see you again soon, Helen.”

“I’ll be around,” Helen said.

Elwood strolled away down the sidewalk, and we went to my truck. Once inside, I said casually, “Elwood seems nice.”

“He does.” Her tone was noncommittal.

“He sure appeared taken with you.”

She laughed and looked out the window. “Oh, he was just being friendly.”

“I didn’t see it that way. He suggested you go out to eat with him. I suspect that was his subtle way of asking you out on a date.”

“I couldn’t tell. He’s probably just lonely because he doesn’t know anyone else in town yet.”

“It could be that, but I thought I saw a spark in his eye.”

She sighed. “He did seem almost flirtatious. It’s been a long time since a man bothered flirting with me even a little.”

“If he was flirting, is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I’m not sure,” she murmured.

“Maybe it’s time you got back on the horse. You haven’t dated anyone in years.”

She frowned. “Well, I just met Elwood. I’m not jumping into anything until I know him better. I move slowly.”

“No, I move slowly. You make snails look like speed demons.”

“Oh, shut up.” Her smile softened her words.

“It’s true. You’re a very suspicious person.”

She sighed. “I can’t help it. I read about all these women being scammed, and it makes me leery. Look at what happened with poor Mrs. Ribald. She got completely hoodwinked.”

“You make a good point. Still, Elwood seemed very nice.”

“Yes. I look forward to getting to know him better. At my slow and steady pace.”

I did my best not to laugh as I said, “Just remember, neither one of you are spring chickens. Don’t go too slowly.”

“You’re going to regret making fun of me, Kip.”

I sighed. “Oh, I know I am.”

Chapter Four

A few days later, Merrick surprised me by dropping by right before lunchtime. My stomach somersaulted at the sight of him walking into the shop. I never got used to seeing him. Every time I laid eyes on him, my pulse spiked, and I got breathless. Would that wear off eventually? I hoped not. I liked feeling excited about the person I was dating.

After greeting the others, he walked into my office. I got up to greet him, and he kissed me, slipping his muscular arms around me. I inhaled his crisp cologne and smiled up at him.

“This is a nice surprise,” I said.

“I missed you,” he said huskily. “I wanted to see you.”

I enjoyed how easily he volunteered things like that. His words helped soothe my ever-present insecurities. “Missed you too.”

“Can I take you to lunch?”

“Sure.”

He released me, and his expression tensed. “Unfortunately, I have a work function this evening. I… uh… won’t be able to come by after work like I usually do.”

My happiness evaporated. “Oh. Is that why you asked me to lunch?”

“I ask you to lunch all the time.”

“Right.” Although, he hadn’t the last few days because he’d been too swamped at work.

“I did want to make time for us though. Especially since I can’t see you later tonight.” His smile was uncertain.

“What is this work function?”

He avoided my gaze. “The mayor wants to have another meeting about St. Mary’s. It might run late. I don’t want you to have to wait up for me. I figured it was better if I just slept at my place tonight.”

Uneasiness went through me. I wanted to ask if Peter would be at that meeting too, but he didn’t know I’d seen Peter with him the other day. I didn’t want to sound jealous or paranoid. Even though I was. “So, are you guys having dinner?”

“Yeah. Dinner and drinks.”

“Sounds fun.” I did my best to sound nonjudgmental. “Where are you guys going?”

“The Rusty Pier.” His voice seemed slightly defensive.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I asked, “Business meetings at a bar probably makes it more fun.”

He shrugged. “Mayor Rodriquez picked the place and the time. I’m just at her beck and call.”

“True.” I added casually, “It’s weird that you keep being pulled into talks about the hospital. It has nothing to do with your department, right?”

“I don’t know why she wants me there, but I can’t question her either without it being awkward. I’m relieved she doesn’t seem to be upset with me anymore. I just have to go when she asks and try to look like a team player.”

“Yeah, I get it.” For all I knew, Peter wasn’t even going to be there. It did still bother me, though, that Merrick had never mentioned running into his ex the other day. “Is it the same group as last time?”

He hesitated. “I think so? Like I said, I’m just going because I was asked to go.”

“Right.”

Just tell him you saw him with Peter.

Maybe if I addressed what was bothering me, he could put my suspicions to rest. By not saying anything, my feelings were festering. However, I didn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill. But if he was going to a bar with his ex, he should be honest about it. Hiding Peter’s presence was what was making me paranoid.

“Where do you want to have lunch?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Doesn’t matter. Anywhere is fine.”

His gaze was alert. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew something was bugging me. “Should I have called first? Instead of assuming you had time to go to lunch with me. Do you have time?”

“Of course. I want to go to lunch with you.” I forced a smile, but it must have been unconvincing because he frowned.

“Are you upset with me about tonight?”

I grimaced. “No.”

“You sure?”

“Merrick, I know how your job is.”

“I hope you know I’m frustrated too?” he said quietly. “I’ll definitely come by your place tomorrow night. Even if the mayor asks me to go to a meeting, I’ll just tell her I can’t. Okay?”

I was surprised at that offer. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I don’t want that either, but I don’t want to screw things up with you more.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

He sighed and gently took hold of the front of my shirt. “You should already know that, Kip. I’ve told you how much I want to be with you.”

I lifted one shoulder. “You never know what people are really thinking.”

“I suppose that’s true,” he murmured, watching me closely.

His gaze was so intense it made me nervous. “Mexican,” I blurted.

He raised his brows. “I’m sorry?”

“I want Mexican food for lunch.”

“Oh.” He laughed. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

I smiled, trying to relax and get into our usual rhythm. Fixating on Peter was interfering with my time with Merrick. I couldn’t let that happen. Peter was the past. I was the present.

“Let’s take my car,” he suggested.

“You never want to ride in my truck.” I smirked. “Is it beneath you because you’re chief of police?”

“No. It’s just that my car smells better.”

I scowled. “Are you saying my truck stinks?”

He grinned. “Kind of, yeah. It’s to be expected.”

“It is?”

“Yep. I don’t cart dogs around all day long. My Mercedes is my baby. I treat her right.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be alone with your car?”

“Nah. You can join us.” He stood aside to let me leave the office first.

“Merrick is taking me to lunch,” I called out to Helen.

She nodded. “I put that together all by myself.”

I laughed at her sardonic tone. “Are you having lunch with Charlene?”

“No. She has a dentist appointment.” Her smile was coy. “I have other plans.”

“Really?”

“Elwood is taking me to lunch today.” She beamed.

“That’s great.”

Merrick frowned. “Who’s Elwood?”

“My new neighbor,” Helen said.

“Is that right?” Merrick teased, “Who is this guy? Should I run a background check on him?”

Helen laughed. “No. He seems like a real gentleman.”

“I met him too,” I said. “He does seem like a good guy.”

“That’s wonderful.” Merrick seemed sincerely pleased for Helen. “I’ll need to hear more about this guy at a later date.”

“We’ll see.” Helen laughed as she pulled on her sweater. “Have fun, you two.”

“We will. You too.” Merrick rested his hand on my back as we left the building.

Once in his car, he flicked on soothing classical music for the drive over to Mi Ranchito Veracruz Family Restaurant. We chatted about my work and his until we reached the restaurant.

A skinny girl with two thick black braids greeted us. “Two for lunch?” She had lash extensions that were so long they were distracting.

“Yes,” Merrick said agreeably. “A booth if you have one, please.”

“Sure, Chief.” She winked and led the way through the restaurant.

It wasn’t lost on me that people watched us as we made our way to our table. I was used to it after a month of dating Merrick. He was popular with the citizens of Pearl Cove. Most people didn’t know who I was, but they all knew Merrick. They probably wondered what he was doing with a nobody like me.

The hostess handed us plastic-covered menus and took our drink order. Since we both had to go back to work, we just got iced tea. My mouth watered watching the waiters carrying trays of margaritas, but I behaved.

“So, tell me about this guy Helen’s having lunch with,” Merrick said, crossing his hands on the tabletop.

“It’s like she said, he’s her new neighbor. Just moved onto her street.”

“Yes, but I mean who is he? What’s he like? What do you know about him?”

I smiled. “You sound like a cop for sure.”

He laughed. “Helen is great. I don’t want her getting involved with miscreants.”

“Elwood seems nice. I don’t think he’s a bad dude, but I barely know him.”

“Helen’s never been married, right?”

“Nope. She’s had a few serious relationships over the years, but the guys always want to leave Pearl Cove. She doesn’t.”

He nodded. “I’d never be with anyone who wanted to leave Pearl Cove.”

“Me neither. I love it here.”

He smiled. “See, we’re so very compatible.”

“About that, at least.”

He frowned. “You don’t think we’re compatible?”

“I do.” I grimaced. “I didn’t mean anything by that comment. I’m just being my usual sardonic self.”

“Okay, good.” He leaned back, watching me.

I felt a little self-conscious at his intense gaze. “I think overall we’re surprisingly compatible. Not counting your horrible taste in movies.”

“Hey, action movies are fun.” He grinned. “I don’t make fun of your obsession with British mysteries.”

“Of course not. They’re delightful entertainment.”

He laughed. “Thomas thinks they’re for sissies.”

I scowled. “Why would I care what he thinks?”

“Cuz he’s your older bro.”

“Pfft. Thomas is a Neanderthal.”

“He can be. But he’s a good friend.” He smiled. “If not for him encouraging me nonstop, I might have given up on you way sooner.”

I frowned. “Seriously?”

“Nah.” He laughed. “I knew I’d get you eventually.”

“You’re so sure of yourself it’s borderline annoying.”

“Would you have rather I’d given up on you?” He lifted one brow.

“No.”

He tilted his head. “Then why did you say that?”

“I don’t know. I feel like everyone in town knew how you felt about me but me. It makes me feel stupid.”

“You’re not at all stupid.”

“I definitely didn’t see the signs. I thought we were mortal enemies.” I laughed sheepishly.

“I noticed.” He smiled. “I’m glad you finally realized we’re not.”

“Pretty much everyone thought for sure you and Peter were the real deal.” I regretted it the minute the words left my mouth. He suddenly looked uncomfortable. “I just mean because you stuck with him longer than most of your men.”

“He obviously wasn’t the one,” he said quietly.

“You two are very similar though.”

“Are we?”

“You’re both very focused on racing to the top. I don’t mind living down with the little people.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this.”

I lifted one shoulder. “I’m simply saying you two are very similar. You’re high achievers.”

“If that’s all that matters, I should be dating Mayor Rodriquez. Talk about a go-getter.”

I laughed. “True. If it just wasn’t for that pesky little gay thing.”

He didn’t respond for a few moments, and then he said, “Did it occur to you I might prefer being with someone who’s different than me? You’re more of a challenge than being with a carbon copy of myself.”

“I highly doubt I challenge you.”

“Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know. I’m just… a regular person. I have no lofty aspirations. Doesn’t that ever bug you?”

He smirked. “No. We only need one king in our castle.”

“I see. What am I? The court jester?”

“Maybe.”

I laughed outright. “Jerk.”

“I’m kidding.” He reached his hand out, and I took it. “I like that you’re settled and content, Kip. It’s a good thing in my book. We’d literally never see each other if we were both like me.”

“True.”

“You put down all that you’ve accomplished too often. I’ve told you that before. Owning a successful business isn’t anything to sneeze at. It takes courage and hard work. You did it all on your own. How could I not respect that?”

“You used to pick on me plenty about my job.”

“I was trying to get your attention.” His lips twitched. “If you’d had a pigtail, I’d have pulled it.”

“I see.”

He nodded at the waitress who stopped next to the table.

“I’m Ramona, and I’ll be your server today.” She smiled cheerfully and then read off the day’s specials.

Merrick, being a very healthy eater, ordered a grilled chicken salad. I, not being nearly as disciplined, went with a cheese enchilada and rice and beans. As we talked, laughed, and stuffed our faces with warm, salty tortilla chips, I relaxed into the moment. Our impromptu lunch was a good reminder of how much I enjoyed my new relationship with Merrick.

My bliss was shattered when Peter suddenly appeared beside our table like an unwelcome fly. I was midswallow after taking a bite of a chip with salsa, and I started coughing. I patted my chest and drank some iced tea while Merrick, Peter, and his companion looked on.

“You okay?” Merrick asked, looking concerned.

“Wrong pipe,” I rasped, clearing my throat.

“Take shallow breaths,” Peter suggested politely.

I gave him a thumbs-up sign.

Peter’s companion was an older guy with stern gray eyes. “I know Chief Dawson, but I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Deputy Medical Superintendent Rupert Granger.” He stuck his hand out to me.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Kip,” I wheezed. His grip was firm. Almost too firm.

He turned to Merrick, and his smile warmed. “Chief Dawson. Wonderful to see you again.”

“You too,” Merrick said smoothly.

Superintendent Granger moved closer to Merrick and engaged him in conversation. Unfortunately, that left me and Peter staring at each other awkwardly. I was annoyed that my lunch with Merrick was being ruined for me by Peter’s unwelcome presence. But I couldn’t exactly say that, so I had to pretend I was happy to see him.

“How have you been?” I asked.

Peter shrugged. “Okay. And you?”

“Great!” I winced inwardly at my overly enthusiastic response. Would he think I was bragging about how great life was now that I’d stolen his boyfriend? “I mean, you know… just the usual grind.”

“I hear you.” He nodded, his expression placid.

Another awkward silence fell.

“Uh, keeping busy?” I inquired.

He shrugged. “Doing my best.”

“I heard about your promotion. Congratulations,” I offered.

“Thanks. It was a pleasant surprise.”

Superintendent Granger returned his attention to us. He patted Peter’s back. “Not sure why you’d be surprised. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, my boy. Everyone at St. Mary’s is very impressed with you.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. “Everyone has been very supportive.”

“Your promotion was well deserved,” Merrick said, smiling at his ex. “You’ve worked really hard to get where you are.”

Peter seemed to melt under Merrick’s gaze. “Thanks, Mer. That means a lot coming from you.”

Mer? How delightful. He has a special nickname for my boyfriend.

Superintendent Granger said, “Great news about the city finally moving forward on the new wing for St. Mary’s.”

“It’s about time.” Peter nodded. “It’s an aggressive goal to design and build the new wing by the end of next year, but it needs to be done.”

“Agreed.” Merrick nodded.

Peter said, “The added space and new equipment also will mean fewer patients being diverted to other hospitals.”

“So true,” Superintendent Granger agreed. “I’m grateful for the private investors who dug deep to get this done. The city council did a great job of getting the word out.”

As they continued to discuss the new hospital wing, it was difficult not to feel like a bit of a loser surrounded by the three of them. I prayed Superintendent Granger didn’t ask me what I did for a living.

Sure, maybe you guys rule the world, but I walk dogs for a living.

I was relieved when Ramona appeared with our food. I hoped Peter and his pal would get the cue that they should let us eat. I looked at my plate of hot, cheesy food with my mouth watering. However, I didn’t pick up my cutlery, trying to be polite.

“You do love your grilled chicken salads.” Peter smiled indulgently at Merrick.

Merrick smiled back. “That I do.” He patted his flat stomach. “Gotta keep in good shape.”

“Yep.” Peter’s gaze flickered, and he looked away. “Well, we should let you two eat your food while it’s hot.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic.

“Good seeing you again, Chief Dawson.” Superintendent Granger shook Merrick’s hand and then flicked his gaze to me. “And nice meeting you, Kip.”

“Same.” I forced a smile.

“I’ll see you later tonight,” Peter addressed Merrick. “What time did Mayor Rodriguez say again—7:00 p.m.?”

I stiffened and didn’t think it wasn’t my imagination that Merrick did the same. My stomach dropped at the realization Peter was going to be there tonight, just as I’d feared. From the tense expression on Merrick’s face, it was abundantly clear he hadn’t wanted me to know. That meant he hadn’t just forgotten to mention Peter’s presence at lunch the other day. He was purposely keeping it quiet.

Why?

I kept my face blank, hoping they hadn’t noticed my initial jerk of surprise. I wasn’t sure how to play the situation. I definitely didn’t want Peter knowing Merrick hadn’t mentioned him. That might make Peter think Merrick had a reason for keeping it quiet. That was certainly what it was making me think.

Feeling irritated, I discarded politeness. I picked up my fork and began eating as Merrick and Peter finished speaking. I’d be darned if I was going to let my food get cold. As Peter finally walked away, I was fuming. I’d almost polished off my cheese enchilada before Merrick even took a bite of his salad.

I could feel him watching me, but I kept my eyes down. I seriously had no idea how to behave. I hated being one of those guys who didn’t trust their boyfriend, but how else was I supposed to feel?

Merrick cleared his throat. “You’ll have to tell me how Helen’s date goes with her new friend.”

“Sure.” I stuffed more rice and beans in my mouth so I wouldn’t have to talk for a minute. He knew I was upset; I could feel his uneasiness radiating.

Once I got back to the shop, I’d run everything by Helen. She’d be the voice of reason I needed right now. I wasn’t able to be rational on my own at the moment. I was too suspicious. I couldn’t figure out any innocent reason Merrick would keep Peter’s role in the hospital meetings a secret. Peter hadn’t even realized he was keeping it a secret.

Unless Peter had let that drop to cause trouble?

Was he that devious? I didn’t know Peter very well. There were probably plenty of hurt feelings and resentment toward me at how it had all gone down with Merrick. But it wasn’t my fault Peter had become involved with a man who’d already carried a torch for me. That was all on Merrick. I hadn’t gone out of my way to entice Merrick. He’d chased me.

As I swiped the last forkful of rice and beans into my mouth, I realized I’d have to start interacting with Merrick again. It wasn’t going to be easy to hide my resentment when I was actually having a conversation with him. I was ridiculously relieved when my cell phone rang. I grabbed it off the table like a lifeline, and Merrick gave me a funny look.

“Hello, Kip speaking.”

Helen’s frazzled voice said, “Kip, my house alarm just went off while I was at lunch.”

“What?” I yelped, sliding out of the booth. “Where are you?”

“Driving back from lunch with Elwood. He’s driving, thank goodness. I’d probably crash off the road I’m so angry.”

“Did you call the police?”

Merrick’s gaze became alert, and he got out of the booth too. He stood beside me, leaning in to hear the phone call.

“I did, yes. For all the good it’ll do. They don’t care, I’m sure.” Helen sounded disgusted.

Merrick sighed, and he took the phone from me. He put it on speaker. “Helen, this is Merrick.”

“Oh, hey, Merrick,” she said sheepishly. “I didn’t know you were there.”

He didn’t address her criticism of his department. “I’d feel better if you didn’t go inside the home. Let my officers handle things.”

“But… it’s my house.”

“Still, to be safe, let them do the dirty work. Tell them Chief Dawson is on the way. I’m sure they’ll take good care of you.”

“Okay. Thanks. I… I’ll do that.”

“We’re just finishing up lunch. We’ll be right there,” he said smoothly.

“Er… okay.”

Feeling a little irritated he’d taken the phone from me, I grabbed it back, scowling. “Yeah, we’ll be right there.”

“I’m sorry I ruined your lunch, Kip,” Helen mumbled.

“You didn’t ruin it. It was already…” My voice trailed off. I was painfully aware of Merrick’s gaze. “Like Merrick said, we’re on the way.”

“Thanks, Kip.” Helen’s voice wobbled.

I hung up and tucked my phone away. I grabbed for my wallet, but Merrick tried to stop me from paying. He was always so stubborn about not letting me pay, I should have been used to it by now. But today, it annoyed me more than usual because I was already on edge with him. “I’m paying,” I growled, pushing his hand away.

“Kip—”

“Nope. I said I’m paying.” I threw down some cash. Way too much actually, but I was darned if I’d take any of it back. I turned and headed for the front of the restaurant.

Merrick easily caught up to me, and we exited the restaurant. I winced at the bright sunlight and followed Merrick to his car. I was glad I had something to focus on besides Merrick’s weird behavior about Peter. Not that I was glad that Helen’s home had been broken into, of course. But because of Helen, neither one of us was bringing up the whole awkward Peter situation.

“Has Helen noticed anyone strange hanging around her home since the first break-in?” Merrick asked as he backed the car out of the parking spot.

“Not that she’s mentioned.”

“Hmmm.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, frowning. “I wonder if it’s just some kids who find it funny to harass her.”

“She doesn’t have many teenagers on her street. It’s older people and families with little children. No roving gangs of teenage thugs.”

“Helen hasn’t had any problems with customers, right?”

“Nope.” I watched the blue and white seaside cottages flash by. I was happy Merrick was driving faster than usual. At least he was taking this break-in seriously. I hoped his officers did too.

“It’s definitely unusual to have two break-ins so close together,” he murmured.

“Maybe if your guys had taken the first call seriously, she wouldn’t be going through this again.” I knew I was being grumpier than needed but couldn’t seem to help it.

His jaw tensed. “Let’s not go down that road again.”

“I’m just sayin’.”

“Yes. I know exactly what you’re saying. You know, this could be a completely different person who broke in.”

I laughed humorlessly. “We both know that probably isn’t true. Why would Helen’s modest home suddenly be a beacon for all the burglars in Pearl Cove?”

“I’m just saying we don’t need to throw blame around.”

I shook my head. “You’re just so ready to defend your guys. You shouldn’t be so close-minded to the idea they might not be perfect.”

“No one is perfect, Kip.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” I muttered.

He glanced over. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

He sighed. “Kip, if you’re mad about something, I wish you’d just come out and address what’s bothering you.”

“Yeah, right.” I was fairly sure he knew what was bothering me, and he wasn’t addressing it either.

“I’m serious.”

I pressed my lips tight because we were already parking in front of Helen’s home. Now was not the time to open that can of worms. Without responding to him, I got out of the car as soon as it stopped. I hurried across the lawn toward Helen, who was talking to two uniformed officers. Merrick followed more slowly.

“Kip.” Helen moved to hug me.

She wasn’t usually much of a hugger, so I knew she had to be really rattled to seek physical comfort from me. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She released me, giving a gruff laugh. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

Helen gave her home an uneasy glance. “Whoever it was broke in through the back door again. They were gone by the time I arrived.”

I rubbed my jaw. “We need to get you a better back door.”

Elwood was standing to the side. When I met his gaze, he said quietly, “I didn’t think this kind of thing would happen so often on a quiet street like this.”

“It usually doesn’t.”

Helen hugged herself and smiled weakly as Merrick stopped beside us. “Thanks for coming. I feel a little silly having the chief of police here though.”

“Not at all,” Merrick said. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I’m going to make sure they dust for prints this time.”

“Thanks, Merrick,” she said.

“You bet.” He moved away to talk to one of his guys.

“I sure wish I knew what the heck these crooks are after,” Helen grumbled. “I mean, I can’t imagine what they want.”

“Good thing you had the alarm installed,” I said.

“Yeah.” She frowned. “I guess. They still got in.”

Elwood said, “I had no idea you had an alarm system, Helen.”

“I just had it put in the other day. After the first burglary.” She shivered. “A lot of good it did.”

“It did though. It probably scared whoever it was away,” I said.

“No doubt. Burglars hate alarm systems.” Elwood grimaced. “From what I hear.”

“I’m a bit concerned they broke in with your car in the driveway, Helen,” Merrick said, returning to us.

Elwood said, “Maybe they saw me drive away with Helen in the passenger seat.”

“Perhaps.” Merrick sighed. “Hard to say.”

“I’ll stay with you, Helen, until the police clear—” I let out a startled yelp when a skinny red-haired kid suddenly came bolting out of the lilac bushes on the side of the house. “What the—”

Helen gasped, bugging her eyes. “Good heavens.”

Merrick kicked into action first, and he tackled the kid as he reached the sidewalk. We all watched in shock as they both went down hard, hitting the cement with a loud oof.

Chapter Five

“Let me go. I didn’t do anything,” wailed the kid struggling in Merrick’s grip.

The other two cops ran over to help control the kid, and Merrick got unsteadily to his feet. Somehow, his hair was still perfect, but his tie was askew. Relieved he was okay, I made myself stay where I was. He seemed fine, and I assumed he didn’t want me hovering like a mother hen.

“Robbie?” Helen sounded astounded. “What in the world is going on?”

Scowling, Robbie dropped his gaze to the ground. “Nothing.”

“Who is he?” I asked.

Helen sighed. “He’s the boy who delivers my newspaper.”

“Why were you hiding?” Merrick growled.

Robbie hung his head lower and pressed his lips tight.

“Why did you break into my house, Robbie?” Helen demanded.

Shaking his head vigorously, Robbie said, “No. I swear. I… I didn’t.”

“What are you doing here?” Merrick asked. “Nobody delivers newspapers in the afternoon.”

One of the cops had gone to check out Robbie’s hiding spot, and he approached holding a can of red spray paint. “Found this in the shrubs, Chief.”

“Bag it as evidence.” Merrick returned his disgusted gaze to Robbie. “Were you going to tag this house?”

His face pink, Robbie shrugged.

“Why?” Helen’s eyes were wide with bewilderment.

Sticking his lower lip out in a pout, Robbie said, “You yelled at me.”

Helen frowned. “When?”

“Three times this month,” mumbled Robbie. “You mean to tell me you yell at people and don’t even remember?”

Helen blinked at him. “Well, I’ve asked you ten times to throw my newspaper on the porch. You keep tossing my paper on the lawn, where the sprinklers soak it. I’m paying for a paper I can never read.”

“Didn’t have to yell,” Robbie grumbled.

Looking embarrassed, Helen said, “I didn’t really yell. I just… spoke very firmly.”

“And loudly.” Robbie frowned. “Very loudly.”

“That’s still no reason to spray-paint a person’s home.” I gave the kid a reproaching look. “You must know that’s way out of line.”

“Obviously, or he wouldn’t have run.” Elwood lifted one brow.

“She had no right to talk to me like that,” groused Robbie. “I have feelings, ya know?”

While the kid didn’t strike me as the brightest bulb or a criminal mastermind, it didn’t take a genius to smash in a window. It was possible he’d broken into Helen’s home to vandalize the inside of her house with graffiti.

“You sure it wasn’t you who broke into my house?” Helen asked gruffly.

“Yes,” howled Robbie. “I was just gonna put a few… words… on the front of the house. But then, all of a sudden, the alarm started going, and before I could run, one of the cop cars arrived. I just kind of froze where I was and stayed in the bushes.”

“They’re checking for prints on the door, Robbie. I sure hope they don’t find yours.” Helen’s tone was chiding.

“They won’t.”

Merrick addressed one of his officers, “He’s a minor. Call his parents and have them meet us at the station.” He turned me to and motioned for me to follow him. He led me to a spot near his car, and glancing around, he asked, “Do you think maybe Helen could stay with Charlene for a while?”

“Maybe. Do you think that’s necessary?”

He grimaced. “The car thing still bothers me. It’s not good that this perp was brazen enough to break in with her car in plain view.”

“I’ll suggest to Helen she should stay with Charlene.”

“If she’s resistant, pressure her a little.”

“Helen isn’t easy to pressure, but I’ll do my best.”

He looked across the area toward Robbie. “What’s your gut tell you about that kid?”

Surprised he cared what I thought, I shrugged. “I’m not sure. I suspect he’s telling the truth.”

“Yeah, me too.”

His phone buzzed, indicating he’d received a text. He sighed tiredly and pulled it out to glance at the screen. “I have to go. We might have to fire one of our veteran detectives, and the deputy chief wants to meet about it right now. I’m sure you want to stick around longer for Helen’s sake. Can Helen give you a lift back to work? If not, I can get one of my officers to do it.”

“I’m sure Helen will give me a ride. I’ll tell her you had to go.”

“Thanks. Sorry about this.”

My smile was strained. “It’s just how your job is. I’m used to it.”

“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll miss you tonight.”

Still feeling bruised about the whole Peter situation, I said gruffly, “Have fun at your dinner.”

“That’s it?”

I avoided his gaze. “Since when do you want me to be demonstrative in front of people?”

“I’m not saying drag me in the bushes and have your way with me, but there’s nothing wrong with admitting you’ll miss seeing me.” He frowned.

“Obviously, I’d have preferred it if you were coming over tonight.”

“Okay, that’s better,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry our lunch was hijacked earlier.”

“Yeah.” My voice was stilted. “Anyway, I should get back to Helen. She’s pretty rattled.”

His gaze flickered. “Right. Don’t let me keep you.”

I turned and walked away, fully aware he was watching me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to work things out. Of course I did. I simply needed to assimilate my feelings before we got into a serious conversation. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn’t coming over tonight. That would give me time to think.

The cops escorted Robbie to one of the police cars, reassuring him his parents would meet them at the station. The kid seemed legitimately indignant at being accused of breaking into Helen’s home. I suspected he was telling the truth about why he’d been at Helen’s home. Odds were he’d truly been miffed at Helen about how she’d treated him and had wanted to vandalize the outside of her house.

Helen was fine with giving me a ride, so I called one of my other employees, Andrew, to help watch the shop with Charlene. Luckily, he was available. The last thing Helen needed to worry about was rushing back to work. Andrew and Charlene were more than capable of running the shop and then closing up when it was time. Spot was still at the shop, so I’d swing by later and grab him, but he was in good hands.

Elwood hung around several hours but eventually headed home, saying he needed to make his weekly call to his daughter. Helen seemed sorry to see him go, but she understood. Frankly, he’d stayed to keep her company way longer than I’d expected. He seemed to be a very compassionate man.

At one point, Helen’s next-door neighbor Gilda came strolling across her lawn. “Is everything okay?” she asked, giving Helen a curious look. “I had the TV up too loud, and I just now noticed the police are here.”

“I got broken into again.” Helen looked demoralized.

“That’s horrible.” The afternoon sun illuminated Gilda’s curly, dyed red hair, making her look like an angelic clown. Not that there was anything angelic about Gilda. She was in her late sixties, but she dressed like a 1970s hooker. She adored shimmery blue and gold eyeshadow and bold red lipstick, and her blouses were always extremely low-cut.

“I don’t suppose you saw anyone loitering around Helen’s place?” I asked.

Gilda shook her head. “Not a soul. I was watching Judge Judy reruns. My goodness, that lady sure does tell it like it is.”

“Uh, yeah.” Helen frowned. “By the way, the cops caught Robbie hiding in the bushes. He had a can of spray paint with him. Have you ever had any trouble with Robbie?”

“No. Robbie was in the bushes?” Gilda bugged her eyes. “Is he your burglar?”

“Not sure,” I said.

“I doubt it,” murmured Helen.

“I wish I had seen someone hanging around,” Gilda said. “It could literally be anyone. It’s just so scary that you’ve been broken into twice, Helen.”

“Tell me about it.” Helen grimaced. “You’re sure you didn’t see anyone at all?”

“Gosh, no. Sorry.” Gilda shrugged.

As nosy as Gilda was, it seemed odd she hadn’t noticed the cop cars or Robbie skulking around in the bushes. She was the kind of neighbor who knew the date and time you got an Amazon package delivered. But I could see no reason why she’d lie about seeing a prowler near Helen’s home.

“Helen is going to spend a few nights with a friend. If you see anything while she’s gone, I hope you’ll call the police?” I asked.

“Sure.” Gilda lifted one penciled brow. “Helen, are you staying with Elwood?”

“No.” Helen appeared startled at the suggestion. “I’m staying with Charlene.”

“I see. You just seemed pretty cozy with Elwood.”

Helen hesitated. “He’s great, but we just went to lunch the one time. I certainly don’t know him well enough to stay in his house.”

Gilda’s smile was sly. “Oh, does that mean he’s still on the market? He’s cute. Bashful. I find that irresistible in a man.”

Helen’s eye twitched. “I suspect he’s a little tame for you, Gilda.”

“Maybe he’s not as tame as you think. It’s always the quiet ones that are wild.” Gilda winked at me.

I had no idea why she’d winked at me, of all people.

Gilda continued. “Maybe I’ll invite him to dinner one of these nights. It seems like the neighborly thing to do.”

Looking a little annoyed, Helen said gruffly, “I need to go pack a few things to take to Charlene’s. I’ll see you later, Gilda.”

“Oh, sure.”

I didn’t want to get stuck talking to Gilda alone, so I said, “I’ll carry your suitcase to the car, Helen.”

Gilda sighed. “I should go too. I think Jeopardy! is on any minute. Tootles, you two.”

Helen didn’t respond as she moved toward her home.

I trotted to catch up to Helen, and she grumbled, “I find it hard to picture Elwood with that woman.”

“She’d eat him alive.” I took it as a good sign that Helen felt territorial about Elwood. That had to mean she was actually interested in him.

I noticed a minivan pulling into the next-door neighbor’s driveway on the other side of Helen’s home. The side door slammed open, and Timmy scrambled out. He ran toward his house, holding a yellow balloon and making fire engine noises. Sheila got out of the driver’s side, looking drained. She avoided looking in our direction, which seemed strange. Especially considering there was a patrol car parked in Helen’s driveway. There was no sign of the husband. I’d yet to lay eyes on the guy.

Helen didn’t take long to pack. She was ready to go just about the time the fingerprint guy finished and the back door had been repaired. I went around making sure all the windows and doors were locked. Helen set the alarm, and we left the house.

She shot a forlorn look toward her home. “It feels weird to just leave the place. I feel like I’m being a coward.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re being careful. Besides, it’s just for a few nights.”

She wrinkled her brow. “I keep racking my brain about what anyone could possibly want to steal from me. I always come up blank.”

“What was in the boxes Aunt Agatha gave you? Maybe someone saw them being delivered and thought they held valuables.”

“I have no idea what’s in them. I haven’t had a chance to go through them yet.” She frowned. “But knowing how frugal Aunt Agatha was, I highly doubt she bequeathed priceless heirlooms to me. She and Bart loved going to garage sales. They didn’t shop at Tiffany’s.”

“I see.”

“Besides, the first break-in happened before those boxes even arrived.”

“True. I’d forgotten that.”

She sighed. “I’m sure I’ll give away most of it. Like I said, Aunt Agatha and Uncle Bart loved collecting other people’s trash as treasure. I really do need to go through those boxes.”

“Want me to load them into your car? You could go through them at Charlene’s.”

“Huh. That’s not a half-bad idea.”

“In fact, instead of taking me straight back to the shop, I could help you guys go through the boxes? I happen to be free this evening.”

“Doesn’t Merrick usually come over after work?”

“Uhh… yes.” I avoided her gaze. “But he has a work thing. He said it might run late, so he’s spending the night at his place afterward.”

“I see.”

Feeling defensive, I felt compelled to add, “He does that sometimes if it’s going to be really late.”

“Sure. That makes perfect sense.” She sounded agreeable as she unlocked her car. “Well, if you have nothing better to do, that would be great. I’m sure Charlene would love it if you came over.”

“Maybe a little get-together will take your mind off of all this ugliness.”

“That sure would be nice. I’m tired of thinking about it.”

“Go ahead and open the garage, and I’ll grab the boxes. There are three, right?”

“Yep. They’re next to that hideous buffet.” She reached inside her car for the garage door opener clipped to her visor.

I moved toward her garage as the metal roll-up door began lifting. It didn’t take long for me to load the boxes into her car. Once they were safely in the back of her vehicle, I got in the passenger’s seat. The plan was I’d spend the evening with her and Charlene, and then one of them would take me back to the shop to pick up my truck and Spot.

After an uneventful drive over to Charlene’s, Helen parked in the driveway. The minute our feet hit the porch, Charlene threw open the front door.

She gave Helen a huge, heartfelt hug. “I’m so, so sorry you’re going through this, Helen. You must be so stressed-out.”

“You could say that,” Helen agreed.

Spot bounded out onto the porch, circling our legs and barking excitedly.

“Hey, boy. I didn’t know you’d be here.” I knelt down to rub Spot’s furry head, and he showed his approval with lots of wet kisses.

“I brought him over to save you a trip, boss.” Charlene smiled.

“I appreciate it.” I stood, wiping my face. “I’ll still need to get my truck though.”

“Oh, that’s true.” Charlene grimaced. “I kind of forgot about your truck.”

I shrugged. “I’m glad you brought Spot. This way, he won’t be wondering where I am.”

“True.” She smiled. “I have the guest room ready for you, Helen.” Charlene stepped into the house as she spoke.

We followed her down a narrow hallway. The guest room had the same Gen Z vibe the rest of the home had. There was a green-and-white checkered throw rug, a full-length pink wavy mirror, and a soft neon lavender comforter. Beside the bed, there was a small glass-and-chrome nightstand, where a healthy-looking fern sat in a bright yellow pot.

“This is cute.” Helen smiled her approval.

“It’s a small space, but I hope you’ll be comfortable.”

I gestured toward a white shelf in the corner that was stuffed with vintage paperback mysteries. “I didn’t realize you read mysteries, Charlene.”

Charlene grimaced. “I don’t. Those are my grandmother’s. This used to be her place, but my mom inherited it. She lets me live here rent-free. Can’t beat that. I only keep those books because they look kind of cool, you know, in an old-person way.”

“Uh, right.” I eyed a copy of The Fourth Postman by Craig Rice. “These books are probably valuable. They’re in pretty good condition.”

“Really?” Charlene joined me. “How valuable?”

“I’m not exactly sure. I’m no expert. I just enjoy reading mysteries, and I’ve seen some of them on eBay that go for ten bucks a pop.”

Charlene looked disappointed. “Oh, that’s it? I was thinking a hundred dollars per book.”

I laughed. “No, they’re not quite that valuable. But when you consider they probably cost about two dollars originally new, ten bucks is a huge jump.”

“I guess.”

Helen joined us. “There must be over fifty books here. If you multiply that times ten dollars, you have a chunk of change here.”

Charlene seemed to brighten. “I guess that’s true.”

“But maybe you’d rather keep them for sentimental reasons,” Helen suggested.

Charlene smirked. “I wasn’t that fond of my grandmother. Maybe I should sell them on eBay.”

“Ouch.” I winced. “So much for sentimentality.”

“You didn’t know my grandmother. She wasn’t the sweet and cuddly kind. She used to chop my hair without my mother’s permission, and she made me eat brussels sprouts.”

“The horror,” I deadpanned.

Charlene giggled. “Be quiet. Have you ever had brussels sprouts? They’re dreadful. At least, they were the way she made them.”

“I get it now. You should definitely sell those books to erase the horrible vegetable memory.”

Grinning, Charlene punched my shoulder. “Stop mocking me, boss.”

“Ow.” I rubbed my shoulder, laughing.

Helen gave us a chiding glance. “Is this how it’s going to be? Am I going to have to separate you two?”

“She started it.” I smirked.

“Snitch.” Charlene smiled.

Perusing the room, Helen sighed. “I appreciate you taking me in on such short notice, Charlene.”

“My pleasure. I hope you’re comfortable. I know the room isn’t fancy, but hopefully, it’ll be cozy.”

“It’s perfect.” Helen set her bag on the bed. “I still can’t believe I’ve been burgled twice. I definitely feel like I have a bullseye on me.”

“I would too,” Charlene agreed.

“I’m hopeful the police might catch the guy this time.” I sighed. “Since Merrick showed up on scene, maybe his guys will do their job properly this time around.”

“The chief showed up at your house, Helen?” Charlene asked in surprise.

“He did.” Helen smiled. “He’s such a busy person, it sure was nice of him to make the time.”

Charlene sighed. “He’s such a good guy. You’re so lucky, Kip.”

“Yep.” I didn’t bother explaining we’d been in the same car, so Merrick had been forced to drive me over. Not that I thought Merrick didn’t care about Helen—he did. But part of me suspected the main reason he’d accompanied me to her house was the car situation.

Helen unzipped her bag as she said, “I hope you don’t mind, Charlene, I brought over a few boxes I got from my aunt Agatha. Kip suggested the three of us could go through them together.”

Charlene nodded. “Absolutely. Hey, we should have a slumber party. You too, boss.”

“Me?” I widened my eyes.

“Yeah, why not you?”

“Oh, well, because,” I sputtered.

Helen frowned. “I don’t think Kip is keen on the idea of spending that much time with us.”

“It’s not that,” I said, trying to think of a reason to get out of Charlene’s slumber party idea. I found it hard to believe they actually wanted me to sleep over. “I… didn’t bring pajamas.”

“No problem. I have some men’s pajamas.” Charlene waved her hand at me. “One of my ex-boyfriends left them here. He was about your size. I washed them too, so they’re clean. I can loan them to you, boss.”

“I see. Well, I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“I have spares.” Charlene shrugged.

I grimaced. “I really just planned on spending a few hours here.”

“But why not stay overnight?” Charlene’s expression changed. “Oh, that’s right. Merrick always comes by your place after work. I forgot.”

Helen eyed me. “Actually, Kip is free tonight. Merrick has a work thing.”

Charlene looked at me. “Really?”

I felt conspicuous under their scrutiny. “Yes.”

“Then why rush home?” Charlene pushed. “I brought Spot over, so you can’t use him as an excuse.”

“You guys have an answer for everything.” I laughed. “Fighting you is futile, isn’t it?”

“Yep. Come on. It’ll be fun.” Charlene grinned.

“Where would I sleep?”

“On the couch, of course,” Charlene said. “I have plenty of pillows and spare blankets.”

“I can give you a ride to work in the morning,” Helen said.

I frowned. “You sure you’re up for work tomorrow?”

“Absolutely. Sitting around doing nothing will make things worse.”

“I suppose that’s true. “You sure you two don’t feel weird about me being here? Why would you want to hang out with your boss?”

“Don’t be silly. The three of us do things together all the time,” Helen said.

“But a sleepover.” I laughed weakly. “That’s a real chunk of time together. I don’t think most people would love hanging out with their boss all night.”

“You’re not a typical kind of boss. You’re also our friend,” Helen said.

“I won’t cramp your style?”

“Impossible,” they said in unison, and then they laughed.

“Well, if you’re sure it won’t be weird to have a sleepover with me, I guess I can stay over.”

“Yay. I’ll order a pizza for dinner.” Charlene actually seemed excited. “I also have tequila and mix, so we can make margaritas.”

“I guess this really is a party.” I laughed. “Shall I bring in Helen’s boxes before the fun starts?”

“Perfect.” Charlene beamed. “I’ll start the drinks.”

As I headed outside to Helen’s car, I had to admit a part of me was glad I didn’t have to go home to my empty house. I was getting used to seeing Merrick most nights, and my house felt extra lonely when he didn’t come by. I was still confused about how to address my concerns with him though. If I could get up the nerve, maybe I’d have a heart-to-heart with Helen and Charlene about what was going on with Merrick. Maybe. I’d have to see how I felt as the evening progressed.

I reentered the house, and as I stacked the boxes in the living room, I heard Charlene and Helen in the kitchen, whispering and laughing. Because they were whispering, I suspected they must be gossiping about me. My suspicions were confirmed when I entered the kitchen and they abruptly stopped talking.

“I brought the boxes in,” I said.

Looking guilty, Helen said, “Awesome sauce.”

Charlene also looked guilty. “I already ordered the pizza. I’ll have the margaritas ready in just a minute.”

“Sounds perfect.” I forced a smile. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Oh, nothing.” Charlene avoided my gaze.

“Nothing?”

Helen shrugged. “You know, just this and that.”

“You weren’t talking about me, right?” I asked, trying not to laugh. I had to admit it was kind of amusing watching them squirm.

“Of course not.” Charlene’s laugh was a little too loud. “Don’t be silly.”

“No, we were… uh… talking about what we wanted on the pizza.” Helen patted Spot’s head. “Isn’t that right, fella?”

“I could have sworn I heard my name,” I murmured.

“Nope.” Charlene poured sweet-and-sour mix into the ice-filled blender. “Just talking about all those wonderful toppings.”

I grinned. “You two are so full of it.”

“Huh?” Helen’s expression was way too innocent.

“Why, whatever do you mean?” Charlene said, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I know you were talking about me, but I don’t really care. You can have your little secrets. I’ll rise above.” I sighed.

Helen smirked. “Thank you for being the bigger person.”

“You’re welcome.”

Charlene flipped on the blender, and the room was filled with grinding, swirling sounds for a few moments. She stopped the noisy machine and poured the slushy mix into three margarita glasses with salted rims.

She handed us each one and lifted hers in a toasting motion. “Bear with me—I’m going to be sappier than usual.” She grimaced. “I know we started out as simply work friends, but I consider you both family now.”

“Aww.” Helen smiled. “That’s so sweet, Charlene. I feel the same way.”

They both turned to me, their expressions expectant.

“Oh, uh, me too,” I admitted. “To be honest, I can’t imagine running the Red Leash without you both.”

Charlene perked up. “Does that mean I can have a raise, boss?”

I laughed. “There’s a good possibility I was already planning that.”

“Really?” she squeaked. “That’s amazing.”

Helen sipped her drink and sighed. “I feel better already. This has certainly been a stressful week. I hope things get much better from here on out.”

“I’m sure they will,” I said brightly. But even as the words left my lips, I couldn’t shake the feeling things weren’t going to go back to normal just yet.

Chapter Six

Three margaritas in, Charlene announced, “I think we should investigate who’s burgling Helen’s house.”

I’d also had three drinks, but inebriated or not, I knew butting our noses into police business could be a train wreck. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

Charlene didn’t look thrilled with my lackluster response. “Why not?”

“I think we should let the police handle it.”

Helen was also tipsy, which was evident as she slurred, “Police. Slolmeesh.”

Slolmeesh?

Charlene squinted at me. “You’re just afraid Merrick won’t approve.”

“You’re exactly right,” I admitted. “Plus, we’re not cops.”

“So? We have brains.”

“Yes, but cops have things at their disposal we don’t have.”

Helen huffed. “If they bother to use those things. I definitely get the feeling they pick and choose who they consider worthy.”

“I get why you’re bitter, but Merrick made sure they called in the print guy this time around.” It was uncomfortable to have to defend Merrick, but it was only fair too. He’d made sure things were done right today, and it seemed wrong he’d get bagged on when he’d tried his best.

“Merrick was very helpful today.” Helen nodded. “However, I heard the print guy mumbling taking prints from my back door was a waste of his valuable time.”

“Did he really say that?” I frowned.

“Yep.”

Charlene looked muddled. “But isn’t that what he does—take prints from crime scenes? How could that be a waste of his time?”

Helen grimaced. “Apparently, there were no clean useable prints.”

“None at all?” Disappointment nudged me.

“He said everything he could find was smudged.” Helen sounded demoralized. “He told me he’d do his best but not to get my hopes up.”

Charlene slumped. “If the cops don’t have prints, it’s a dead end. That probably means they won’t have any reason to work Helen’s case. They can’t do much without prints or a witness statement, right?”

“Let’s just wait and see what they come up with.” I tried my best to sound reasonable, but Charlene didn’t look convinced.

“If Helen’s right, they have nothing to go on.” Charlene shook her head. “They’ll move on to something they can sink their teeth into. Do you see now why I think we need to take matters into our own hands?”

“Not really,” I grumbled, “We’re not cops.”

“Private investigators aren’t cops.” Charlene wrinkled her brow.

“Some of them are. In fact, I think a good portion of them are retired cops.”

She shrugged. “Why is a PI any better than us?”

I sighed. “They’re not better than us, but they’re professionals. They’re licensed. They have to have thousands of hours on the job to get that license.”

“I still think we could catch this person.”

“Why would we have any more success than the police?” I did my best not to sound as exasperated as I felt.

“Because they come by for five minutes and then bail. Of course they can’t solve Helen’s case. They don’t care like we do.”

“I think they do care.” I frowned. “They just don’t have much to go on.”

Helen murmured, “My biggest fear is the burglar will come back again.”

“I agree.” I rested my head against the back of the couch, concerned that the room was spinning a little.

“They can’t come back if they’re in jail,” Charlene said.

I groaned. “Charlene, do you seriously think we have the chops to investigate this? Cuz I don’t.”

Charlene lifted one shoulder. “We could at least talk to Helen’s neighbors. Maybe one of them saw something suspicious.”

I grimaced. “I’m sure the cops already did that.”

“Not according to Elwood,” Helen said. “He texted to check on me a bit ago. According to him, the cops never talked to any of our neighbors.”

“Are you sure?” I frowned.

“I’m positive.” Helen grimaced. “Elwood said nobody knocked on his door or any of the people around him either.”

I murmured, “It has to be a matter of not enough manpower. I don’t believe the cops don’t care that there’s a burglar on the loose.”

Helen scowled. “A burglar who never takes anything. I still don’t understand what that’s about.”

Charlene nodded. “That is weird. It must be they keep getting interrupted.”

Helen shivered. “God, that makes me think they will come back. I don’t want to believe that.”

Looking sheepish, Charlene said, “No. Now that they know you have an alarm system installed, they’ll probably leave you alone for good.”

“I sure hope so.” Helen looked unconvinced.

Charlene smiled. “It’s sweet that that Elwood guy checked on you.”

“Yeah.” Helen gave an embarrassed laugh.

“I didn’t get to meet him yet.” Charlene frowned. “What do you think of him, Kip?”

I met her curious gaze. “I like him. He seems very protective. He was concerned about Helen today, and it showed.”

“Yeah.” Helen got a sappy look on her face. “He stayed with me a long time. I thought he’d leave sooner.”

“Me too.” I nodded.

“He finally had to go because he had to call his daughter.” Helen finished off her margarita, and she set the empty glass on the coffee table. “I didn’t even know he had a daughter until he said he had to call her.”

“He didn’t mention her during lunch?” Charlene frowned. “That’s weird.”

“Is it?” Helen blinked at her. “He mostly asked me stuff about myself. Then we got interrupted by the alarm going off at my house.”

Charlene refilled Helen’s glass from the pitcher on the table. “At least he wasn’t one of those dudes who only talk about themselves.”

“No. He wasn’t like that.” Helen frowned. “God, I hope he didn’t think I was like that. I did all the talking.”

I smiled. “If he asked you questions, he must be interested in you.”

“I guess,” murmured Helen. “I wish I’d thought to ask him more questions about himself. I was kind of nervous.”

“I get the feeling you’ll get that chance,” I said.

“I hope so.” Helen sighed. “I did ask him about the little seahorse tattoo on his forearm.”

“Elwood has a tattoo?” I asked.

She nodded. “Apparently, he has two. The other one is an anchor from when he was in the navy. It’s on his shoulder blade, so I couldn’t see it. But the seahorse was visible, so I asked him what the seahorse symbolized. He told me it represents contentment and persistence, something he cherishes.” She smiled. “Also, he got it because he loves the sea.”

“Maybe he’ll stay in Pearl Cove, then. If he’s fond of the sea.” I met her gaze.

“That would be great.” Helen grimaced. “I mean, not that I’ll get my hopes up. Who knows what will happen with us. Especially since Gilda seems interested in him too now.”

Charlene scowled. “Gilda? She’s interested in Elwood?”

“She seems to be,” muttered Helen.

“Well, let’s not forget Gilda will hit on just about any guy in the vicinity.” Charlene laughed. “She’s a man-eater.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I don’t see Elwood being into a woman like Gilda,” I said. “Remember, he asked you out to lunch, not her.”

“I know, but… she’s flirty, and I’m…” She looked down at herself. “Frumpy.”

“You’re not frumpy,” Charlene exclaimed. “You’re just not flashy.”

Helen laughed gruffly. “Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No. Not at all. You don’t put your makeup on with a trowel like Gilda. You’re a natural beauty, Helen.”

Grimacing, Helen said, “Beauty might be an exaggeration. And I’m sure Gilda is more exciting than me.”

I shook my head. “No. Gilda is over-the-top. I find her off-putting.”

Charlene laughed. “Maybe you don’t recognize her feminine charms because you’re gay.”

“That isn’t it. She’s fake. It’s like she’s playing a role. Every guy she meets, she immediately goes into seductress mode, even before she knows anything about them.”

Helen frowned. “Maybe Elwood likes women like that.”

“No way,” I said. “I’ll eat my hat if he’s into her.”

Helen twisted her lips. “What will be will be. There’s no point in worrying about all of that stuff. Elwood will like who he wants to like.”

“It is nice though,” Charlene said softly, “Having someone you like, who likes you back. It makes life more fun.”

“It does.” Helen smiled. “Breaks up the monotony.”

Charlene shifted her inquisitive gaze to me. “Speaking of having someone special in your life, how are things with Merrick, boss?”

My face warmed at her suggestive tone. “Fine.”

“Is that right?” Charlene gave Helen a knowing look.

Helen said casually, “Charlene and I were talking earlier…”

I knew it.

Charlene interjected, “Is it true you’re jealous of Peter?”

I gave Helen a dirty look. “I told you that in confidence.”

“Did you? I didn’t think it mattered if Charlene knew.” Helen’s voice was innocent. “After all, we’re like family, remember?”

I sighed. “The less people who know, the better.”

“Oh, well. What’s done is done.” Helen shrugged. “You might as well talk things out with us. It could help you work through your feelings.”

“Or will I just get more… confused?”

Charlene widened her eyes. “You’re not going to dump Merrick, are you?”

“What? No.”

“But you’re upset with him?” Charlene nudged.

I felt stupid addressing something so personal, but they were watching me so expectantly, I felt like I had to. “I just keep wondering why he didn’t mention running into Peter. I’m sure I’d mention it if I ran into an ex of mine.”

“Would you?” Helen asked.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I?”

“It was a work meeting. Maybe he didn’t want to bore you with work stuff.” Helen shrugged.

“I feel like it’s more than that,” I mumbled.

“It’s possible he just didn’t want to upset you.” Charlene frowned. “You do seem upset now that you know he saw Peter.”

I hated that I was coming off like a jealous idiot. “What bothers me is that he kept Peter a secret. It’s not Peter, it’s the fact that Merrick didn’t mention having lunch with him. I’m positive I’d have mentioned it if our roles were reversed.”

“I see.” Charlene nodded. “It’s the omission that has you concerned.”

“Exactly. If there’s nothing to hide, why hide it?”

Charlene rested her chin on her hand, studying me. “I get what you’re saying, but Merrick is smitten with you. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. He’s probably just scared you’ll overreact and think all kinds of awful things.”

Helen lifted her brows. “You are overreacting.”

“You think so?” I frowned. “This kind of thing wouldn’t bother either of you?”

Charlene scrunched her face as if thinking about my question. “It might bother me, if I felt insecure in the relationship.”

I frowned. “I don’t know that I’m insecure.”

Helen laughed. “Yes you are.”

“But I know Merrick really likes me.”

“Yes, but you don’t trust it will last. You’ve basically admitted that already. Merrick has a reputation for jumping from guy to guy. That worries you.”

“True,” I admitted.

Helen’s expression was thoughtful. “I say you let Merrick slide this one time. We all mess up. It was probably awkward for him, and he wasn’t sure how you’d take it.”

“Yeah.” Charlene nodded. “One and done.”

It occurred to me they had no idea Merrick had another work meeting with Peter tonight. He’d also tried to keep that one a secret. “What if I told you Merrick is seeing Peter again tonight?”

Squinting, Charlene said, “Again?”

“Yes. They’re both going to be at another meeting about St. Mary’s Hospital.”

“Really?” Helen Frowned.

“Yep.”

Helen studied me. “Did Merrick tell you about Peter being there tonight?”

“No, he did not.”

Looking confused, Charlene asked, “Then how do you know?”

“I found out accidentally from Peter.”

“I’ve definitely had too much to drink. I can’t keep,” murmured Helen.

“Wait.” Charlene wrinkled her brow. “Peter told you, but Merrick didn’t?”

I grimaced. “Yeah. We ran into Peter and his boss at lunch today. Peter asked Merrick about the time of the upcoming meeting.”

“Oh.” Charlene lifted her brows. “Oops.”

“Did Merrick seem bothered that Peter had mentioned the meeting?” Helen asked.

I sighed. “Merrick definitely had a deer-in-the-headlights look. It seemed obvious he hadn’t wanted me to know about Peter being at the meeting.”

“Hmmm.” Charlene looked thoughtful.

Helen narrowed her eyes. “So, Merrick didn’t mention Peter’s involvement twice.”

“Yep. I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

“That is odd.” Charlene nodded. “Omitting the truth once, that could be an accident. But twice? Yep, he was hiding it for sure.”

“That’s what has me worried,” I mumbled.

Helen waved her hand at me. “You know what this is? Plain old fear. You don’t want to be made a fool of, so you’re looking for reasons to be upset with Merrick. You want to fire him before he can fire you.”

My face was hot. “No. That can’t be right.”

Helen studied me. “Just last week, you told me how happy you were. You were on cloud nine. Now, Merrick isn’t perfect, and you’re sure the sky is falling. It’s like I told you the other day, you’re terrified of being vulnerable with him.”

“It does feel like you’re looking for reasons to be upset,” Charlene agreed. “Nobody can be perfect all the time. It’s like you’re just waiting for Merrick to disappoint you.”

“It’s true I don’t want to be made a fool of,” I muttered. “But it’s legitimately concerning that he hid seeing Peter from me.”

“I agree. He shouldn’t have done that.” Helen nodded. “But he’s new to this relationship stuff too. You’re both doing your best while fighting insecurities.”

“When it comes to relationships, you just have to dive in with both feet. There can’t be one foot in and one foot out.” Charlene sighed. “Otherwise, you’ll crash and burn for sure.”

I winced. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth,” Charlene said. “You’re already in this thing with Merrick. You need to lean in.”

“I concur,” Helen said.

“God.” I rubbed my face roughly, feeling anxious. “I don’t want to ruin things with Merrick. I really don’t. What should I do? Should I mention I know he saw Peter twice and that I’m upset that he hid it?”

“Of course,” they both said at once.

“Really? You don’t think it might make things worse?”

“No.” Helen shook her head. “I think he’ll be relieved to address what’s bothering you. You’re not acting normal. He knows something is wrong.”

“How can he not know Peter is the problem here?” I frowned.

“He’s not thinking any clearer than you. He probably thinks you’re the one having regrets,” Charlene said. “I’ll bet he thinks you’re using the Peter thing to try to break up with him.”

“But I’m not.” My stomach churned.

Charlene drained her margarita glass. She set it on the coffee table and grabbed another piece of the cold pizza. “Love is terrifying because you have to open yourself up. But it’s worth it. You and Merrick are surprisingly good together.”

“I agree,” Helen said. “You’re different, but you balance each other.”

“Why does this stuff have to be so complicated?”

Charlene’s cheek bulged as she chewed, watching me. Once she’d swallowed, she said, “Merrick is worth fighting for, so fight, boss.”

Gritting my teeth, I nodded. “Okay. Tomorrow night, I’ll tell him what’s been eating at me. Hopefully, he won’t get all defensive.”

“Even if he does, just keep calm,” Helen said. “When he sees you’re not freaking out, he’ll probably follow your lead.”

“Right. I’ll do my best to stay calm, no matter what.”

Charlene grinned. “Man, I wish I could be a fly on the wall when you two talk.”

I groaned and held out my empty glass. “I need another drink.

“Really? You’re gonna have another?” Charlene picked up the pitcher and tilted it. “Maybe this is the night I finally get to see my boss snockered.”

“It’s not as fun as it sounds,” I muttered. “I’ll probably end up with my head in the toilet.”

“Don’t worry, boss. I won’t take a photo or anything.” Charlene smirked. “Probably.”

“If you do, you’re definitely fired. Nothing will save you,” I rasped.

Helen chuckled. “Fear not. I won’t let her take any photos, Kip.”

“Pfft.” Charlene rolled her eyes. “You two are no fun at all.”

Chapter Seven

“Unfortunately, there were no useable prints, Helen.” Merrick looked legitimately sorry as he stood near her desk. “There isn’t much of a trail for us to follow.”

Helen’s face fell. “I was afraid of that.”

“You’re sure Robbie isn’t the burglar?” I asked, meeting Merrick’s dubious gaze. He’d dropped by to take me to lunch the day after my slumber party with Helen and Charlene. While I was happy to see him, I was struggling with a bit of a hangover.

Merrick shook his head. “I’m ninety-nine percent sure he was just there to tag Helen’s house.”

“Darn.” I scowled.

“I’m really sorry, Helen.” Merrick grimaced. “I’d hoped there might at least be a partial we could use.”

Sighing, Helen said, “I guess whoever it was wore gloves?”

“It would seem so.”

Even though I’d had a bad feeling there would be no prints, I hated how demoralized Helen looked. The stress of the last few days was definitely getting to her. I met Charlene’s gaze, and she gave me a pointed look. I frowned, and she waved me over. Since Merrick and Helen seemed deep in conversation, I moved toward Charlene.

When I reached her, she hissed, “Do you see now why we have to investigate this ourselves?”

I gave Merrick a wary glance. “I told you I didn’t think that was a good idea.”

“I know, but Merrick is basically here to tell Helen she’s on her own. The police have nothing to go on. He’s washing his hands of her.”

“That’s not fair. They simply have no leads.”

“I know, but that’s where the investigation will end for them. We can’t let that happen.” Charlene sighed, looking pained. “I mean, just look at her face, Kip. She looks so dejected.”

I glanced at Helen, and my stomach churned. While she was doing her best to hide her disappointment, I knew her well enough to recognize she was feeling hopeless. I knew firsthand how awful it felt to be targeted and have no hope that the police would ever catch the culprit.

“I, for one, will not stand by and let this burglar terrorize Helen.” Charlene lifted her chin. “And you shouldn’t either.”

“Obviously, I feel protective of Helen. But it’s awkward for me,” I murmured. “Merrick won’t like it one bit if I get involved with something like that.”

“So? Since when do you care what Merrick thinks? Aren’t you your own person?”

I scowled. “That’s not fair. I have to take his feelings into consideration. He’s the chief of police. What I do can reflect on him.”

“We’re not going to do anything illegal.”

I let out a tired breath, pressing my fingers to my throbbing temple. “What exactly are you proposing?”

A hopeful gleam appeared in her eyes. “Like I suggested last night, we can start with talking to the neighbors. It’s possible one of them has seen someone loitering. What could it hurt to have a chat with the neighbors closest to Helen’s home?”

“What if they don’t want to talk to us?”

“Then we move on. I’m not saying we’re going to harass people. But Helen is well-liked. I’m sure her neighbors would want to help catch this burglar. After all, they might be next.”

“True,” I murmured, stiffening when Merrick glanced over at us. I didn’t relax until he looked away again.

“If you think this might cause friction with Merrick, you don’t have to tell him what we’re up to. Not at first. Let’s see if we even get any traction.”

I wrinkled my brow. “But if he found out after the fact, he might get more upset.”

“It’s up to you if you tell him or not. I’m just saying we need to do something.”

Guilt ate at me as I watched Helen. She was being very brave about it all, but it had to weigh on her mind that the crook might return. I liked to think the alarm system would deter them now, but there was no guarantee of that. She’d gone ahead and sprung for the professional monitoring, after all, but that still couldn’t stop the crook from breaking in.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to talk to the neighbors,” I said quietly.

Charlene let out an excited squeak. “Really?”

I gave an uneasy glance toward Merrick, but he wasn’t watching us. “When would we start?”

“Tonight. I say after work, we begin Operation Talk to Everyone.”

I grimaced. “I really hope this doesn’t backfire on us.”

“Why would it?”

I muttered, “Things just seem to have a way of spiraling out of control sometimes.”

She didn’t address my cryptic statement. Instead, she beamed at me. “Helen will be so happy. She needs us to support her, and this is just the ticket.”

“I hope you’re right.”

I jumped when Merrick appeared at my side.

He narrowed his eyes but didn’t address how skittish I was. “Ready to go?” he asked.

“Uh, yes. I’m definitely ready.” I met Helen’s gaze. “Did you want to come to lunch with us?”

She smiled. “It’s okay. I’m having lunch with Charlene.”

“You sure?” Merrick asked. “You could both join us.”

Charlene grinned. “As tempting as it is to crash Kip’s romantic lunch with you, we must decline.”

“Romantic?” My face warmed. “We’re just eating lunch. We’re not necking under the bridge.”

Merrick chuckled. “Although, that sounds fun too.”

“Nah, you two go on. Me and Helen have important stuff to discuss.” Charlene winked at me.

I winced when Merrick gave me a curious look. “It’s probably just… you know… girl stuff.”

“Uh, sure.” Merrick grimaced. “You ready to go?”

“Yep.” I nodded. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Merrick led the way out of the shop. Once we reached the sidewalk, I said, “I need to stop by the feedstore after lunch. Maybe I should just follow you in my truck?”

He frowned. “You don’t want to ride together?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just have chores after, and there’s no point in your driving me back here when I have to go into town again.”

“I see. Okay. Where shall we eat?”

“I picked last time, so you decide.” I kind of hoped he’d pick a place Peter hated eating at. I really didn’t want to run into that guy again.

“The Willow Tree?” he suggested.

“Sure. I love Chinese food.” I moved toward my truck as I spoke.

“See you there.” He got in his car.

As I backed out of my parking space, I noticed a silver sedan on the street in front of the shop. It really only caught my eye because it was a strange place to park, considering there was a big parking lot a few feet away. When I drove past, I wasn’t able to see inside well because it had tinted windows. I observed that it had a Florida license plate but then got distracted by a car that almost cut me off at the signal.

When I arrived at the Willow Tree, Merrick was waiting for me on the sidewalk. It was no surprise he was on his phone. As he walked up and down, talking into his cell, I was able to really study him. Gone were the days when I’d dreaded seeing him. It was kind of scary though, becoming used to him being a constant in my life. If we broke up, there would be a huge hole in my life.

We’re not going to break up.

Helen and Charlene were right—I needed to talk to Merrick. The minute I realized how happy I was being with him, I’d begun to question everything. I was giving in to my insecurities, and it would ruin our relationship if I didn’t stop it now. I wasn’t sure if I should wait and talk about Peter later tonight or address things at lunch. We only had an hour together right now; we’d have more time to really dig in later. Then again, Merrick would be more tired later too. He might be grumpy and defensive.

Merrick hung up and tucked his phone away. As I approached, he turned and smiled at me. The warmth in his eyes made my chest tighten. How was it possible to feel so connected to someone and still so unsure? Helen was right; I was afraid. Afraid of being made a fool of. Afraid of falling in love with Merrick, just in case he changed his mind.

“I shouldn’t have the orange chicken, but I think I might.” Merrick seemed unaware of my inner turmoil. He opened the front door of the restaurant for me. “We don’t come here that often.”

“Yeah, treat yo self.” I smiled, stepping inside the cool, dark restaurant. Overhead, the sounds of plucked strings and wind instruments created a soothing atmosphere. Beside the front door was a large golden crane statue, symbolizing wisdom and longevity. Dark wooden tables and scarlet lanterns overhead complemented the golden fabric wallpaper that adorned the rooms.

The hostess was an older Asian woman with gray at her temples and alert, dark eyes. She wore a red lace qipao dress, which showcased her smooth, pale complexion. She smiled at Merrick, obvious recognition in her eyes. “Long time no see, Chief Dawson.”

“Hello, Min.” Merrick returned her warm smile. “This is Kip.”

I smiled as she turned her curious gaze to me. “Nice to meet you,” I said.

“You as well.” She studied me for a moment, and then she nodded. “I approve of this one.”

My face warmed, but I didn’t say anything.

Merrick laughed. “Then I guess I’ll keep him.”

Her laughter was lilting, and she grabbed some menus. “Follow me.” She moved away, her stride graceful and confident.

Min took us to a red vinyl booth in the corner. As we slid into the booth, a busboy set a cast-iron teapot on the table, and the scent of jasmine tea wafted around us.

“I’ll give you some time to look at the menu.” Min set the menus on the table and moved away to help some people at another table.

“I haven’t been here in so long,” I murmured, scanning the large menu.

“Thomas likes to come here.”

I nodded. “I haven’t seen him in a while either. He’s been working a lot of overtime.”

“You should make the effort. He misses you.” Merrick set his menu on the edge of the table.

“Thomas misses me? I doubt that.”

“He does. He says you don’t ever want to hang out with him and his friends.”

“That’s because they all think it’s hysterical to get me wasted. I don’t find it nearly as funny as they do.” I poured us some jasmine tea as I spoke.

He chuckled. “Yeah, I get it. I prefer hanging out with Thomas alone. Maybe I’m getting old. The idea of staying up all night drinking in a bar doesn’t appeal like it used to.”

I winced. “I had way too much to drink last night.”

He wrinkled his brow. “Really?”

“Yep. I drove with Helen to Charlene’s. Charlene ordered a pizza and made margaritas.”

“I hope you didn’t drink and drive.” His tone was vaguely lecturing.

“No. I spent the night on Charlene’s couch.”

He looked surprised. “Oh. I didn’t realize.”

“Charlene decided we should have a sleepover to cheer Helen up.” I grimaced. “I got roped into it by default.”

He nodded, his expression difficult to read. “You three are a lot closer than I realized.”

I smiled. “We are close. It’s nice, actually.”

“I’ll bet.” He grinned. “Remember the sleepovers I used to have at your house as a kid?”

“Of course I remember. I’d always try to arrange my own sleepovers at a friend’s house so I didn’t have to see you.” I smirked.

He narrowed his eyes. “Did you really do that?”

“Yes. I told you, I thought we were mortal enemies.”

He sighed. “I was pretty hard on you.”

“Why was that?” We’d touched on the issue of how he’d treated me back then but never really dug into it. “I really looked up to you when I was in grammar school, but when I entered high school, you changed toward me.”

He dropped his gaze, a line between his dark brows. “It wasn’t really about you.”

“It sure felt like it.”

“I was under a ton of pressure. Dad got elected mayor just as I entered high school. He started coming down hard on me. Nothing I did was good enough. He picked at me and picked at me.” He looked up, embarrassment shimmering in his eyes. “I guess I took my resentment toward him out on you.”

“Why me though?”

He shrugged. “You were there. You were smaller. You were weaker. I feel like a real jerk admitting that, but I’m being honest because you deserve it.”

I didn’t love hearing his reasons, and it hurt to think he’d thought of me as weak. “I idolized you as a kid. I thought you were the funniest, coolest guy I’d ever known.”

He winced. “I know.” He laughed gruffly at my scowl. “I’m not trying to sound conceited. I only mean I actually noticed when you stopped feeling that way about me. I remember feeling sad that you didn’t look at me the same anymore, even though I knew it was all my doing.”

“I was just really confused by you.”

“That was a complicated time in my life. I hated my dad, and I was beginning to realize I liked guys. When I started noticing you in a… nonplatonic way, I kind of freaked out. That was probably why I went so overboard to be mean. Not only were you a guy, you were my best friend’s brother. I didn’t know how to handle it. I was immature.”

“But you kept at it. You’re not a kid anymore, but you kept picking on me until very recently.”

He gritted his teeth. “I know. I didn’t know how to be nice to you because I was sure you’d see how I felt. Gradually, it dawned on me I wanted you to see how I felt. I wanted to be with you. But by then, you hated my guts.”

“Yes. I did. I kept wishing you’d leave Pearl Cove.”

“Ouch.” He pressed his hand to his chest. “That hurts.”

I shrugged. “Well, we’re being honest, right?”

He nodded. “None of that matters now because that’s the past.”

“I agree.” We were being so open I considered bringing up the whole Peter thing. But Min appeared at the table to take our order. Tonight, I’d definitely broach the subject with Merrick. I wanted to clear the air completely, and we’d have more privacy and time later tonight.

Merrick did indeed get the orange chicken with steamed rice. I went with stir-fried lobster with green onion and garlic. I made a mental note to have a breath mint after lunch because the spicy dish was potent.

After our earlier, more serious conversation, I was happy the mood lightened. We laughed a lot and kept things positive. By the time lunch was over, I was feeling optimistic about my relationship again. Right before he got in his car, Merrick gave me a heated kiss goodbye that left me wanting more.

I did my errands and went back to the shop. Helen was already back, and Charlene and Andrew returned from their walking assignments ten minutes later. The rest of the day was nothing too exciting. I met with a few new clients and got their schedules set up, and I designed a few ads for the local newspaper. It was business as usual.

Once Andrew was gone for the day, Charlene and Helen came into my office. Charlene plopped down in the chair in front of my desk and cleared her throat. I set my pen down and crossed my hands.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Charlene said, “We should get going if we’re going to talk to Helen’s neighbors.”

Helen twisted her hands. “You don’t have to be involved in this if you’re not comfortable with it, Kip. I definitely don’t want you to do anything that might upset Merrick.”

“I appreciate that.” I sighed. “But I want to help. We’re not doing anything wrong by asking a few questions, right?”

“Exactly.” Charlene nodded.

Looking dubious, Helen said, “I’m not sure Merrick would agree with us.”

I shrugged. “I’m a grown man. If I want to help my friend, I can help my friend.”

“That’s the spirit, boss.” Charlene gave me an approving smile.

“Okay, well, who should we start with?” Helen asked.

“We already asked Gilda if she saw anything. She said no.” I frowned.

Helen nodded. “She did say that.”

“You don’t believe her?” Charlene asked.

“Gilda knows everything that goes on. I mean everything.” Helen met my gaze. “Did you believe her, Kip?”

“Knowing what a busybody she is, it’s hard to imagine she saw absolutely nothing either time.”

“Agreed,” Helen said.

“What reason would she have to lie though?” Charlene frowned. “Unless you think she’s the one who tried to break in?”

“I doubt that.” Helen shook her head. “Gilda is more of a watcher than a doer.”

Charlene snapped her fingers. “Maybe she’s in cahoots with someone, and they do all the grunt work while she plays lookout.”

I highly doubted that scenario. “Why would she wait until now to break into Helen’s house? She’s lived next door to her over a decade.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s true.”

“It’s probably a stranger,” I murmured.

Nodding, Helen said, “Yes. Anyone who knows me well knows I don’t have much worth stealing.” Her cell buzzed and she looked at the number. Scowling, she tucked it away.

“Not someone you want to talk to?” I asked.

She grimaced. “It’s this annoying insurance agent, Dudley something. He’s trying to get me to switch insurance companies. I’ve told him several times I’m not interested, but he won’t take no for an answer.”

“How did he get your cell number?” Charlene frowned.

“I don’t know. I’m starting to think I need to change my number.”

I smiled. “Anyway, back to the burglaries. Seeing as you’ve been burgled twice, we have to assume they’re targeting you on purpose. It’s not random.”

I frowned. “They’ve tried to get in twice, so we know this isn’t random.”

Helen shivered. “Can’t say I like hearing that.”

“I know.” I shot her a remorseful look.

“Let’s start with the house on the other side of Gilda. We can always come back to Gilda at a later date.” Charlene tapped her jaw, looking thoughtful.

“Good idea.” While we needed to question Helen’s neighbor, Sheila, I was happy not to start with her. I didn’t think she’d be particularly helpful since she had a grudge against Helen. I was curious about her husband though. Since Helen had butted heads with his family, maybe Rubin was the vindictive type. Perhaps he was trying to scare Helen out of the neighborhood.

“Do you think it’ll be weird if the three of us interview the people together?” Helen asked.

I said, “I think they’re more likely to talk to us with you there.”

“I agree. We’re your friends. We’re supporting you by coming with you to ask questions. I think most people will understand that,” Charlene said.

Helen sighed. “Okay, good. I don’t think I’d be very good at interviewing people on my own.”

“I’ll be great at it,” Charlene bragged. “It’s really just about being friendly and not making them feel like you’re grilling them.”

“While you grill them?” I laughed.

“Exactly.” Charlene grinned. “It’s an art.”

Helen sighed. “I just hate bothering people.”

Charlene stood. “Don’t be silly. We need to see if anyone saw anything. If not, well, we’re no worse off than we are now.”

“Okay.” Helen straightened. “Shall we go?”

I got up and grabbed my cell and keys from the desk. “I’m ready. Let’s go interrogate some unsuspecting citizens.”

Rubbing her hands together, Charlene said, “You two just stand back and let me work my charm.”

Helen met my gaze, grimacing. “I think we’ve created a monster.”

I smirked. “I suspect it’s always been there. Watching. Waiting. Doing anything but actually working.”

“Hey.” Charlene grinned. “That’s not funny. I work.”

“Work at not working, maybe.” I dodged her half-hearted punch and bolted to the doorway. “I’ll see you at your house, Helen.”

Helen rolled her eyes. “Charlene, you can ride with me.”

“Okay,” she yelled, tearing after me. “But first, I have to murder Kip.”

With a sigh, Helen followed us out of the office.

Chapter Eight

Patrick Pearson lived two doors down from Helen. With his puffy white beard and mustache, he bore a startling resemblance to Santa Clause. The fact that he wore suspenders and a red plaid flannel shirt simply added to the similarity.

Charlene took the lead when the door opened. “Hello, Mr. Pearson, I’m Charlene. We’re friends of Helen Williams, your neighbor from down the street?”

Patrick’s curious gaze settled on Helen. “Oh, hey there, Helen.”

Helen gave a self-conscious laugh. “Hi, Pat.”

“What can I do for you?” he asked politely.

Helen cleared her throat. “Well, we were wondering if maybe we could ask you a few questions.”

His expression became wary. “You’re not trying to recruit me into your church, right?”

“Oh, goodness, no.” Helen grimaced. “It’s about the burglaries at my home.”

He looked relieved. “I see.”

“Mostly, we’re wondering if you’ve noticed any strangers on the street recently,” Charlene asked. “Maybe someone hanging around who just looked out of place?”

Wrinkling his brow, Patrick shook his head. “Can’t say that I have. I noticed the moving van at your place, Helen. I was worried maybe you were leaving.”

“No. I just inherited a few things from a relative.” She smiled.

“Good. You’re one of the original homeowners, like me. Too many rental homes popping up on the street lately.”

“Are there a lot of new rental properties on the street?” I asked.

“Yep.” Patrick nodded. “That Realtor kid, Harvey Greenback, is trying to make a name for himself in Pearl Cove.”

I knew who Harvey was, and he was no kid. He was in his forties at least, but maybe Harvey seemed young to a man Patrick’s age. Rumor had it Harvey had gone bankrupt in LA and then moved to Pearl Cove to try to restart his realty business. He’d approached me a few times about selling my home, but I’d declined.

Patrick sighed. “Harvey is going neighborhood by neighborhood and buying up as many homes as he can. Right now, he’s fixated on our street and the ones directly around us.”

“Why is he buying so many homes?” Charlene frowned.

“He buys the homes at above market price and turns them into rentals. From what I hear, his rent is way higher than usual, but he’ll rent to people with bad credit, when a lot of landlords won’t.” Patrick scratched his beard, scowling. “He’s relentless. I’ve said ‘no’ to him twenty times, but he keeps calling.”

Helen frowned. “Yep. His flyers are always on my windshield and porch. He’s called me a few times trying to get me to sell too.”

“He’s done the same thing to everyone on this block.” Patrick shook his head. “He can take a leap off the pier. I’m not selling.”

“Me neither,” Helen said.

Charlene cleared her throat. “So, then, other than rental homes popping up on the street, you haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary?”

“Not really.” Patrick frowned. “I have noticed Sheila’s husband, Rubin, getting in a few arguments with some of the neighbors. But that’s not really new. He’s been like that since the day they moved on the street.”

Helen rolled her eyes. “Don’t get me started on that family.”

Patrick guffawed. “I know what you mean, Helen. I found Timmy playing with matches on the side of my house the other afternoon. When I told Sheila about it, she accused me of making it up.”

“Good, Lord,” Helen rasped.

“That kid could have burned down the whole neighborhood,” Patrick grumbled. “They need to keep that child on a leash.”

“Are they renting?” Charlene asked.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think they are.” Helen scowled. “I believe they bought that house.”

“Yep, right before Rubin lost his job,” said Patrick. “I suspect they’re struggling financially. They’ve let the yard go, which makes me wonder if they’re on the verge of foreclosure.”

“I feel bad for them if they’re about to lose their house, but something needs to be done about Timmy. He’s turning into a hooligan.”

“That he is,” Patrick agreed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out that little boy is the one breaking into your home, Helen.”

“But he’s so young.” Charlene widened her eyes.

“Young, yes. But he’s a troublemaker,” said Patrick. “He gets joy out of upsetting everyone.”

Helen grimaced. “It did go through my mind it might have been Timmy. I can definitely see that kid throwing a brick through my window. But the police checked for prints and didn’t find anything. I highly doubt Timmy would be smart enough to not leave prints behind.”

I said, “Plus, there was no brick.”

“Good point.” Helen laughed.

Charlene nodded. “Anytime I’ve seen Timmy, he’s looked pretty grubby. He probably leaves stick prints everywhere he goes.”

“Maybe you guys should call Child Services. If no one is keeping tabs on that kid, he could really get hurt.”

“Or we could,” muttered Helen.

Patrick sighed. “I’ve thought about calling the authorities, but I always chicken out. I don’t want problems with that family.”

Helen grimaced. “Not to mention, if Child Services shows up on their doorstep, Sheila will assume it was me who called.”

I frowned. “But it sounds like Timmy is causing problems all over the neighborhood. Why would they pinpoint you?”

“Sheila already seems to hate me. I’d loathe for things to escalate between me and that family. I just know Sheila would blame me. Sally, the neighbor on the other side of them, is never home. She wouldn’t be suspected; it would be all on me.”

“I agree with Helen. Things could definitely get worse,” Patrick said. “If the kid ever does actually start a fire, I’ll definitely call the authorities. But for now, he’s just an annoying brat.”

“I suppose you two know best,” I murmured.

Patrick’s brows knitted together. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more help.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Helen said. “We figured it couldn’t hurt to ask, right?”

Charlene said, “Thank you for your time, Mr. Pearson.”

He smiled weakly. “I’ll definitely let you know if I notice any shenanigans on the street, Helen.”

Helen nodded. “I’d appreciate it.”

We left Patrick’s home and went to the next house. The next place was like something out of a fairy tale, with pink shutters framing cottage-style windows and adorable squirrel and bunny statues sprinkled throughout the garden. Even in the cold weather, flowers bloomed in boxes beneath the windows. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the cobblestone walkway was made of gingerbread.

Charlene rang the doorbell, and when the door opened, an elderly woman with long white hair stood there. She wore a pink frilly dress, heels, and pearls. “Helen,” the woman said merrily, “what a lovely surprise.”

“Sorry to bother you, Blair.” Helen smiled.

Taking in the woman’s dressy attire, Charlene said, “I’m sorry. Did we catch you on your way out?”

“On my way out?” Blair echoed, looking confused.

“You’re dressed up. I assume we got you at a bad time.” Charlene smiled.

Blair frowned. “Not at all. I always dress like this.”

Nodding, Helen said, “She does indeed. She puts me to shame with my jeans and T-shirts.”

“Not at all, Helen.” Laughing, Blair said, “It’s just my mother taught me that I should always look my best.” She gave me a pointed look. “Just in case a male suitor should arrive on your doorstep unexpectedly.”

I gave an awkward laugh.

Charlene said, “Oh, well, if you have some time, do you think we could ask you a few questions?”

“Questions?” Blair asked. “What sort of questions?”

Helen sighed. “I’m sure you’ve heard my house was broken into twice?”

Blair’s expression fell. “I did. I’m so sorry, Helen. How are you holding up?”

“I’m okay, I suppose.” Helen shrugged. “But I’ve decided it might be a good idea to ask my neighbors if perhaps they noticed anyone suspicious loitering recently?”

“I see. You’re being proactive.” Blair nodded approvingly. “Good idea.”

Charlene nudged, “So, have you seen anyone?”

Blair pursed her lips. “There was someone…”

All three of us perked up.

“Really?” I asked. “Can you describe this person?”

Her blue eyes focused on me. “He was about your height—heavier though. He wore a suit, and I believe he had a clipboard.”

“Was he actually near my home?” Helen asked.

Blair nodded. “Yes. He parked in your driveway, and then he circled your home on foot.”

Frowning, Helen shivered. “Did he seem to be casing the place?”

“Casing?” Blair frowned. “Um… I’m not sure.”

“Do you remember what day it was?” I didn’t want to get too excited because it could easily have just been a salesman.

“I do. It was the day your alarm went off, Helen. I remember because I was in the front yard pruning my snapdragons that day. They were getting out of control, and if I just let them grow, they get crazy wild.”

Focus, Blair.

Trying not to sound impatient, I asked, “Did this person try the doors or windows as if he was trying to get in?”

“To be honest, I didn’t really watch him that closely. I simply noticed he’d parked in your driveway and wandered around the side of your house. That seemed strange to me, but then he got in his car and left.”

“Did he leave before or after the alarm went off?” Helen asked.

“Before I think. No… maybe it was after.” She grimaced. “Wait… I think he left before. Yeah, it was definitely before the alarm went off. I think.”

I gritted my teeth, feeling frustrated.

“Can you describe him a bit more?” Charlene asked. “Perhaps you noticed his hair color?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t.”

Charlene turned to me. “Maybe it was that Realtor guy, Harvey?”

“Maybe,” I murmured. “Did he have flyers with him?”

“Not sure.” Blair sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m not being much help, am I?”

“It’s fine,” Helen said. “It’s not like you knew you’d need to pay attention.”

Blair looked sincerely apologetic. “I was just minding my own business. I don’t like to spy on my neighbors.”

“Of course not,” Helen agreed.

“At least you let us know someone was at Helen’s home.” Charlene smiled. “Did you only see them the one time?”

Blair squinted up at the sky. “Hmmm… I might have seen the car on the street multiple times recently. But I can’t say it was only near Helen’s home.”

“Can you describe the car?” I asked.

“I think it was light blue or maybe silver?”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Anything else that comes to mind?”

“Not really,” Blair murmured.

“In that case, we appreciate your time, Blair.” Helen smiled warmly. “Sorry to have interrupted your evening.”

“No problem. I just wish—” Blair straightened. “Wait… now that I think about it, I also saw Rubin skulking around your home.”

“Rubin?” Helen widened her eyes. “Sheila’s husband?”

“Yes. I kind of forgot all about him. It… it was the evening before your first break-in.” Blair sounded breathless, and she clutched her pearls. “I was taking a walk, and as I passed by your home, I saw Rubin go into your backyard. Oh, goodness. I can’t believe I forgot about that.”

“Why in the world would Rubin be in my backyard?” Helen mumbled.

“Good question,” Charlene rasped.

“We could always go ask him what his reason was. Seeing as you’ve had two attempted burglaries, I don’t think anyone would blame you for wondering why Rubin was in your yard.” I met Helen’s uneasy gaze. “What do you think, Helen, are you up for it?”

She grimaced. “I… guess?”

Blair nodded. “I wouldn’t think to go in my neighbor’s backyard without asking them first.”

“I agree. Technically, that’s trespassing.” Charlene scowled. “Rubin should at least explain what he was doing on your private property. After being burgled, you have the right to ask.”

“I would like to know what he was up to.” Helen frowned. “But what if he won’t talk to us?”

Charlene shrugged. “Then we can tell the police, and they can question him.”

I held up my hands. “Hold on, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There’s every chance they’ll be perfectly happy to talk to us. Let’s go see if Sheila or Rubin are willing to have a nice, calm chat.”

Blair sighed. “Nothing is ever calm with that man. He’s always yelling at someone.”

“That’s so true.” Helen bit her lip. “He’s got a short fuse. Sheila isn’t much better.”

I couldn’t imagine asking a few questions would get Sheila or Rubin riled up. “We won’t be accusing in any way. We’ll just ask a few polite questions. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” Charlene nodded.

I turned to Blair. “You’re positive the person you saw was Rubin?”

Blair lifted her brows. “Oh, yes. I’d know his mullet anywhere.”

The more I heard about Rubin, the less impressed I became. “I say let’s give it a try. What could it hurt, right?”

“Definitely.” Charlene looked pumped. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Helen turned to Blair. “Thank you. You were a huge help.”

“I hope so. It makes me uneasy knowing there’s some creep out there trying to get into people’s homes. Maybe you should give me the phone number of your alarm company, Helen. I don’t feel safe lately.”

“I’ll do that.” Helen smiled.

We left Blair’s home and headed down the street in the direction of Sheila’s house. Uneasiness churned in my stomach because from the small interaction I’d had with Sheila, she didn’t strike me as a reasonable woman. But Helen had a right to know why Rubin had been in her yard. Surely she’d understand why Helen was curious.

When we reached Sheila and Rubin’s place, I noticed the home seemed to be lacking pride of ownership. There was paint peeling off the house, and the yard looked withered. I suspected the wilted roses and brown lawn were from a lack of watering rather than simply cold temperatures. The welcome mat on the porch was faded and certainly not welcoming, and there were thick, well-established cobwebs in the corners of the porch.

Charlene rang the doorbell, and I leaned toward my two cohorts.

“Now, remember, we need to remain calm, no matter how annoying they are,” I whispered. “We’re just here to gather info. Nothing more.”

“I’ll do my best to channel Mother Teresa,” Helen said.

“I’m known for my reasonableness,” Charlene bragged. “Nobody can out-reasonable me.”

“Good,” I murmured.

The door abruptly opened, and Timmy stood there. He had no shirt on, and his hair was sticking up in all directions. His bony chest was smeared with green and red paint, as were his cheeks. “We don’t want any,” he shouted and then gave a giggle.

I was taken aback that the child had answered the door. “Uh… er… is your mother or father home?”

“Maayybbee.”

“Would you mind getting them?” I frowned. Why was the kid opening the door to strangers?

Timmy wrinkled his brow. “You’re the bad man who stole my rat.”

I grimaced. “I didn’t steal it.”

“Uh-huh. You kept it when I said give it back.” Timmy glanced at Charlene, and he widened his eyes. “Ooh, you’re pretty. Really, really pretty.”

“Oh, um…thanks?” Charlene looked nonplussed, which made sense. She probably didn’t get hit on by six-year-olds all that often.

Helen cleared her throat. “Timmy, you never said if your parents were home or not.”

Still staring at Charlene, Timmy nodded. “Mommy is drinking her happy juice in the kitchen, and Daddy is sleeping on the couch.”

I exchanged an uneasy glance with Helen. It probably wasn’t great that Sheila was drinking. “Do you think you could ask your mother to come talk to us?”

“Will you give me my rat back if I do?”

I frowned. “I don’t have it. I left it at Helen’s. It’s up to her, not me.”

Helen said, “I’ll think about giving it back to you if you go get your mom.”

I suspected Helen had no intention of giving Timmy his toy rat back. She’d probably already flushed it down the toilet or tossed it in the trash. She’d been livid the other day and determined not to return that toy until Timmy apologized. Which, as far as I knew, he’d never done.

Timmy ran away, yelling for his mom, and I braced myself for what was to come. I was tempted to abandon the mission. Odds were, if Sheila was drinking, she’d be unreceptive to us. She wasn’t the most charming of women sober. But before I could suggest we bail, Sheila appeared. She looked very different from the other day in a tattered pink bathrobe. There was mascara smeared under her eyes, and her hair was hanging limp and oily around her shoulders.

“What do you people want?” she hissed when she saw us.

Charlene bristled instantly and barked, “We wanted to know why your husband was creeping around in Helen’s backyard the other day.”

Oh, geez.

I winced at Charlene’s confrontational tone. I’d really hoped to ease into things, but Charlene had gone in like a wrecking ball. As a red flush crept up Sheila’s face and her jaw clenched, I knew we were in for a battle.

“Who the heck are you people to accuse my husband of anything?” Sheila screeched.

I grimaced. “We’re not accusing anyone.”

“Oh, really? Sure seems like you are.”

“Now, Sheila—” Helen began.

“I don’t understand your obsession with my family,” Sheila howled, eyes pinned on poor Helen. “Can’t you just leave us alone?”

“My obsession with… what in the world…. it’s not me… you’re…” spluttered Helen.

Sheila waggled her finger in Helen’s face. “Why can’t you just mind your own business, old woman?”

“I… you… I…” Helen was shaking with anger and had apparently lost her use of the English language.

Timmy was giggling as he peered around his mother’s legs. “Fight. Fight. Fight.”

“Shhh. Little boy, be quiet,” Charlene rasped.

“Don’t you shush my child,” Sheila bellowed. “Who even are you?”

Charlene scowled. “I’m Helen’s friend, that’s who I am.”

Sheila looked Charlene up and down. “Like I need to be lectured on how to raise my son by some blonde bimbo?”

“B… b… bimbo?” Charlene growled.

“Okay. Okay. Everyone just take a deep breath,” I said, holding out my hands. Unfortunately, words on Sheila were as effective as a rubber band holding back a runaway locomotive.

Sheila stepped out onto the porch, face beet red and eyes wild. “How dare you people accuse my husband of being a Peeping Tom.”

“What?” Helen blinked at Sheila in bewilderment. “ We never said that.”

I maneuvered myself in front of Helen because Sheila looked ready to throw a punch. “Sheila, please, calm down. No one is accusing anyone of anything. We just want to talk.”

“Liar,” Sheila hissed, raising her arm as if she was going to slap me. “You’re trying to get my husband thrown in jail.”

I grabbed her wrist, shocked at her lack of control. “What in the world?” I held her skinny arm, feeling like I’d stepped into an alternate universe. “Lady, please calm down.”

“Let go of me,” Sheila protested, trying to get her arm free.

“I will if you’ll just stop trying to hit me,” I rasped.

Timmy started crying and jumping up and down. “They’re attacking my mommy! Help! Help! They’re going to kill my mommy!”

“What?” Helen grabbed hold of my shoulders. “Kip, let’s go. These people are insane.”

As she finished speaking, a groggy-looking man stumbled up behind Sheila. His hair was shaggy, and he was unshaven. He wore a grungy-looking tank top and cutoff jean shorts. I got a very strong whiff of pot mingled with booze, and his bloodshot eyes supported my suspicions.

“What the heck is going on?” he boomed, coming out onto the porch.

“They’re killing mommy,” Timmy screamed.

“No, we’re not.” Charlene sounded flustered. “No one is hurting your mommy. She tried to hit us.”

“Help,” Timmy shouted, ignoring Charlene. “We’re being attacked.”

“Timmy,” Helen said, voice wobbling. “You’re wrong. Calm down.”

“I’ll teach you to touch my wife.” Rubin lunged for me, and I let go of Sheila’s wrist and stepped back. He was faster than he looked and managed to grab hold of my T-shirt. He yanked me against his chest and proceeded to scream booze-soaked, nonsensical words in my face.

I somehow managed to slip out of his grasp, and I took a few steps back. “Keep your hands off me,” I warned.

Helen and Charlene were behind me screaming, and Timmy was still sobbing. Sheila had produced a broom from somewhere, and she began beating me over the head with it. Behind us, I heard the blip of a police siren, and the next thing I knew, two burly cops were yanking me down the steps.

Chapter Nine

Confused as to why the police were manhandling me, I struggled in their grip. “What are you doing? I’m not the problem. They attacked me.”

The younger officer who had hold of me gave me an unfriendly stare. “Settle down, sir.”

“I am settled,” I panted. “Didn’t you see that woman hitting me with a broom?”

“I didn’t see any broom,” the cop said.

Charlene wailed, “He’s telling you the truth.”

The other older cop looked skeptical. “When we pulled up, you were physically assaulting that woman.”

“What?” I sputtered. “All I did was try to stop her from hitting me.”

“He wasn’t assaulting her,” Charlene said. “They attacked us. That family is insane.”

“They tried to kill my mommy,” Timmy screamed from the porch.

“No. No. This is a misunderstanding.” Helen was flapping her hands, looking distraught. “We just wanted to talk to them, and they lost their minds.”

“She’s right.” I tried to get free of the younger cop’s grip. “You’ve got it all backward. They assaulted me.”

“Right, buddy.” The other older cop shook his head. “That woman and her little boy assaulted you.”

“The husband certainly did,” I growled. “Plus, as I told you, the woman hit me with a broom. All I did was defend myself. You just got here. You have no idea what really happened.”

“We have eyes,” the older cop said.

My brain seemed to short-circuit when I felt the younger cop slipping cuffs onto my wrists. “What are you doing?” I asked through gritted teeth. My voice might have been steady, but inside, adrenaline pumped through my body like a tsunami. “I haven’t broken any laws.”

The young officer ignored me. “You have the right to remain silent…”

Blah. Blah. Blah.

“This is ridiculous,” I mumbled. “You’re arresting the wrong person.”

When the older cop slipped cuffs on Charlene’s wrists, she squeaked, “Wait. You’re arresting me too?” When he began reading her rights, she whimpered, “This can’t be happening. I don’t understand.”

Eyes wide, Helen looked completely stunned as the younger cop then snapped cuffs on her as well. “This is out outrageous. We were simply trying to figure out why that man was in my yard. He was on my private property. Why are you arresting us? He was trespassing.”

“Look, lady, all I know is we got a call that three individuals were assaulting that family.” The older cop led Helen toward a squad car as he spoke. “It certainly looked that way when we arrived.”

“But… we’re the victims,” wailed Charlene. “We were being assaulted, not them!”

“Did that family call the cops on us?” Helen asked, looking bewildered.

“No,” the older cop admitted. “It was a third party who observed the ruckus.”

I scowled. “A third party?” I glanced around, but there were no people on the street. I did notice the blinds snapping closed in Gilda’s window. Surely, she hadn’t been the anonymous caller? “Whoever called you is confused about what actually happened. We didn’t assault anybody.”

One of the cops opened the back door of the squad car. “We’ll get it all sorted out down at the station.”

“There’s no need for any of this,” Helen said, her cheeks pink. “We’re not criminals.”

“Watch your head,” the older cop muttered.

“I can’t believe this. It’s so unfair.” Charlene’s lip quivered, but she looked more angry than anything.

The officer gave a long-suffering sigh. “Like I said, we’ll get it straightened out at the station. We’re trying to defuse the situation. Now, please, get in the car.”

“Fine,” snapped Charlene, and she climbed in first.

Helen got in next, and I squeezed in beside her. Fuming, we sat packed in like sardines as the two cops talked quietly at the back of the vehicle. Eventually, the younger cop got in behind the wheel, leaving the other officer to presumably deal with Rubin and Sheila.

“Why would they only arrest us?” whispered Charlene. “Why not detain the family too?”

I shook my head. “No idea. Maybe they will.”

“This makes no sense.” Helen frowned. “We were the ones assaulted.”

“Maybe because of the kid,” I said. “They’d need someone to watch him.”

Charlene scowled. “They still could have taken Rubin in. It’s not fair that we’re the only ones being arrested when we weren’t doing anything but asking questions.”

“It’s embarrassing. What must my other neighbors think?” Helen said. “This makes it look like we were the problem.”

“We were most definitely not the problem.” Charlene scowled.

I glanced at her. “By the way, what happened to going in nice and calm? You came at Sheila guns blazing from the get-go.”

Looking sheepish, Charlene said, “She just sounded so snotty when she saw us. It put my hackles up.”

“I noticed,” I murmured.

“Even if Charlene was a little overly eager, that doesn’t excuse the behavior of those two. I mean, hitting you with a broom, Kip? Good Lord.” Helen scowled.

I shifted to ease the cuffs cutting into my wrists. “There’s no question that family is a train wreck. The worst part is we didn’t get any answers about why Rubin was in Helen’s yard.”

“I beg to differ, boss. The worst part is we’re sitting in a cop car handcuffed,” grumbled Charlene.

“Well, yeah. There is that.” I grimaced. As the squad car we were in stopped at a stop sign to turn onto the main road, I noticed a silver car with tinted windows parked about five houses down from Sheila and Rubin’s home. I strained my neck to get a better look at it and saw it had Florida plates. “I think I saw that same car earlier today.”

Charlene followed my gaze. “Really?”

“Are you sure it’s the same one?” Helen asked, craning her neck. “Silver cars are a dime a dozen.”

“True,” I murmured. “But they both have Florida plates. That’s not so common.”

Charlene asked, “Where did you see it earlier?”

“In front of the Red Leash.”

“Can you read the license plate?” Charlene shifted impatiently. “I can’t move. Gosh. I’m starting to feel claustrophobic.”

“Calm down. You’re fine.” Helen’s voice was soothing.

Letting out a shaky breath, Charlene nodded. “Okay.”

I frowned as the silver car disappeared from my field of vision. “Why would that car be following me around?”

Shrugging, Helen said, “Maybe it’s not following you. Maybe it’s not the same car.”

“But they both have Florida plates.”

“True.” Helen squinted at me. “Wait just a minute. Didn’t Blair mention the person who parked in my driveway had a light blue or silver car?”

“She did,” I muttered. “Do you suppose it’s the same person?”

“It might be.” Helen frowned. “Who the heck can they be?”

“Are we almost there?” Charlene suddenly blurted in a panicked voice. “I don’t feel so good.”

The cop peered at us in his rearview mirror. “Do not throw up in my car.”

“I don’t want to,” Charlene wailed. “But I feel sick. It’s too stuffy back here.”

I glanced at her, noticing a sheen of perspiration on her unusually pale complexion. “It’s okay, Charlene. There’s plenty of air.”

She squeezed her eyes closed. “Then why does it feel like I’m suffocating?”

The cop pulled over quickly, and he climbed out of the car. He came around to the side door and opened it. “Come on, get out and get some fresh air.”

Charlene practically fell out of the car, but he grabbed her arm and steadied her. I noticed his uniform said Officer O’Brien. He looked a bit out of his depth as he fanned Charlene with his citation pad.

“Sorry,” mumbled Charlene. “I just felt like I couldn’t get enough oxygen.”

“It’s fine. Just breathe slowly,” Officer O’Brien said stiffly. Despite his gruff demeanor, he actually did look concerned about Charlene.

Helen shifted to face me and whispered, “Kip, you should tell that cop you’re Chief Dawson’s boyfriend.”

I cringed at her words. “Oh, God, no. I’m hoping Merrick doesn’t have to know about this.”

She lifted her brows in surprise. “How would that work?”

“I’m sure he doesn’t keep track of every single arrest. He couldn’t possibly.” Even as the words left my mouth, I knew I was probably dreaming. Merrick hadn’t been shy about introducing me to people. He’d taken me to several work functions over our month together as a couple. There was bound to be someone at the station who’d recognize me and tell Merrick what had happened.

“You’re dreaming, kid. You can’t hide this disaster from your boyfriend.”

“God.” I groaned. “Merrick is going to kill me.”

“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Wincing, I said through tight lips. “Yet here I sit cuffed in the back of a police car.”

“That’s not your fault,” grumbled Helen. “This whole thing is a mistake.”

“Merrick would never have approved of me getting involved in investigating anything. He’d want the cops to handle it on their own.”

“Yes, but they were stuck. They weren’t going to keep investigating.”

“Even so, my arrest will be embarrassing for Merrick. He’s going to be furious.” All my instincts had screamed not to get involved, but I’d ignored them. My concern for Helen had overridden my better judgment.

Our conversation trailed off, and after about twenty minutes, Charlene slid back into the car. Her color was better, and she gave an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry, guys. I just felt so nauseated.”

“You’re better now?” Helen asked.

Charlene nodded. “Yes. Much better. I… I needed fresh air.”

“Don’t worry about it. I mean, it’s not like we’re in a hurry to get to the police station.” I gave her a reassuring smile.

“That’s the truth,” muttered Helen.

“I thought that cop would be mean to me, but he was actually really nice,” Charlene whispered. “I think he feels sorry for us.”

“Really?” I studied the cop’s stern expression through the window. “He doesn’t look sympathetic.”

Helen nodded. “He looks like he needs a cigarette.”

I smirked. “Or a stiff drink.”

Officer O’Brien got into the front and pulled out onto the road again. He’d only gone a few miles when a cell phone in the center console rang. He put in his Bluetooth earpiece and had a short, clipped conversation with someone. During the chat, he shot me several funny looks.

“I wonder what that’s about,” I hissed.

Helen shrugged. “Probably just police business.”

“Yeah, but he keeps giving me weird looks.” I frowned.

When he made a sudden U-turn and went in the opposite direction of the police station, I exchanged a confused glance with Helen. “Is something wrong?” I called out.

He ignored me and just kept driving.

Charlene rested her head against the glass window. “I just want to go home.”

A muscle worked in Officer O’Brien’s cheek, and he flicked another one of those odd glances at us.

Eventually, he turned into the driveway of Sea Shanty Park, and he drove toward the picnic table area. While we were confused about what was happening, none of us spoke. When I saw Merrick’s car parked haphazardly across two spaces, my stomach dropped. I swore softly under my breath and tried to prepare myself for the wrath that no doubt awaited me.

“Is that Merrick’s car?” Helen squeaked.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

Officer O’Brien parked and shut the engine off. Without a word, he got out of the car and slammed the door shut. He strode toward Merrick’s car, and Merrick unfolded gracefully from the driver’s side.

“Oh, boy. Merrick looks mad,” Charlene hissed, eyes wide.

I gulped audibly.

“Well, Charlene and I will just explain to him what a misunderstanding this all is.” Helen’s words were brave, but her voice wobbled.

“Exactly.” Charlene nodded, but she too looked intimidated.

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” I said weakly, but judging by Merrick’s furious-looking body language, he wouldn’t agree.

Helen bumped my shoulder with hers. “That’s right, we did nothing wrong. Just remember that.”

As Officer O’Brien turned back toward his vehicle, Merrick stayed by his car. His arms were crossed and his expression foreboding. Angry red streaks painted his high cheekbones, and his mouth was a grim line. I felt sick looking at him, and my heart banged against my ribs.

Officer O’Brien opened the rear door. “Please exit the vehicle,” he said curtly.

Charlene got out first. “What’s going on?”

“Please turn around,” he responded, ignoring her question.

She obeyed, and he uncuffed her with a stony face.

“Next,” he rasped.

Helen got out, and he also uncuffed her. “Thanks,” she said softly, rubbing her wrists.

Officer O’Brien’s blank gaze came to rest on me. “Could you please exit the vehicle, sir?”

“Yes.” I scrambled out of the car, avoiding looking in Merrick’s direction. I could feel his anger radiating from all the way across the parking lot. I had no idea how he’d found out about our arrest since we hadn’t even reached the station yet.

Once the cuffs were off me, Officer O’Brien addressed us. “If you wouldn’t mind getting back in the vehicle? I’ve been instructed to drive you home.”

I turned to get back in the car, but Officer O’Brien said gruffly, “Not you, Mr. O’Connor. Chief Dawson will be taking you home.”

Oh, God.

I turned and met Helen’s and Charlene’s gazes. They both looked like I was being taken to the electric chair.

“Godspeed,” Charlene mumbled.

Nodding, Helen made the sign of the cross.

With my heart pounding and my legs quivering, I moved toward Merrick. I understood why he might be angry, but I also didn’t think I’d done anything wrong. All I’d done was talk to Helen’s neighbors. What was so terrible about that? I mean, yeah, the getting arrested part wasn’t great, but that also wasn’t my fault.

I stopped in front of Merrick, and he turned and moved around the car. “Get in.” He opened his door and slid in, starting the car immediately.

Sighing, I opened the passenger door and slipped into the vehicle. The soothing sounds of classical music were wasted on me as I clipped my seat belt, hands trembling. “Listen, I can explain—” I began.

“Yeah, this I gotta hear,” he growled, putting the car in drive.

I exhaled. “I know you’re angry.”

He gave a hard laugh. “Gee, you really are good at sleuthing.”

I counted to five and tried again. “We didn’t do anything wrong. It was a big misunderstanding.”

Instead of pulling out of the parking lot as expected, he parked his car again. He braked so hard, I had to put my hand out to steady myself on the dashboard. “Jesus,” I rasped.

Shifting in his seat, he glared at me. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me to have my boyfriend arrested for assault?”

I winced. “You’re not half as embarrassed as me. And, for the record, I didn’t assault anyone. I was the one who got assaulted. But your officers had no interest in listening to me. They had their minds made up the second they arrived.”

“That’s because there was an eyewitness.”

“That’s impossible because we didn’t assault anyone.”

He said in a clipped voice, “There was a 911 call, Kip.”

“Do you seriously think I assaulted those people?” My voice went up an octave. “You think Helen assaulted them? Charlene?”

His face twitched. “Well, now—”

“Oh, come on, Merrick,” I said exasperatedly.

“My officers arrived on scene and found you wrestling with the home occupants. They did what they had to do.”

“Seriously? You don’t think maybe they should have listened to us or asked a few questions before cuffing us?”

He sighed. “According to Officer Paul, you were literally in a brawl with both parties.”

“If by brawl you mean that woman was beating me over the head with a broom, then yeah, I was in a brawl with them. But she was the aggressor, as was her husband.”

“That isn’t how my officers perceived the situation.”

“Well, they need better training or maybe glasses. We weren’t the problem—that family is nuts.” I crossed my arms, sinking down in the seat. “This entire situation is ridiculous.”

“I agree,” he snapped. “The very idea that you were involved in something like this is mind-boggling.”

“It never should have escalated like that.” I scowled. “Who is this witness who called 911? I didn’t see anyone hovering.”

A muscle worked in Merrick’s cheek. “Obviously, I can’t tell you their name.”

“Did you talk to this eyewitness?”

“No.”

There was something about his tone and the way he avoided my gaze. “Why not? Did your officers talk to them?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you going to talk to them?”

He sighed and grudgingly admitted, “We’re having trouble contacting them.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? So your officers arrested the three of us because of a bogus 911 call?”

“Kip, when my guys arrived at the residence, you were indeed involved in a physical altercation with that family. It wasn’t a bogus call.”

“Of course it was,” I hissed. “The caller told you false information. We were the ones being assaulted, not the other way around.”

“It’s not always easy to tell who’s at fault. That’s why my officers decided to bring you three to the station for questioning. Officer O’Brien was handling you three, and Officer Paul stayed behind to talk to the family.”

“They didn’t have to arrest us. They could have just asked us to go down to the station to answer some questions.”

He pinched the skin between his eyes. “I agree. Officer Paul jumped the gun.”

I was glad he’d at least admitted that, but I was still riled up about the situation. “That guy grabbed me and threatened me, and his wife attacked me with a broom. They were the ones who should have been cuffed and hauled off in a police car.”

“What’s done is done.”

I laughed harshly. “Easy for you to say.”

“You think this is easy for me?” he rumbled. “I just made a fool of myself rescuing you three. I can only imagine the things that will be said about me behind my back now.”

“Well, I’m sorry about that,” I mumbled, “but I didn’t do anything wrong.”

He waved his hands impatiently. “What were you doing at that house to begin with?”

I sighed. “We were just talking to Helen’s neighbors.”

“Why?”

“We were trying to see if maybe someone had seen anyone suspicious in the days leading up to the burglaries.”

“That isn’t your place to do that. You’re not a cop. I feel like I’m forever having to tell you that.”

“You guys weren’t bothering,” I snapped, losing my patience. “Helen felt hopeless. Helpless. I wanted to help her out.”

He watched me, his eyes a stormy green. “Kip, you know better than to butt into an active investigation.”

“Active investigation?” I huffed. “I’ve seen roadkill that was more active than that investigation.”

“You’re not amusing, Kip.”

“And you’re not being fair.”

He scowled. “How so?”

“You guys had no leads. You weren’t investigating anything. You know it, and I know it. The case was dead in the water as far as PCPD was concerned.”

“That’s not necessarily true.”

“Oh, come on, Merrick. You know as well as I do no one was working Helen’s burglaries. Why are you being so territorial about something you didn’t even want to work?”

“It’s not a matter of not wanting to work Helen’s case. It’s a matter of there being no evidence to follow.”

“I disagree. I think your team could have done more.”

“It’s easy to be an armchair quarterback, Kip.”

“I wasn’t on the sidelines though—your team was.” I scowled. “For example, why didn’t your guys interview the neighbors? If they had, we wouldn’t have felt the need to do it ourselves.”

He didn’t respond; he just watched me with a guarded expression.

“By talking to Helen’s neighbors, we found out that Rubin was wandering around Helen’s backyard the day before the first burglary. Personally, I’d love to know what he was doing in her yard. I’d think the cops would too.”

“Who’s Rubin?” He scowled.

“The nutcase whose home we were arrested at. He and his wife are loony. They lost their minds simply because we wanted to know why Rubin was in Helen’s yard. Doesn’t that seem odd? I wouldn’t lose my mind if someone asked me a question about why I was wandering around in someone else’s yard.”

He let out a long, tired sigh. “The fact remains, it wasn’t your place to be questioning people.”

“It’s not illegal to talk to people. We weren’t belligerent or threatening. Your officers had no right to arrest us without any proof we were in the wrong.”

“As I said, they simply wanted to deescalate the situation and get you out of there.”

I laughed humorlessly. “And as I said, they didn’t have to cuff us and read us our rights. They treated us like criminals.”

He frowned. “I’ve already admitted they might have been a little overly zealous.”

“Yeah, but I can’t shake the feeling you think we were still somehow in the wrong.”

He pursed his lips, watching me. After a few moments, he said, “Fine. I do still think you guys were out of line. I do feel as if you got yourself into this mess by being… dumb.”

“Dumb?” I repeated, heat rising in my face.

He grimaced. “Naive is probably a better word.”

I shook my head. “If the cops did their job correctly, perhaps naive citizens like me wouldn’t feel the need to do it for them.”

“We work our tails off for this city.”

“Yes, but not on all cases. You pick and choose the ones you deem worthy.”

He narrowed his eyes. “This again? I’ve already told you we don’t do that. But some cases are higher priority. That’s just a fact.”

Gritting my teeth, I said, “They should all matter.”

“They do, but we have limited resources, Kip.”

“Whatever.”

His mouth thinned. “We’re obviously not going to agree on this.”

“Gee, what a surprise. We don’t agree on something.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled.

He sighed. “Come on, Kip. I just stuck my neck out for you, big-time. Is this how you’re going to be?”

“If you’re going to defend your officers in this situation, yeah.”

“Wow. Where’s the gratitude?”

I let out a tense breath. “Look, obviously I’m glad I’m not in jail right now.”

He grunted.

“But I didn’t do anything to deserve being arrested to begin with. Maybe you intervened because you realized arresting the three of us was a lawsuit in the making.”

He squinted at me. “You think I helped you because I was worried about a lawsuit?”

I shrugged, feeling defensive. “Maybe.”

He blinked at me, and then he shifted away to stare out the windshield. “That’s super flattering. It’s nice to know you think so highly of me.”

Guilt nudged me, but my pride was still too strong. “I don’t see why you’re getting so defensive. It’s no secret your job means the world to you.”

“Yeah, and doing what I just did could get me fired, Kip,” he growled.

“Why?” I widened my eyes.

“Because I used my authority to get my friends out of trouble. That isn’t really my job description.” He rubbed his face roughly. “If either officer decides to make a stink about this, it could bite me in the rear end.”

Uneasiness shifted through me. “Seriously?”

He gave a sharp nod.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to risk your job for me. Us. God, Merrick.”

He gave a jagged exhale. “It’s probably fine. Officer Paul and Officer O’Brien are good guys. Odds are they won’t say a word to anyone. I’m not the first person to pull rank or ask for favors. The mayor does it all the time with me. It’s just… I don’t usually do that.”

Wincing, I put my hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to come off ungrateful. I… I was just frustrated with the situation.”

“Me too.”

“I promise you we didn’t do anything wrong. We were the ones assaulted. I swear. There was absolutely no reason to arrest us.”

“I believe you.” He grimaced. “When I heard you three were in custody, I literally couldn’t believe my ears. If Officer O’Brien had already booked you at the station, this would have been a very different scenario. It would have been out of my hands. Odds are, you still would have been released, but it would have been a much longer, complicated process.”

I shuddered. “I can imagine. Thank you, Merrick.”

He gave a weak smile. “Sure. Anytime. I’m hoping this is the end of your criminal career?”

“I just need to knock over one more bank and I’m sure it’ll be out of my system.”

“You’re one of those funny crooks.”

I sighed. “If I don’t laugh, I’ll probably cry. I’m still in shock at what just happened.”

“Yeah. Me too.” He glanced over. “Are we good though?”

I met his uneasy gaze. “Well, you rescued me. How could I stay mad at you?”

“I’ve seen you do it before.”

“I can hold a grudge, it’s true. But I’m not mad. Not at you.” I gave him a feeble smile. “My pride is wounded. It’s a horrible feeling to be blamed for something you didn’t do.”

“I know.” He frowned.

“But I understand that mistakes happen. Even cops are human.”

“Gee, thanks.”

I laughed.

“Okay, so we’re back on solid ground?”

“I sure hope so.”

“Then we are.” He put the car in drive again. “Is your truck back at Helen’s?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll drive you over to pick it up.” He headed toward the main street in front of the park. “Then I need to head back to work. I left in the middle of some things. I’ll be later than usual getting to your house tonight.”

I winced. “Sorry.”

“Meh, I’ll live.”

“Whenever you get to my place is fine.” I was relieved he still wanted to come by. I really didn’t want this situation to derail our entire relationship.

“I feel bad making you wait up for me.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m sure you’d much rather be in your warm, cozy bed instead of sitting on the couch playing door monitor.”

“The alternative is you’d have to break in.” I smiled.

“True.” He cleared his throat and said in a way-too-casual voice, “Maybe we should exchange keys.”

I froze, and it took me a minute to croak, “Really?”

He wants a key to my house?

“Sure. Why not?” His voice was self-conscious. “You know, that way, you wouldn’t have to wait up for me. I could just let myself in on nights when I work late.”

“I… I see.”

I wasn’t sure what to think of his suggestion. After only a month of dating, were we ready for the exchange keys stage? We hadn’t even said we loved each other yet. I’d never given anyone I dated a key to my house before. Did he do that with everyone he dated? Or was this a sign that I was special? He obviously wasn’t planning on going back to Peter if he wanted a key to my house. Unless he still had a key to Peter’s house burning a hole in his pocket.

“I don’t mind waiting up for you,” I said, stalling.

His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the wheel. “Oh, uh, sure. It was just a suggestion. It’s no biggie if you don’t want to.”

I hesitated. “It’s not that I don’t want to. You just caught me by surprise.”

“Okay.” He gave a curt laugh.

“I don’t have a spare key. I’d have to have one made.”

He grimaced. “Never mind. It was just an idea. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“I’m not freaked-out.”

Okay, I’m kind of freaked-out.

He sighed. “Maybe I’m rushing things. Just forget I said anything.”

I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved he now wanted to forget exchanging keys or disappointed. My emotions seemed to be a mixture of both. While I was afraid of getting hurt, I wanted to be closer to Merrick. Exchanging keys was a symbolic gesture of trust. Did I trust Merrick yet? I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. If I rejected his suggestion, would he see that as a rejection of him?

“I’ll have a spare key made,” I said softly.

“You don’t have to, Kip. I only suggested it because you sometimes have to wait up until 1:00 a.m. just to let me in. But maybe you’re not ready for that yet. It’s okay. I can wait until you are.”

His words soothed me and took the pressure off. “No, I want to.”

“You sure?” he asked, shooting me a quick, searching look.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I smiled. “You risked a lot for me today. Surely that gesture from you deserves one on my part as well.”

“I don’t want obligation to be your reason.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I shrugged. “I’ve never given anyone a key to my place. That’s why I hesitated.”

“Oh.”

“You’re always the one saying how you feel about me. I’m not great about verbalizing that stuff. Hopefully, giving you a key to my home will show you… just how much you mean to me, Merrick. Even if I don’t say it very often.”

He let out a shaky breath. “That’s awfully nice to hear, Kip.”

When he reached out his hand, I took it. The warmth of his skin comforted me as our fingers tangled. Despite the earlier friction and insanity of the day, Merrick and I were back on track. We were okay.

And that somehow made everything okay.

Chapter Ten

Merrick parked in front of Helen’s home, and I turned to Merrick as he leaned in to kiss me goodbye. Our lips touched, and my insides clenched with excitement. Merrick had the fullest, most perfect lips. Even when we’d been enemies, I’d always admired his sensual mouth.

He suddenly broke the kiss and rasped, “Fire.”

I was still in a haze of pleasure from the kiss, and I muttered, “Mmm. Yes. That was hot.”

He grabbed the door handle. “No, I mean, fire!” He jumped out of the car and raced toward Gilda’s home, phone to his ear.

Blinking in confusion, I opened my door. As I exited the car, I noticed orange flames licking along the eves of Gilda’s home. “Oh, my God.” I ran toward her house and began searching the front yard for a hose and spigot.

Merrick was already at the front door, banging hard. “Is anybody home? Open the door. Your house is on fire,” he shouted.

I finally managed to find the hose buried in the hydrangeas at the front of the porch. I turned it on full blast and sprayed it toward the roof. Unfortunately, the flames were growing huge by the second. The weak stream of water was as useful as spitting on a forest fire. I was shocked at the intense heat already radiating from the structure and concerned for Merrick. He seemed determined to get inside the home.

“Don’t you dare go in that house,” I yelled. “You don’t even know if she’s home.”

I heard sirens in the distance and prayed they were the fire department heading our way.

Panic rolled through me when Merrick started kicking at the front door, his foot thudding loudly against the wood. He was coughing and holding up one arm to shield himself from the heat.

“What are you doing?” I bellowed. “You can’t run inside a burning house. For God’s sake, Merrick.” I dropped the hose and started toward him. “Don’t you dare go in there. You’ll permanently scar your lungs.”

A big red engine parked in the middle of the street, the siren still blaring. Thankfully, Merrick stopped trying to kick in the door when they arrived. He came down off the porch, face flushed and breathing jaggedly. I grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him toward the street.

Two firemen ran past us. They stopped in front of the porch and knelt to put on their breathing gear. That took them less than a minute, and they rushed up onto the porch. One of them smashed the front windows with an axe, and black smoke billowed out of the broken window. The other used a Halligan to pry open the door. Yet another guy stormed up the stairs dragging a thick yellow hose. Once the doorjamb gave way, the three of them moved cautiously into the home.

Coughing, Merrick bent over. I rubbed his back, frustrated that he hadn’t listened to me. I turned to watch the firemen work, feeling flustered. Helen and Charlene came running across the lawn, eyes wide.

“What happened?” Helen cried, staring in horror at Gilda’s house.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

Still wheezing slightly, Merrick straightened, running a hand through his thick black hair. “If someone is inside that house, they’re dead,” he rasped. “The heat was off the charts even outside the home.”

“Yet you were going to go in,” I grumbled, scowling.

He didn’t respond, but he did look sheepish.

“Do you think Gilda was home?” Charlene grimaced.

Helen looked ill. “She keeps her car in her garage. I can’t tell.”

The flames were shooting through the roof now, the smoke still black. I was concerned for Helen’s home. The houses on her street were fairly close together. It wouldn’t take much for the fire to spread to her home and others.

Two more engines arrived, and more firemen piled out to help fight the flames. Within minutes, they had additional lines running to the home and men on the roof venting the structure. I was relieved when firefighters were also stationed with hoses to protect the nearby homes. Most of the neighbors were out on the sidewalk now, watching in horror. I found it odd that Sheila and Rubin were nowhere to be seen.

Elwood came walking swiftly up the sidewalk, and obvious relief painted his face when he saw Helen. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Her smile was strained. “I’m fine. I’m worried about Gilda.”

“Good Lord.” He gaped at Gilda’s home. “That’s an inferno.”

“What could have started it?” Charlene said.

Merrick’s expression was grim. “I suspect that’s no ordinary fire.”

“Meaning what?” I frowned.

“My guess is an accelerant was used. The fire captain will know better than me.” He glanced around and zeroed in on an older man near the first engine. “I’m gonna go talk to him.” He strode off without another word.

Charlene frowned. “Is Merrick implying this was arson?”

“Sounded like he was doing more than implying that.” Elwood flinched when something inside the home made popping noises.

“You two must have arrived home not long before the fire started. Did you see Gilda before that?” I asked.

Helen shook her head. “We didn’t see anyone. The street was quiet.”

“After Officer O’Brien dropped us off—” Charlene stopped talking abruptly and glanced guiltily in Elwood’s direction. Fortunately, he was distracted talking to another neighbor. “After we got back here, Helen wanted to look around inside her house just to be sure nothing had been disturbed in her absence.”

“I don’t fully trust my alarm system yet,” Helen admitted.

“We were just about to head back over to my house for the night.” Charlene shuddered. “Then we heard the sirens.”

“I really hope Gilda wasn’t home,” Helen mumbled, staring at the engulfed structure.

“Me too,” I agreed.

The sun was setting behind the trees, and the flames looked even brighter against the darkening sky. The fire inside the home had spread so quickly I suspected Merrick was right about the fire possibly being arson. Even with three engines on scene, the home was basically a lost cause.

Merrick returned to us, looking somber. “They definitely suspect arson. He said the fire is burning way too fast and hot.”

I frowned. “But who would want to burn Gilda’s home down?”

Helen said, “She was a busybody, but nothing worth that level of violence.”

Charlene sighed. “Maybe it wasn’t arson. Maybe Gilda started the fire accidentally. Maybe she was cooking and she had a grease fire.”

“Then where is she?” Helen frowned. “Wouldn’t she be out front with us?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“That’s no grease fire,” Merrick said. “I caught a whiff of gasoline or something similar.”

Shivering, Charlene said, “Gilda isn’t the sort to torch her own home for insurance money, right?”

Helen frowned. “Heavens no. Gilda loves that house. That pushy Realtor Harvey Greenback wanted her to sell, and she flat out refused. Even though he offered her over the market value.”

Elwood nodded. “Even I know she loves that house. No way she’d burn it down.”

I frowned. “Rumor has it Harvey went bankrupt in LA. How is he paying homeowners above-market prices?”

“Remember Patrick told us he charges higher rents than normal,” Helen said. “That means more money in his pocket every month. If he has enough rental properties, that would be a nice little income rolling in every month.”

“Yeah, but with a bankruptcy on his credit record, how did he even buy the homes?” I frowned.

Helen sighed. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“I guess,” I murmured.

A couple of hours dragged by as we watched the firemen work. Eventually, their job switched from active firefighting to cleanup. Once that happened, most neighbors went inside, knowing their homes were safe. Although, a few looky-loos lingered.

“I should get back to my office,” Merrick said, rubbing the back of his neck. He had lines beneath his eyes, and he looked beat.

Helen gave Merrick a sympathetic look. “You can’t just go home for the evening?”

“No. I left too many things half-done this afternoon.”

Seeing as he’d left those things undone because of us, guilt rippled through her eyes. “Oh.” Helen laughed awkwardly. “That’s right. I… I never had a chance to thank you for intervening, Merrick… so… thank you.”

“No problem.”

That’s not how I remember it.

Charlene grimaced. “Yeah, thank you, Merrick. I was terrified.”

He nodded. “You’re welcome.”

An awkward silence fell, so I said brightly, “I need to go grab Spot. I left him at the shop earlier.”

Charlene said, “He’s probably wondering where the heck you are.”

“I’ll feed him and take him for a walk. He’ll forgive me,” I said.

Charlene addressed Helen, “We should probably go too. It’s not like we can do anything to help.”

Helen sighed. “I feel awful leaving until I know whether Gilda is okay or not.”

“It’s probably not a good sign that she hasn’t come home,” Charlene mumbled.

“Yeah.” I gritted my teeth.

“It’s possible she’s shopping or something,” Helen said, looking hopeful.

“Nothing wrong with thinking positive.” Merrick had barely finished speaking when a flurry of activity near the smoldering structure caught our attention.

My stomach sank when the fire captain strode toward us, his expression grim. He headed straight for Merrick, and they met a few feet from us. They spoke in hushed tones, heads close. I knew something bad had happened simply from their stiff body language.

“Oh, no,” Helen said quietly, watching the two men. “What do you think they’re talking about?”

“Not sure.” I didn’t want to admit what I feared they were talking about. But the fact that Gilda hadn’t made an appearance at any point during the fire didn’t bode well. She’d probably been home when the fire started, and no one inside that home could have survived.

When Merrick and the fire captain finally broke apart, Merrick returned to our little group with a pinched face. He stopped in from of us, eyes emotionless. He sucked in a big breath and said gruffly, “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

“Oh, God,” Helen whimpered, covering her cheeks with her hands.

Elwood moved closer to her. “It’s okay.”

It was a nice gesture, but judging from Merrick’s bleak face, it was very, very not okay.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Unfortunately,” Merrick said in a gravelly voice, “a body has been found inside the structure.”

“No,” Helen wailed.

I wasn’t really surprised, but I was sickened by the news. I’d hoped against hope that maybe Gilda was simply gone for the day. “Can they be sure it’s Gilda?”

Merrick grimaced. “We won’t know for sure until they do an autopsy, but odds are it’s Gilda. The body was found on the bed in the master.”

“I can’t believe this.” Helen turned to Elwood. “It feels like a nightmare.”

He put his arm around Helen, looking dejected. “Such a shocking thing to happen. I just saw her earlier this afternoon. She invited me in for coffee, and we had a nice little chat about her favorite TV shows.”

“You saw her today?” Helen asked, wiping her eyes.

Elwood dropped his gaze to the ground. “Oh, just for about an hour or so. Like I said, she wanted to have coffee, and since I had some free time, I figured why not?”

“Of course.” Helen nodded. “Why not?”

I frowned at what that might mean. Had Elwood been the last person to see Gilda alive? I met Merrick’s gaze, but his expression was impassive. He was in cop mode now, and that made him impossible to read.

Charlene hugged herself. “I can’t believe this is happening. This day is simply the worst day ever.”

“Agreed,” Helen murmured.

Merrick said brusquely, “You guys should all go home. There’s nothing anyone can do here.”

“Are you staying now?” I asked. “I thought you were leaving.”

“I’ll stay until my detectives arrive.”

“Your detectives are on the way?” I frowned.

“Yes.”

“Because the fire is suspicious?”

“We can talk about it later,” he said gruffly.

I frowned. “You wouldn’t have your detectives coming if you didn’t really believe something illegal happened, right?”

He gave me an impatient look. “Kip, we can talk later.”

I lowered my voice. “Do you suspect Gilda was… murdered?”

His sigh was long-suffering. “There’s no way of knowing something like that yet. We don’t even know for sure if the victim is Gilda or how the person inside that home died.”

I glanced at the smoldering home. “Isn’t it obvious how they died?”

“I’m not in the habit of jumping to conclusions. We’ll let the ME determine cause of death.” His expression was closed off.

“Okay.”

“Like I said, you should all go home,” Merrick said. “Let the police and the fire department handle this.”

“I guess.”

“Merrick is right. We can’t do anything to help.” Charlene addressed Helen. “Let’s go to my place. You look beat, Helen.”

“I am beat. This day has been a complete disaster.”

Elwood rubbed Helen’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. This entire week has been stressful for you.”

“I just want things to go back to normal.” Helen stared wide-eyed at Gilda’s home. “It doesn’t feel like it ever will.”

Charlene gave Helen an empathetic look. “Come on. When we get to my place, I’ll make you a nice hot cup of chamomile tea to help you sleep.”

“Sleep?” Helen frowned. “I’m too keyed up for sleep.”

“Well, I still think it’s best to get away from here. The smoke is toxic. It’s making me feel sick,” Charlene said.

“Yes. Me too.” Helen nodded, looking dazed. “I left my purse in the garage. I’ll just go grab it.”

Charlene frowned. “You left your purse in the garage?”

“I have a spare fridge out there. I went out to get my oat creamer to take to your house. My stomach is so sensitive lately.”

“I’d have brought some oat creamer for you if I’d known.”

“Oh, I know that. I just figured since I have some, why not grab it?” Helen grimaced. “But when I smelled the smoke and heard the fire engines, I ran out of the house and left my purse in the garage.”

“I can go get it for you,” I offered.

She waved me off. “No. I’ll just be a minute.”

“You sure?”

“Of course.” She strode off across the lawn, looking determined.

Once Helen was out of earshot, Charlene said, “I’m going to convince her to stay with me a few more days. I don’t feel right about her being alone. Besides, too many weird things are happening on this street.”

“Good idea.” Elwood nodded.

“Yes, I’ll feel better knowing she’s with you.” I shifted restlessly. “Tell Helen I’ll see her at work tomorrow. I really need to go get Spot. I’m feeling very guilty.”

“I’ll tell her. See you tomorrow, boss.” A smile fluttered across Charlene’s face.

Merrick met my gaze. “I’ll walk with you to your truck.”

“Great.” I assumed he was going to tell me he wasn’t coming over after all. I stuffed down my disappointment. He couldn’t help it if his job was so all-consuming.

When we reached my truck, Merrick kissed me. I slipped my arms around his narrow waist, letting out a tired sigh. I held him for a bit, soaking up his strength. After such a traumatic day, it felt good to be in his arms.

I said, “Call me tomorrow, okay?”

He frowned. “I still plan on coming to your house tonight.”

“You do?” I raised my brows.

“Is that a bad idea?”

“No. Not at all. I just assumed you’d be too busy.”

He shrugged. “Once my guys get here, it’ll be in their hands. I’ll head to my office and finish up anything that’s urgent. Then I’ll go to your place. I think we need a little alone time, don’t you?”

“I’ll say.” I smiled but felt guilty immediately. It seemed wrong to be happy when someone had died tonight. “This has been a very bizarre day.”

“Yes.”

I fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. “In case I haven’t actually said it yet, thank you for today. Thank you for stepping in and helping us. Me.”

A gentle smile touched his lips. “I’ve told you before, I’ll always have your back.”

“I’m starting to believe you.”

He sighed. “Starting, Kip?”

Grimacing, I said, “I do believe you. How could I not? Every time I’m in trouble, you’re there. I’m beginning to think you’ve secretly tagged me, like a wild bear.”

He grinned. “That’s not a half-bad idea.”

I laughed and pulled away, digging my keys from my pocket. “See ya later, Chief Dawson.”

He gave me a cursory salute. “Tootles, fair citizen.”

I jumped when a woman’s scream split the night, and Helen came running out her front door, eyes wide.

“There’s a man in my garage,” she cried.

“What?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right.

She reached Merrick and me, puffing like a choo-choo train. “There’s a man. In my garage,” she panted, pressing her chest. “I thought I was seeing things at first. But he was standing in the shadows holding a sl… sl… sledgehammer.”

“A sledgehammer?” I repeated in confusion.

“Stay here.” Merrick started for the house.

“Wait.” I tried to grab his arm, but he was long gone. “Merrick,” I growled, sprinting after him. Why did he always have to be the first one through the door? He was going to give me a stroke. “Merrick, damn it, be careful,” I yelled. “He has a sledgehammer.”

When we got inside the front door, Merrick headed toward the kitchen. He probably assumed Helen’s garage door led off the kitchen like a lot of homes in the area, but hers was off the laundry room, not the kitchen.

“This way, Merrick,” I called out. “The garage is this way.”

Because Merrick had taken a wrong turn, I reached the garage door first. I didn’t really relish the idea of running into the garage alone to face a man with a sledgehammer. But I also didn’t want the guy to escape because I was a chicken. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door and peered inside. In her haste, Helen had left the overhead light on, and the fridge door was wide open. Since the overhead light consisted of one dim bulb, visibility wasn’t great. I scanned the dark corners of the garage, heart pounding.

Merrick came up behind me, and he slipped past me into the garage. “Who’s in here?” he growled. His wary gaze darted around the space. “I’m a police officer. I’m ordering you to come out with your hands up.”

Silence.

The door at the back of the garage that led to the backyard was open. “He might have gone outside.” I pointed toward the door that was ajar. The door squeaked as the breeze pushed it almost closed.

Merrick did a quick scan of the inside area and then headed toward the outer door. He slipped outside, and my stomach churned. I had no idea if the perp was still inside the garage with me. Merrick’s search had been extremely cursory. The hairs on the back of my neck stiffened as I moved slowly through the space. I peered around boxes and under furniture. I didn’t see anyone lurking, but I jumped at every creak of the room.

Merrick returned, looking frustrated. He held a sledgehammer, and with a grunt, he set it on a workbench near the fridge. “He dropped this outside.”

“Did you get a look at him?”

He shook his head. “No. He was long gone.”

I pushed a shaky hand through my hair. “What do you suppose he was doing in here?”

“No idea. Apparently, something he needed a sledgehammer for.” Merrick eyed the big solid tool. “This thing must weigh twenty pounds.”

“It looks like an antique.” The wooden handle was worn and the big head rusted. “Is a sledgehammer usually the tool of choice for a burglar?”

“Not generally.”

“How did he get in here without us seeing him?”

“I’m sure he came in through the back. It’s like a zoo out there. Wouldn’t be hard to go unnoticed.”

I frowned. “With a sledgehammer?”

“Half the firefighters are carrying axes and Halligans. He wouldn’t stand out.” He stared at the hefty tool. “I’ll take this in for prints. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”

“You don’t think he wore gloves?”

“No idea.” He grabbed a rag that hung on a hook over the workbench. He used that cloth to pick up the sledgehammer. Grunting, he carried the tool out the back door.

With one last look around the garage, I closed the fridge door and followed him outside.

“Do you think sledgehammer guy is connected to the other burglaries?” I asked Merrick once we were outside.

“It’s a good possibility.”

“Do you think he started the fire to distract everyone while he broke into Helen’s house?”

Merrick grimaced. “I’d rather not speculate.”

“What in the heck could be so fascinating about Helen’s home?” I muttered.

Helen approached, looking demoralized. “He got away?”

“Sorry.” Merrick frowned. “He was gone when we got there.”

Charlene and Elwood joined us.

“Helen said she’s never seen the guy,” Charlene said.

Merrick glanced sharply at Helen. “You saw his face?”

She nodded. “I did.”

“He was burgling your home without a mask?” I met Merrick’s gaze. “He sounds like an amateur, right?”

“Probably. Which is why I’m hoping we’ll get some prints.” Merrick addressed Helen, shifting the heavy sledgehammer in his arms. “Could you describe the guy?” As he spoke, he continued walking toward his car.

“Well, he was muscular, bald, and he had piercing eyes.” Helen shivered. “He looked as shocked to see me as I was to see him.”

“Do you think you’d recognize him if you saw a picture of him?” Merrick asked, stopping at the rear of his car.

Helen nodded. “I believe so.”

Merrick rasped, “Kip, can you unlock the trunk. Keys are in my inside coat pocket.”

I slipped my fingers into his pocket and retrieved the keys. Once the trunk was unlocked, I lifted the lid for him.

“Could you spread that plastic sheet in the corner so I can set the sledgehammer on it?” he asked, sounding breathless.

“Yep.” I did as asked, and he set the heavy tool down with a thud.

He straightened. “Would you mind coming to the station tomorrow, Helen? To go through some mug shots of known burglary suspects in the city?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“Did the guy threaten you?” I asked. “When you saw him.”

Helen grimaced. “He didn’t say a word to me.”

“No?” I frowned.

“When I went out to the garage, I felt like someone was watching me.” She gulped. “I assumed it was my imagination, but when I turned, the guy was hiding in the far corner of the garage. He looked like a vampire. We locked eyes, I let out a shriek, and I bolted.”

Charlene nodded approvingly. “If Helen can ID the guy, we might finally get to arrest someone.”

Merrick narrowed his eyes. “We?”

Charlene grimaced. “I mean you. The police.”

“Good, because you guys need to stay out of this investigation.” Merrick’s tone was stern. “We’ll take it from here.”

“Since you guys have some traction on this case now, are you going to ask Rubin why he was in Helen’s backyard?” I asked.

Frowning, Merrick said, “Not sure we need to. It obviously wasn’t Rubin who Helen saw in her garage just now.”

“No,” murmured Helen. “It definitely wasn’t Rubin.”

“Maybe they’re in cahoots.” Charlene brightened. “A possible connection should be investigated.”

“Charlene,” rumbled Merrick. “Don’t you even think about questioning Rubin again.”

She looked guilty. “Of course not.”

I shrugged. “If the cops are energized now, we’re more than happy to back off.”

“Right.” Charlene nodded. “It was our hope all along that the cops would investigate.”

“Exactly,” Helen said agreeably.

Merrick looked skeptical. “I hope so. I only have so many get-out-of-jail-free cards.”

I winced.

“My detectives should be here any minute. I’ll just say goodbye to the fire captain, and then I’ll take the sledgehammer to evidence.” Merrick turned to me. “I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Okay.”

He patted my shoulder and headed toward Gilda’s burned home.

Charlene watched Merrick walking away. “When Merrick took you home today, was he mad at you, Kip?”

“Oh, yeah. He was furious.”

Charlene and Helen laughed nervously.

I sighed. “The three amigos can now retire and let the cops handle things from here on out.”

“You mean you were serious about not still investigating?” Charlene pouted.

“Absolutely,” I rasped. “Didn’t you hear Merrick? He’s dead serious about us keeping out of the case.”

“Boo. I was having fun.” Charlene scowled.

“Yeah?” I winced. “Well, Merrick was ready to strangle me earlier, so I’m out.”

Helen sighed. “Me too. I’m still in shock from being handcuffed. I just want to put this whole day behind me. Let the professionals handle the crazy people.”

“Amen.” I nodded.

Charlene rolled her eyes. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, you two are no fun at all.”

Chapter Eleven

Thomas refilled my wineglass and set the bottle on the coffee table. He then reclined on the couch, sipping his cabernet. I studied him, wondering why he’d invited me over tonight. Not that I minded hanging out with him, but he usually tried to drag me to a bar. Sipping wine at home wasn’t generally his style.

“So, to what do I owe this honor?” I asked, rubbing Spot’s silky ear.

“What do you mean?”

I held up my wine, looking at the reflective light through the burgundy liquid. “Wine and cheese? You’re more of a beer and wings guy.”

He shrugged. “I like wine. Besides, we haven’t hung out in ages.”

“True.”

“Is there something wrong with wanting some bro time?”

“No.”

“By the way, Mom is whining you haven’t been by. See that you visit her. I’m tired of hearing about you.” He grinned and sipped his wine again.

I groaned. “I literally had coffee with her Sunday. I swear, she’d be in heaven if we still lived at home.”

“You’re not wrong.” He chortled. “I, of course, would have to kill myself.”

“Same. I mean, I love her and all, but the nagging. It’s a bit much. I’m finally in a relationship with Merrick, as she and June wanted. I swear, she nags me just as much. Maybe even more.”

He grinned, but then his smile faded. “How are things going with Merrick?”

“Fine. Why?”

He hesitated. “Oh, nothing.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You sound weird. Like you’re hiding something.”

“Do I?” He avoided my gaze.

I laughed. “Thomas, what’s going on?”

He didn’t respond immediately, and then he said, “I have a confession to make.”

“Okay.” His serious expression was making me uneasy.

“I’ve been trying to help Merrick.”

I frowned. “With what?”

“You.”

I laughed because I thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t. “Uh, why?”

“He asked for my advice. He can’t figure you out, and he’s terrified he’ll blow it.”

“Merrick must have more important things to worry about than me.”

“Oh, baby brother, I beg to differ.”

“Why would he think you could help?” While my relationship was much better with my brother than when we’d been kids, he definitely wasn’t my go-to confidant. “It’s not like you know my innermost thoughts and feelings.”

“Sure I do.”

I laughed. “No. You don’t. Not even close.”

He sighed. “You’re very hurtful to your big brother.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you telling me about this now?”

“Because while trying to guide him where you’re concerned, I may have given him some bad advice.” He reached for a slice of cheddar from the cheese board on the table. He popped it in his mouth, and as he chewed, he watched me. He swallowed and said, “I need to clear up a few things.”

“Clear away.”

“I don’t necessarily think my advice to Merrick was wrong, mind you. But it seems you found out anyway, and so that’s where the problem lies.”

“It sure would be swell if you’d let me know what you’re talking about.”

He gave a sheepish grimace. “Oh, yeah. Well, I’m the one who told him not to mention Peter was back in his social circle.”

Surprise rolled through me. “What?”

He winced. “When Peter popped up in his life again, Merrick wanted to tell you, but I said it probably wasn’t a good idea.”

Annoyance nudged me. “Why would you tell him that? That’s horrible advice.”

He shrugged. “I know you’re kind of jealous of Peter.”

My face warmed. “I’m not jealous of Peter.” I set my wine down, feeling jittery. “Are you seriously telling me you coached Merrick to lie to me?”

“He asked me my opinion, and I told him how I felt. I had to be honest with him. He’s my best friend.”

Trying to control my irritation, I said through gritted teeth, “Thomas, the only part that bothered me about the whole Peter situation was that Merrick wasn’t telling me.”

He widened his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yes,” I snapped.

“I thought you’d be super upset and jealous if you knew he was anywhere near Peter.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh.” He looked bewildered.

“See,” I sputtered. “You know nothing about me.”

He squinted at me. “You’re honestly telling me that knowing Peter is having lunches and late-night meetings with Merrick doesn’t bother you in the least?”

“They’re with a group of people. They’re not meeting in a hotel room. Besides, I trust Merrick wouldn’t cheat on me.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” I said in an exasperated voice. “He’s not like that.”

“Well, Merrick says that you started acting weird when Peter let the cat out of the bag the other day.”

“Yes, it bugged me that Merrick had hidden that Peter would be at the meeting. He’d already omitted seeing Peter once. I was mad he’d done it again.”

“You knew they’d seen each other already?”

“Yes. I saw them at that first lunch together.”

“Then why didn’t you start acting weird after that first time?”

I sighed. “I was hoping maybe Merrick had simply forgotten to tell me he’d had lunch with Peter. But when Peter slipped up and admitted he’d be at the next meeting too, then I knew Merrick had intentionally kept his meetings with Peter quiet. That was what bugged me.”

“I see.”

“Why hide something that isn’t wrong?”

“True.” He nodded.

“People usually hide things if they’re guilty. Otherwise, why not just be honest?”

“I’d do it to avoid conflict, of course.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Seriously? You think lying is better than being honest with your partner?”

“If it avoids a fight, sure.” He lifted one shoulder.

“Your take on relationships is worse than I thought.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe Merrick went to you for advice.”

He huffed. “What’s so wrong with me?”

“You’re single for a reason. None of your ex-girlfriends even talk to you. I can’t remember the last time you had a healthy relationship.”

He frowned. “You don’t need to be mean.”

“I’m just saying you aren’t the guy to give love advice. Telling Merrick to lie to me was a huge mistake. You actually created a problem where one didn’t exist.”

“I just knew you really hated it when he was with Peter.”

“Well, yeah, I was jealous then. I felt like I’d blown my chance with Merrick. I’m not jealous now. Merrick is mine.” As annoyed as I was with my brother, there was also a sense of relief. Merrick hadn’t been honest with me because Thomas had told him not to be. He hadn’t wanted to lie to me.

“Yeah, he is a hundred percent yours.” He looked annoyed. “He’s no fun to go out to bars with anymore. He won’t even look at other guys. He was my fun-loving wingman my whole life, and now he’s so… mature.”

I laughed. “Good.”

“I don’t care for the new Merrick. You ruined him.” He grinned and chugged his wine.

I shook my head. “Well, I’m happy to hear Merrick didn’t want to lie to me. You’re the one who led him astray. He had good instincts.”

“Not counting asking me for advice.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, that wasn’t great.”

Thomas rubbed his stubbled jaw. “Merrick said he hates secrets.” Thomas looked mystified. “I don’t get why.”

“That’s why I found his omission of meeting up with Peter so bewildering. He hates secrets, yet he was keeping a huge one.” I sighed. “But at least now I know why.”

Thomas stuffed a stack of cheese and crackers into his mouth. Once he’d swallowed, he said, “You should have a serious talk with Merrick.”

“I should?”

“Yep. He needs it.” Thomas drained his glass, sucking at it to get every drop.

I frowned. “Why don’t you just get more wine instead of slurping like a toddler?”

He laughed and helped himself to more cheese and crackers.

“Why do you say I need a serious talk with Merrick?” I nudged.

“Because he’s been freaking out about the fact you haven’t called him out yet.” He snorted a laugh. “When Peter let it slip about the last meeting, Merrick expected you to confront him. It’s making him uneasy that you haven’t said a word.”

“I decided to let it go.”

“Why?” He laughed. “That’s not like you.”

“I’m trying to be more forgiving. Less judgmental.”

Thomas scrunched his face. “Really? Why?”

“Because as much as Merrick doesn’t want to blow it, neither do I. If we get in some big stupid fight, we might break up. Pride is a weird thing, and I don’t want to lose Merrick because I’m too busy saving face during an argument.”

He widened his eyes. “Is my baby brother growing up?”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if my big brother grew up too?”

“Well, that’s never going to happen.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I wish I didn’t believe you.”

He chuckled and put his feet up on the arm of the couch. “Hey, this wine and cheese thing isn’t so bad. I think I’m becoming sophisticated.”

I glanced pointedly at his feet on the couch. “Yeah, Miss Manners would be super impressed with your couth.”

He examined his glass. “I’m empty.”

“In more ways than one, brother.”

“Shut up.” He poured more wine and returned to his reclining position. “That was horrible news about poor Gilda Bumpworthy.”

I shuddered. “Horrid.”

“My captain says it was definitely arson.”

“That was obvious that night. The house burned so hot, even standing out on the street, the heat was uncomfortable.”

“I’m glad I had the night off. My station got called to that fire to assist.”

“I’m glad too. It was scary.”

He hesitated. “Why would anyone want to bump off Gilda?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you read the newspaper this morning?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t had time.”

“Seriously? Then you don’t know the latest news.” He sat up.

“Have there been developments?”

“I’ll say. The ME report said Gilda was strangled. There was no smoke in her lungs, which means she was dead before the fire even started.”

I bugged my eyes. “What?”

“That’s what the paper said.”

I felt sick as I held his gaze. “But… that’s horrendously awful.”

“I know, right? What kind of sicko strangles a sixty-year-old granny?”

Shock rattled through me, and I leaned back in my chair. “Why would anyone kill her? She was annoying, but for goodness’ sake. She was actually… strangled to death?”

“Yep.”

“My God.” I felt a little sick at the news.

“The cops think because Helen was burgled, perhaps that’s what happened to Gilda. They suspect Gilda walked in on the burglary and was killed to hush her up.”

“That’s awful.” I shuddered to think what could have happened to Helen if she’d been home either time she was burgled.

“The police got a break though. The paper said the cops found prints on the back door of Gilda’s home.”

“Seriously? Well, that’s good, at least. Maybe they’ll get the guy.”

“Definitely, they will. Merrick says they’re hoping to make an arrest any day now.”

I frowned. “Merrick told you that?” Merrick knew how worried I was about Helen; why hadn’t he mentioned they were about to make an arrest?

“Yeah.”

“It’s weird he told you and not me.”

He held up his crossed fingers. “We’re like this, bro.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not closer to Merrick than me. Are you insane? I’m his boyfriend.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but I’ve known him longer. Maybe one day you’ll be as tight as me and Merrick.”

“Seriously?” I tossed a throw pillow at his head. “God, you’re annoying.”

He guffawed, easily catching the pillow, but then he scowled. “Hey, you almost made me spill my delicious wine.”

Spot jumped up when I threw the pillow, and he circled the coffee table, looking like he was trying to decide if it was playtime or if he should go lie down again.

“It’s okay, Spot.” I smiled at the dog. “I’m just training Thomas.”

He wagged his tail and then eyed the cheese on the coffee table.

“No. Leave it. Go lie down.”

Giving one last look at the food, he came over to lie obediently near my feet.

“Do you beat Spot? Is that why he obeys so well?” Thomas asked.

I laughed. “No.”

“Then why does he pay attention to you?”

I frowned. “He won’t love me if I beat him.”

Thomas giggled. “Sounds like the name of your boring sex tape.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re literally an idiot when you’re drunk.”

He scowled. “I’m not an idiot. I’m childish. It’s different.”

“Sure it is.” When my cell rang, I tugged my phone out and recognized the number. “It’s Helen.”

“Tell her to come have some wine and cheese.”

I nodded and answered, “Hello, Helen, my love. Thomas wants you to come over and have some wine and cheese with us.”

There was a confused silence, and then Helen blurted, “Kip, they arrested him.”

I sat up, not sure who she was talking about, but the level of distress in her voice made it clear it was someone important to her. “Who?”

“Elwood,” she wailed. “The police came to his house and marched him out in handcuffs. I saw the whole thing.”

“Elwood?” I squawked, getting to my feet. “Why in the world would they arrest Elwood?”

Thomas watched me alertly, and Spot fed off my agitation and started barking.

I shushed the dog and repeated my question. “Helen, why would the cops take Elwood into custody?”

“I don’t know,” she said, voice shaking. “I’m going to the station now. Charlene is with me.”

“You’re going to the station?”

“I feel like I should.”

“Well, do you want me to join you for moral support?”

She sighed. “That would be great. I’m kind of freaking out here.”

“I’ll be right there.” I grimaced at my wineglass. “Ugh, I’ve been drinking, so I’ll call an Uber.”

“No, we’ll pick you up.”

“You sure? I’m at Thomas’ house,” I said quickly.

“We’ll be there in five minutes.” She hung up.

I tucked my cell away and met Thomas’ curious gaze.

“Who’s Elwood?” he asked.

I sighed. “He’s a guy Helen has been seeing. I mean, I guess they’re just friends, but she likes him a lot.” I was still dazed from her phone call. “He’s the nicest guy. I can’t understand why the cops would arrest him.”

“Hey, they arrested you.”

“That was a mistake. A misunderstanding.”

“Maybe this is too.”

“Perhaps.” I moved to the door. “I’m sorry to just take off.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to you abandoning me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll be back later to grab my truck.”

“Okay.”

“Do you mind if I leave Spot here?” I glanced down at the dog, who stood near me, wagging his tail. “I can’t take him into the police station.”

“Leave him. I love Spot.” Thomas patted his leg. “Come here, boy. Want some cheese? I’m nice, unlike Kip.”

Spot bounced over to Thomas and ate the piece of cheese he offered.

“Don’t feed him too much of that. He might have… issues.”

“Okay.” Thomas patted Spot’s head.

I opened the front door and spied Charlene’s car pulling up. “I’ll see you later, Thomas.”

“Later.” He was busy petting Spot and barely looked up.

I hurried down the sloping lawn to the car parked next to the sidewalk. I opened the back door and slid in. “Tell me what happened.”

Helen turned to look at me, appearing frazzled. “We have no idea what actually happened. I… I just know Elwood has been arrested. I was in my front yard, watering the roses, and I saw two police cars park in Elwood’s driveway.”

“I had no idea what was happening. I was inside the house,” Charlene volunteered.

Helen grimaced. “Next thing I knew, the police were escorting poor Elwood to one of the police cars. In handcuffs!”

“What in the world?”

“I called out to Elwood, but I don’t think he heard me.” Helen frowned. “I don’t understand what’s happening lately. Doesn’t it feel like the world has gone insane?”

“Definitely.” Charlene nodded, gripping the steering wheel.

“Things are pretty crazy lately,” I muttered.

Helen mopped her brow with a tissue. “I don’t know if we can do anything to help Elwood, but it felt wrong not to try.”

“Why exactly are we heading to the station? Are you thinking of trying to post bail for him or something?” I asked, feeling uneasy. “You have no idea why they arrested him.”

“That’s true, but Elwood is a good man. I mean, you only have to talk to him to know that.” Helen huffed.

“There are a million reasons a person can be arrested,” I said softly, mostly talking to myself.

“Yes. And as we well know, not all arrests are legit.” Charlene turned into the parking lot of the PCPD. She parked in the nearest space and shut off the car.

We piled out and headed toward the front entrance.

“Where should we go?” Helen asked.

I frowned. “I assume he’s in booking.”

“We’re not going to be able to talk to him,” Charlene warned.

“That’s true.” I nodded. I felt a little silly even showing up at the station, but I also knew Helen needed my support right now. I was really here for her, not Elwood.

“At least we can find out if we can post bail for him,” Helen said firmly.

As we entered the glass double doors, I was surprised and relieved to see Merrick walking toward us. I wanted to be supportive of Helen, but I felt a bit out of my element. Merrick looked confident and relaxed, which in turn calmed me.

He stopped in front of us. “Thomas called me and told me you guys were coming.”

Of course he did.

“Why did you arrest Elwood?” Helen demanded, her voice wobbling.

Merrick could be a real hard-ass if he wanted, but his expression gentled as he watched Helen. “How about we sit down and have a candid conversation, okay?” He gestured toward the waiting area just inside the doors.

Helen huffed, but she did follow him to the chairs. Charlene, Helen, and I sat in a row, and Merrick dragged a chair over so he was in front of us. There were lots of other people in the room, but they all seemed distracted by their own problems.

Merrick cleared his throat. “Now, let me assure you, taking Elwood into custody wasn’t a flippant decision, Helen.”

“What possible reason could you have for arresting him?” she hissed.

A muscle worked in his jaw. “There have been some developments pertaining to the deadly fire at Gilda’s house.”

“Like what?” Charlene asked.

“When the fire department arrived on scene, they observed the back door of Gilda’s residence had been broken into. The fire department tries to preserve the scene as best as they can when they suspect a crime has occurred.”

“So they felt someone had broken into her house before they got there?” Helen asked.

“Yes. Because there was an obvious break-in, the door was removed before it could be destroyed by the fire and set aside for forensics to take prints at a later date.”

“What does that have to do with arresting Elwood?” Charlene wrinkled her brow.

“Well, someone broke into her home before the fire was set.”

“Okay, still not sure how any of that condemns Elwood,” Helen said gruffly.

Merrick’s voice was patient as he continued. “Forensics gathered two sets of different prints from the door. One of those sets belongs to Elwood.”

Helen blinked at him. “Well, he was friends with Gilda. There’s nothing weird about his prints being on a doorknob.”

Merrick grimaced. “It’s a little weird that they’d be on the back door. Most people don’t have their friends come in the back door.”

“It’s not impossible though.” Helen lifted her chin.

“No, not impossible.” Merrick sighed. “You knew Gilda a long time, right, Helen?”

“Yes.”

“Did you ever visit her during that time?”

Helen’s face twitched. “Naturally.”

“She had you to dinner or things of that nature?” he asked.

Helen nodded. “Yes. We had coffee sometimes and the sporadic dinner.”

He sighed. “And on any of those occasions, did Gilda ever ask you to enter her home through the rear door?”

Pink flushed over Helen’s cheeks, and she pressed her lips tight.

His expression was empathetic. “Telling the truth shouldn’t be a problem, Helen. I’m not trying to trick you. I don’t want Elwood to be a bad guy, I swear, I don’t. You’ve known me a long time, Helen. Do you really think I want to arrest the wrong man?”

Her bottom lip trembled. “I don’t believe Elwood is capable of doing anything bad.”

I studied Merrick and noticed his mouth drooped ever so slightly. He knew something more, and he regretted that he had to tell Helen. I could see his reticence so clearly.

Merrick straightened his spine. “I know you like Elwood. I like him too. He’s a nice guy.”

“But?” Charlene asked, watching Merrick closely.

He dropped his gaze to his clasped hands. “As much as I hate having to tell you this, Helen, Elwood has a record.”

She narrowed her eyes. “A record?”

“Yes. He’s been arrested in the past.” Merrick winced. “He’s done time in prison.”

“Prison?” Helen whispered.

Merrick’s dark lashes hid his expression. “I’m afraid so.”

“I… I don’t believe you,” Helen mumbled.

He glanced up, frustration glimmering in his eyes. “It’s the truth. He just got out three months ago. He did five years in federal prison.”

Helen flinched but then asked, “For what?”

Clamping his jaw, Merrick rasped, “First-degree burglary.”

Chapter Twelve

Helen went as white as a ghost. “Burglary?”

“I’m afraid so.” Merrick watched her closely. “I’m really sorry, Helen.”

“Wait.” She frowned. “Are you implying Elwood was the person who broke into my home twice?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. My detectives are going to question him and see if he wants to talk to us.”

“There’s no way Elwood tried to burgle my home,” she snapped. “Elwood wouldn’t do that to me.”

Charlene gave her a worried look. “But Helen, he’s been arrested in the past for burglary. It’s obvious he would do that.”

“Not to me.” Helen lifted her chin. “I don’t believe it.”

I met Merrick’s gaze. “I’m sure this isn’t easy for Helen to hear.”

“Of course not,” Merrick agreed. “But regardless of how nice Elwood seems, his prints were on Gilda’s back door. He does have a record of first-degree burglary. I’m not making any of that up.”

Helen grimaced. “I know that, Merrick. I’m just extremely upset and confused.”

“That’s understandable,” he murmured.

“Elwood wasn’t the man in her garage though,” Charlene said, looking hopeful. “Doesn’t that mean he isn’t her burglar?”

Crinkling his cheek, Merrick said, “Not necessarily. He could have an accomplice.”

“No,” Helen muttered and then repeated more strongly, “No.”

Merrick sighed. “We’ll know more once the detectives question him. Providing he’ll speak with them.”

“Can we see him?” Charlene asked. “Helen was really hoping to talk to him.”

“Not right now. I’m sorry.”

Helen met Merrick’s remorseful gaze. “I don’t really know how this stuff works. When can I post bail for him?”

Merrick considered her question. “In Elwood’s case, we’re hoping to talk to him, and then, depending on his answers, we’ll decide if we have to book him. If he’s uncooperative or his answers don’t support his innocence, we’ll take him into custody. After that, we write a report and hand it off to the prosecutor. The prosecutor then has forty-eight hours to decide if he thinks he has enough evidence to go to trial.”

“Okay.” Helen frowned. “Where does bail come in?”

“Once Elwood is through booking, he’ll be able to get bail.” Merrick grimaced. “Unless he’s considered a flight risk. His past criminal record and ties to the community will all be considered.”

“Do you think he’ll be eligible for bail?” Helen asked.

“I think so.” Merrick shrugged. “To be honest, I’m curious if he’ll talk to us or not. If he’s cooperative or if he has an alibi for the time of Gilda’s murder, the charges could be dropped. Then there’s no need for bail.”

“But if he’s innocent, that means you arrested him for no reason,” Helen grumbled.

“Not no reason, Helen. His past burglary record is problematic. We wouldn’t have picked him up if there weren’t things we needed to know. He’s the only person who can tell us if he has an alibi or not. Don’t you think we should ask him? Frankly, I’m hoping we can eliminate him from our enquiries. Maybe he can explain why his prints were on Gilda’s back door.”

“Oh, well, yeah. That’s true,” Charlene said.

“His prints weren’t on my back door.” Helen frowned. “If he’s your burglar, why would he only sometimes wear gloves? Shouldn’t his prints be on my door and Gilda’s?”

Merrick nodded. “Exactly. That works in his favor. But we have to get his story. We’re just doing our job, Helen. It’s not personal. Can you imagine the backlash my department would get if we just ignored the things we’ve discovered about Elwood?”

“I guess,” Helen agreed.

“I’m optimistic Elwood will talk to your detectives,” I said. “If he has nothing to hide, I think he’ll want to talk.”

“I sure hope so,” Merrick said, rising slowly. “Contrary to what you might think, Helen, we just want to catch the person who strangled Gilda. It may be the same person who’s been breaking into your place or not. The two cases might not be connected. But they might be.”

Charlene shuddered. “I hope not.”

“How long do you think it will take to question Elwood?” Helen asked.

“That depends on him.” Merrick pushed his hands into his suit pockets. “I’ll try and let you know what happens.”

“Really?” Helen perked up.

Merrick shrugged. “Well, I don’t want you sitting around the station all day. I’ll tell my detectives to keep me posted, and then I’ll keep you posted.”

“That’s awful nice of you,” Helen said, grimacing. “Especially as grumpy as I’ve been.”

Merrick smiled. “I can take it. That was nothing.” He was acting tough, but I got the feeling it had bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

“Kip, did you ever tell Merrick about that silver car with the Florida plates?” Charlene asked suddenly.

I shook my head. “No. I didn’t.”

“What silver car?” Merrick asked.

I grimaced. “It’s just a car I’ve seen a few times. Once in front of my work and once on Helen’s street.”

“Yeah?” Merrick’s gaze sharpened.

“Don’t get too excited, “ I said. “ I don’t have the license plate number.”

“That’s too bad.” Merrick sighed.

“It’s probably nothing.”

“Still wouldn’t hurt to be sure.” Merrick studied me. “Let me know if you see it again. Also, try and get the number.”

“Will do.”

“Did you get any prints off the sledgehammer?” Helen asked.

Merrick rocked back on his heels. “Hoping to get the results back today. You never know. We might get lucky.”

I met Helen’s gaze. “Did you ever look at the mug shots of burglary suspects in the area?”

“Yeah, I didn’t see the guy from my garage.”

Merrick said, “It was still worth a try. He may not be local. Or he may have never been arrested before.”

Helen’s phone rang, and she grabbed it from her purse. Scowling, she tucked it back into her bag. “No, thanks.”

“Who was that?” Charlene lifted her brows.

Helen sighed. “Oh, just that guy from American Insurance again. He actually stopped by my house earlier today. He’s like a leech.”

“You should report him to the Insurance Commissioner or something.” Charlene frowned.

“In my opinion, he’s a vulture. He’s trying to make money off of the fact that Gilda’s house burned down.” Helen scowled. “Dudley is going door to door offering free fire-safety home inspections.”

“You’re seriously telling me this dude’s name is Dudley?” Charlene looked like she was trying not to laugh.

“That’s what he said his name was,” Helen said. “Who am I to judge.”

Charlene smirked. “I’ll judge for you.”

“Wait, Gilda’s fire was arson. How would a fire safety inspection help?” I frowned.

“Don’t ask me. He’s pushy though. I told him I’d think about it, just to get rid of him. He’s called me three times today.”

Merrick knitted his brows. “Three times?”

Charlene smirked. “Maybe he has the hots for you, Helen.”

She shivered. “He’s not my type. He wears fancy suits and talks too much.”

Unfortunately, Helen’s type was sitting in jail being questioned by detectives at the moment. Life could be so cruel sometimes.

A heavyset man with curly, dark hair and a thin mustache approached. “Chief, Mayor Rodriquez called. She wants to meet with you in an hour in your office.”

Merrick tensed. “Is that right?”

“Yep.” The guy nodded at us.

“Do you know what she wants?” Merrick asked.

The man shrugged. “I think she’s hoping to have a press conference announcing you’ve caught the arsonist slash murderer slash burglar.”

Gritting his teeth, Merrick looked annoyed. “Why is she jumping the gun?”

Helen met my gaze, looking worried.

“I trust what Merrick said to us,” I said softly. “He knows more than the mayor.”

“Right.” She nodded.

Merrick turned to us. “Looks like I’m needed elsewhere.” He shifted his gaze to Helen. “I’ll keep you up-to-date on Elwood.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

Merrick winked at me, and I smiled, not quite sure how to respond.

“See you later,” he said.

“Oh, okay.” I felt conspicuous as the other guy turned to examine me.

Merrick walked off with the other man, and the three of us left the building. None of us spoke on our way to the car, and once inside the vehicle, the mood remained somber. I had no idea what was going to happen with Elwood. I prayed he wasn’t the culprit because poor Helen was going to be a wreck if he turned out to be a crook.

“What do you say we go back to my place and get plastered?” Charlene offered, starting the car.

“What if Merrick calls and I can post bail for Elwood?” Helen asked softly. “I wouldn’t want to be too drunk to go down to the police station.”

“Oh, that’s true.” Charlene sighed.

I worried that Helen’s heart was going to get crushed, but she wasn’t a child. If she wanted to put all of her attention on Elwood, that was her right. I’d be there for her if she needed me, whether that would be to celebrate or pick up the pieces. Either way, I’d show up.

Later that night, I lay on the couch with Spot curled up beside me, waiting for Merrick to come by after work. I felt happier than I had in days. Talking with Thomas had cleared up so many things for me. It was reassuring to know that Merrick was exactly who I’d thought he was.

I’d done a lot of soul-searching this evening. My goal was to learn to trust Merrick unconditionally. I wasn’t sure if I was built to trust blindly, but I liked the idea of it. Would I ever get to a place where little things didn’t rattle my faith in us? It would probably be freeing to hand over my trust. Could I get there though? I wasn’t sure.

Baby steps.

If I wanted to be with Merrick, I had to begin somewhere. I needed to show him that despite my trust issues, he was who I wanted to be with.

Tomorrow, I’d have a key made for Merrick.

****

“Helen, I finally tracked you down.” The man standing near Helen’s desk looked like a character out of Willy Wonka. His frizzy hair was a rusty brown, and he wore a light gray suit with a bright purple-and-pink tie.

“Oh, Dudley.” The smile frozen on Helen’s face was somewhere between politeness and dread.

“I remember you’d said you worked for a dog-walking business. So I looked you up on Yelp.” He seemed very proud of himself. “You’ve been a naughty girl. I’ve left several phone messages.”

“Er… yes.” Helen cleared her throat. “There was a… family emergency.”

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to avoid me?” His laugh reminded me of a hyena.

“Of course not.” Helen’s cheeks were pink. “I’ve just been busy.”

“You’re never too busy to have a safe home—that’s our motto at American Insurance.” He leaned over her. “Are you ready to schedule your free consultation?”

“Well…” Helen’s phone buzzed, but she ignored it.

“I’m telling you, Helen, you can never be too safe. Surely you must know that after the tragedy on your street.”

Helen widened her eyes. “That wasn’t just any fire.”

“No. No. Of course not.” Dudley nodded. “But why would you refuse a free inspection? I’ll bet there are all sorts of fire traps just hiding in your home. I can point them out for you, Helen.”

“I really don’t think—”

“What do you say, Helen, dear? Shall I come over later this evening? I just happen to have an opening.”

“Tonight isn’t good for me.” Helen’s phone buzzed again, but once more, she didn’t answer.

Even from my office, I could feel how uncomfortable Helen was. Helen wasn’t a hothouse flower and could usually hold her own. But Dudley was one step away from bullying her. I rose and wandered out into the front office. As I neared Dudley, he seemed to jump.

“Oh, dear me.” He laughed nervously. “I… didn’t realize anyone else was here.”

I’ll just bet you didn’t.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.” I stopped a few feet from Dudley. Up close, I could feel his nervous energy and see the sheen of sweat on his pale face.

“Is that right?” Dudley gave his hyena laugh again. “Perhaps I could interest you in a safety inspection as well.”

“Not likely.”

His face fell. “No?”

“What’s the name of your company again?”

Dudley swallowed. “Why?”

“Just curious.”

He blinked at me.

“American something?” I frowned.

He turned to face Helen. “Well, I can see you’re busy, Helen. I’ll give you a call later tonight so we can schedule something.”

Helen just watched him, looking embarrassed.

Without addressing me, he simply turned and walked out of the shop.

I scowled. “Well, that was weird.”

Helen slumped in her chair. “I’m so glad you were here, Kip. I could have fainted when he walked in the door. Goodness, the nerve of that man.”

“You should call corporate and turn him in. He was badgering you.”

“Well, I don’t want to get him fired.” She shivered. “He has a weird energy, don’t you think?”

“Yes. I shudder to think what his freezer is full of.”

Maybe uncooperative customers who refused to schedule their home inspection?

Charlene came waltzing in the door, looking flushed. “Guys, did you hear the news?”

“What news?” Helen asked.

“The mayor and Merrick just had a joint press conference.” Charlene flopped down in a chair near Helen’s desk. “I tried calling you, Helen, but you didn’t pick up. Merrick asked me to tell you the latest development.”

“What news?” Helen asked.

Charlene pulled off her scarf. “They released Elwood and have another suspect in custody. The other set of prints on the door matches the second guy.”

“Really? Elwood is free?” Helen shot up out of her chair, and it rolled away and banged into the copy machine. Looking sheepish, she ran over and retrieved it. “When did this happen?”

“About fifteen minutes ago.” Charlene grinned. “Isn’t that the best news?”

“Who is the other suspect?” I asked.

“Some guy from out of town, I think. I couldn’t absorb all the info.” Waving at Helen’s computer, Charlene said, “The local TV station is running the whole story. You should stream it, Helen.”

“Good idea.” Helen sat down and went onto the web.

I moved closer as the web page loaded. There was a video playing of Mayor Rodriguez speaking to the press. Behind her stood Merrick, looking handsome and commanding in a dark suit and red tie. My pulse bumped at the sight of him. Even on TV, his natural magnetism came through.

Mayor Rodriguez was at the microphone. “Early this morning PCPD apprehended a suspect in the murder of Gilda Bumpworthy. Brett Score, a resident of Florida, has been taken into custody without incident. Gilda was a long-time resident of Pearl Cove, and the city would like to extend our sincerest condolences to Gilda’s friends and family. In addition to homicide, Mr. Score has also been charged with arson causing great bodily injury. It’s our hope that the arrest of Mr. Score will give the citizens of Pearl Cove some peace of mind.”

A photo flashed on the screen of a large man being escorted to a police cruiser. A mug shot also accompanied the report.

Helen gasped. “That’s sledgehammer man.”

“Really?” Charlene had been balancing on the back legs of her chair, but it bumped down. “That’s the guy in your garage?”

“Yes.” Helen’s eyes were wide.

Charlene whistled. “He’s scary-looking.”

Helen shivered. “I’d know that face anywhere.”

“Did he actually confess to the murder and fire?” I asked, frowning.

Charlene nodded. “He admitted to both.”

“What was his motive?” I studied the guy’s thuggish features. “Was Gilda the victim of a burglary gone wrong?”

“The police aren’t saying what the motive was.” Charlene shrugged.

I frowned. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” Charlene laughed. “Ask your boyfriend.”

Helen beamed. “I’m so happy Elwood is free.”

I studied her, feeling protective. “It doesn’t bother you at all that he did time in prison?”

Her eyes flickered. “Well, I’m not happy about that. But he’s such a sweet man, I feel I at least owe him the courtesy of letting him explain himself.”

“I agree,” Charlene said. “People make mistakes. Maybe he has a good reason for what happened. Maybe he was framed.”

“Framed?” I asked skeptically.

“Maybe.” Charlene wrinkled her brow. “Who knows? Do you plan on asking him about his past?”

Helen sighed. “Yes. I feel like I have to. I want to hear Elwood’s story from his own mouth.”

“Do you mind if I’m there when you talk to him, Helen?” I asked.

She looked conflicted. “Why?”

Grimacing, I admitted, “I’m worried for you.”

“Worried?” She seemed almost insulted.

“Look,” I said calmly. “Maybe Elwood is the nicest guy in the world. But maybe he’s not. I’d feel better if I was with you.”

“I don’t need a chaperone.”

I sighed. “I’m well aware of that. I’d just feel better if you had someone with you.”

Her jaw had a stubborn jut, and I thought she was going to reject my suggestion. But then she said grudgingly, “Fine. You can be there.”

“Okay, good.” Relief swamped me.

Charlene perked up. “How about me?”

Both Helen and I said, “No.”

Pushing her lip out in a pout, Charlene grumbled, “That’s not fair.”

“It’ll be weird enough for Elwood with me there.” I sighed.

“True.” Charlene shrugged. “Whatever. Just promise you’ll give me all the juicy details.”

Helen picked up her cell. “I’ll call Elwood right now and see if he wants to come over later tonight. We can meet with him at my place when we get off work.”

“Sounds good.” I was worried that talking to Elwood wouldn’t go well. Helen was starry-eyed at the fact he’d been released from custody, but I worried his arrest might have soured him on Pearl Cove. Everyone would now know he had a record, and Elwood had probably come here hoping to escape his past.

But when Helen hung up the phone after talking with Elwood, she was positively glowing. “Elwood can’t meet tonight, but he can tomorrow night. He said he was hoping I’d want to talk to him.”

“That’s great.” Charlene said cheerfully.

“Yes.” Helen sighed. “I wasn’t sure if he’d be up for it or not.”

I gave her a reassuring smile, but I felt a bit uneasy. I really hoped her bubble wasn’t burst tomorrow night when the reality of who Elwood was came up against who Helen wanted him to be.

Chapter Thirteen

“June says Merrick is on cloud nine these days. We’re both so glad you’re dating each other.” My mother’s voice bounced over the line merrily. “I can’t believe how long it took for you two to figure out you belong together.”

“I’m happy that you’re happy, Mother.” I parked in front of Helen’s house, eyeing the newspapers on the porch. Helen had asked if I’d mind dropping by after lunch to grab the papers so the place didn’t look deserted.

“I suspect you’re soulmates.” She laughed. “June agrees.”

I grimaced. “Not sure I believe in that stuff.”

“It doesn’t matter. The universe threw you together with a little help from June and me.” She laughed again.

I smiled. “I’ll come for coffee next week, and you can tell me again how amazing you and June are.”

“Don’t mock us, dear. We were instrumental in this and you know it.”

I twisted my lips to stop from smiling. “I’d never mock you.”

“Liar.” She sighed. “Now I just have to find a nice girl for Thomas. Do you think Charlene would be good for him?”

“Charlene?” I squeaked. “Uh… I have to go, Mother.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I’m at Helen’s. Time to gather the newspapers.” There was no way in the world I’d get involved in Charlene or Thomas’ love life. Mom was on her own.

She sounded suspicious as she asked, “Are you just trying to get me off the phone?”

“No,” I said innocently.

“Fine. Maybe I’ll call Thomas and see what he thinks of Charlene.”

“You do that, Mother. Just keep me out of it.” I laughed gruffly. “Bye now.”

“Goodbye, honey.” She hung up.

I was about to get out of my car when a silver-blue sedan pulled into Helen’s driveway. Frowning, I watched as a guy climbed out and moved to the front door of Helen’s home. He wore a gray suit, but he had his back to me so I couldn’t see his face.

I got out of my car and as I neared the porch, the guy slipped around the side of the house. That set off my alarm bells. What was that guy doing creeping around Helen’s home? I followed him, trying not to make any noise. It went through my head to maybe call the cops, but since I didn’t know who this guy was, I didn’t want to jump the gun.

I had the guy in my line of vision, but then he slipped around the next corner. Feeling frustrated, I followed silently. As I rounded the house, I saw the guy standing on tiptoes, peering into Helen’s back door.

“Hey,” I yelled. “What are you doing?”

The guy jumped and turned to face me. “I’m just trying to see if Helen Williams is home.”

I scowled. “You can’t peek in people’s windows.” How did he not know that?

His face was red. “She has been dodging my calls. I was hoping to surprise her.”

“You’re Harvey Greenback, right?” I now recognized him as the Realtor who was trying to buy up half of Pearl Cove. I relaxed slightly once I knew who he was.

“That’s right.” He smiled and moved closer. “You’re Kip O’Connor? I remember you from the October Chamber of Commerce mixer.”

“Yep. I remember you too.” We shook hands, and I noted his were sweaty. “Helen is staying with a friend. You probably heard about the burglaries?”

He nodded, looking almost pleased. “Yeah, I did. I’m kind of hoping that might inspire her to sell her house to me.”

I frowned at his tactless remark. “She’s shaken up, but I don’t think she plans on selling.”

“You sure?” He sounded disappointed. “I figured something like that might push her to move.”

“Of course, she’s upset, but I know for a fact she’s not selling.”

His fleshy face fell. “Oh. That’s too bad.”

“On the bright side, if she changes her mind, you’re easy to find. You seem to be everywhere.”

He laughed. “True.”

“Since I have you here,” I said, “Do you mind if I ask if you were here at Helen’s house recently?”

“Well, I canvas this neighborhood at least a couple times a month. Odds are I was here.”

“Did you park in the driveway like today, and walk around the house?”

“Yeah, I always take a walk around.” He gave a sly smile. “I grab my competitors’ flyers and toss them in the trash.”

I grimaced, not sure how to respond to his admission. “I see.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I was trying to help Helen figure out who might have burgled her home. One of the neighbors mentioned seeing your car.”

He widened his eyes. “I didn’t rob anyone. I’m just trying to buy and sell houses. I’m no crook.”

But would you admit it if you were the burglar, Harvey?

“We didn’t know it was you parked in her driveway.”

“Ahh, got it. Well, now you do.”

“Yes.” I frowned. “You don’t happen to have Florida plates, do you?”

“No. Why would I have Florida plates?”

I shrugged. “It was just a guess.”

He smiled and moved toward me like a shark. “Hey, are you interested in selling your house?” As he spoke, he tugged a card from his suit pocket. “I’m offering over market value.”

“Uh, I’m not interested.”

“Come on,” He gave me a white grin. “Just take my card. That way, if you change your mind, you can give me a call.”

“Right.” I took the card just so he’d drop the subject.

“Will you tell Helen I came by?” He winked. “And give me a call if you change your mind about selling. I’m really interested in your house too. You won’t get a better offer, I can promise you that.”

“If I decide to sell, I’ll call you,” I lied. The card was going in the trash first chance I got.

“Awesome.” He gave me a careless wave and a smarmy smile, and he headed back to his car.

Once he was gone, I grabbed the newspapers off Helen’s porch, and tore Harvey’s card up into little pieces. I’d never been crazy about Harvey Greenback, but I liked him even less now.

****

We were closing for the night, and I was in the back helping Charlene feed the dogs their nighttime treat. As I slipped a dried fish skin treat through the bars of a crate to an excited Labrador, Merrick walked into the back room.

I let out a startled yelp, and he grinned.

“Did I surprise you?” His hands were in his coat pockets, and he looked like something out of sexy police calendar. Why was his hair never mussed? It seemed impossible that neither wind nor humidity had an effect on those silky locks.

I straightened, wiping my blond mop out of my eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” He moved toward me as he spoke. Despite his words, he didn’t look the least bit discouraged. When he reached me, he plopped a confident kiss on my mouth. “I’m happy to see you.”

“You know I’m happy,” I mumbled, lips tingling.

Charlene came in from outside. “Hey, Merrick. We saw your press conference earlier.”

“Did you?” He smoothed his hand down his red tie. “I picked this little red number because it pops on TV.”

Laughing, Charlene nodded. “Yep.”

“Is that why you’re here?” I deadpanned. “To talk about how good you look on TV?”

“Nah. I’m here to celebrate. With my boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah?” I smiled up at him. “What are we celebrating?”

“PCPD has solved yet another titillating case.” He blew on his nails, rubbing them against his coat. “Pearl Cove is once again safe and secure.”

He had every right to be happy, but I did feel a nudge of guilt because poor Gilda was still dead. “I saw the guy you arrested on TV. He looked like a thug.”

“That’s because he is. He has a long rap sheet.”

“Why did he do it?” I asked.

Merrick grimaced. “His story is Gilda surprised him.”

“You don’t believe him?”

Charlene came closer. “I’ve heard of that stuff happening.”

“Yes.” Merrick sounded agreeable. “But strangulation is often motivated by passion. Rage. If she startled him and he’d bludgeoned her or something like that, maybe his story would make more sense. Strangulation is more… personal.”

I frowned. “If you don’t believe his story, why did you arrest him for her murder?”

“I’m not saying he isn’t the killer. He probably is. I’m willing to accept his story because, first and foremost, he confessed. In addition to that, we have his prints on the back door and incendiary device. He definitely was there. He definitely set the fire.”

“I see.” I shivered. “God, how awful. Poor Gilda.”

“Yeah.” Charlene grimaced.

Merrick glanced around. “Where’s Helen?”

I grimaced. “She went home. We’re going to have a chat with Elwood at her home later. She went home to straighten up. I think she wants to make a good impression.”

“I’m glad she’s willing to give him that chance.” Merrick nodded.

“She definitely wants to hear his side of the story.” Even though Helen hadn’t known Elwood long, he’d definitely made an impression on her. I’d never seen her so taken with anyone.

“I’ll bet she’s happy to go back to her own place,” Merrick said.

Charlene sighed. “Probably. I’ll miss her though. It was nice having company.”

Merrick nodded and turned back to me. “You said you’re having a meeting with Elwood. What time?”

I glanced at my watch. “In a half hour.”

He frowned. “This is the first time I’ve gotten off early in two months and you have plans?”

“Well, I didn’t know you’d get off early.”

“True.” He looked disgruntled. “I guess I can see if Thomas is free.”

My heart sank. “No. I don’t want you to spend the night with him. I want to spend time with you.”

He looked surprised at my whiney tone. “Um… well, obviously that’s what I wanted, or I wouldn’t be here.”

“Then don’t call Thomas.”

“Okay.” Merrick lifted one shoulder.

Charlene laughed. “You two are adorable.”

“It’s not polite to eavesdrop.”

She grinned. “It’s impossible not to, boss. You’re right there.”

“How about you lock up, and I’ll go out front with Merrick so we can talk in private?”

“Do I have a choice?” She smirked.

“Do you like your job?” I countered.

She scowled. “You always pull out the big guns.”

I gestured to Merrick. “Let’s go talk.”

“Uh, okay.”

Once outside, he slipped his arms around me. “This is better.” He kissed me, and I smiled against his mouth. “Don’t laugh. I’m trying to seduce you.”

I pulled back. “I have an idea. How about you wait for me?”

He frowned. “Haven’t I waited long enough for you?”

“I mean tonight. I don’t want you to make other plans. Just sit in the car and wait for me, like a good and obedient boyfriend.”

He laughed. “You want me to wait in the car like Spot?”

“Yes. I’ll even crack the windows for you.” I smirked.

Amusement lit his eyes. “Deal.”

“That was way too easy.”

He sighed and hugged me. His voice rumbled in my ear as he said, “I’ve missed you so much lately. We need to figure something out. I’m tired of only seeing you after the sun goes down. It’s like we’re vampires.”

“Maybe I should run for mayor. You seem to spend a lot of time with her.”

He pulled back, smiling. “I like daytime Kip. He’s sassy.”

I smiled. “I think we should drive to my house. We’ll leave my truck because I know you hate riding in it. We’ll take your car to Helen’s, and then we can go out to dinner or something once that little meeting is over.”

“You mean like to a grown-up restaurant that doesn’t have menus you can draw on with crayons and where pancakes aren’t the number one seller?”

“Someplace with cocktails.”

“That sounds great.”

****

Elwood looked like he hadn’t slept for days. As he entered Helen’s home, he smiled and sat on the couch with his usual good-natured expression. But the spark was missing from his eyes. I felt bad for him because he’d no doubt wanted a fresh start, but now that probably felt ruined.

Once the greetings were out of the way and everyone had a cup of coffee, Helen cleared her throat and spoke. “I’m sorry you had to go through that awful ordeal, Elwood.”

He sighed. “It’s to be expected, I guess.”

“No. That’s not true.” She frowned.

He set his cup down, and it rattled against the saucer. “I didn’t have the courage to tell you about my record, Helen. I’m sorry.”

“I can understand why that might have been difficult.”

He hung his head. “I just wanted you to get to know the real me. Not the guy who screwed up his future by making one of the dumbest decisions of his life.”

“I think I do know the real you. That’s one reason it was so hard to believe the police had arrested you.” She swallowed. “Do you mind talking about how you ended up in… prison?”

He stretched his lips over his teeth. “Well, I suppose the real problem was I used to drink. A lot. Because of that I fell in with some people that convinced me burglarizing homes was a great way to make fast money.” He shook his head. “To my booze-soaked brain, they seemed like real go-getters. I thought if I made a chunk of money, I could stop doing it and just live the good life.” He winced. “Saying it out loud now, sober, I’m embarrassed this lame story is coming out of my mouth.”

“I see.” Helen gave a nervous laugh. “That does seem like a rather silly plan.”

“Yep. It basically ruined my whole life. Not that I had much of a life to begin with. The drinking made everything worse. I was always depressed and feeling like a failure.” His gray eyes darkened. “Thing is, I didn’t realize how bad life could be until I ended up in prison. I literally lost everything and had to start from scratch.”

“So, you learned your lesson,” Helen said softly.

“Yes, ma’am. The hard way.”

She shrugged. “In my opinion, you did your time. You accepted your punishment. That should be the past, don’t you think?”

“I’d like to think that way.”

Helen gave him an encouraging smile. “Well, what do you want the rest of your life to look like?”

“All I want is peace and quiet the rest of my days. I want to be near the ocean and have someone to love who loves me back.” He lifted one shoulder. “Sounds like such a simple thing, but it’s the hardest thing in the world to find.”

“That it is,” Helen murmured.

I cleared my throat. “Do you mind if I ask you an uncomfortable kind of question?”

Elwood met my gaze. “Go for it.”

“How did your prints end up on Gilda’s back door?”

He gritted his teeth. “Now that, young man, would be a case of ‘no good deed goes unpunished.’”

“Meaning what?” I frowned.

“The day Gilda died, we had coffee. Remember I mentioned that before? Well, she was complaining of her wrists hurting from arthritis, so I offered to take her trash out back to the bin. I’m supposing that’s how my prints got on the door.”

“Ahhh.” I nodded. “I see.”

He laughed gruffly. “Yeah, the cops had the same reaction to that story.” He sighed. “The only real reason I was released was because I had a rock-solid alibi. When Gilda was killed and her house was set on fire, I was on the phone with Lydia, my parole officer.”

“Oh.” Helen lifted her brows. “Well, that’s g… good.”

“Stroke of luck. Saved my behind, for sure.” He gave a weak smile. “Between Lydia vouching for me and the phone records, the cops had no choice but to believe me.”

“Thank goodness for phone records.” Helen sipped her coffee, looking muddled. She really liked Elwood, but it was probably a lot for her to take in.

Elwood watched her, and his expression was gentle. “I couldn’t believe my horrible luck to move on your street just as you were getting burgled. I was panicked that somehow the cops would notice me living on the street.”

“Yeah, talk about terrible timing,” I said.

“Had you ever been in trouble with the law before?” Helen asked, her gaze alert.

Elwood sighed. “I had a few drunk and disorderly charges throughout the years, but nothing bad. No, I had one real brush with crime, and it taught me a lesson. Plus, not drinking helped me see how much time I wasted.”

Helen smiled. “But your life isn’t over. You’ve got lots of years ahead.”

He held up his crossed fingers. “Let’s hope so.”

It seemed pretty clear to me Elwood was a good guy. He’d messed up and paid the price. “Do you plan on staying in Pearl Cove?” I was afraid of his answer because of Helen. If he said he was leaving, it would break her heart. But I figured it was best for her to hear the truth now rather than later.

Elwood pursed his lips. “After my arrest, I considered leaving.” Shame washed through his eyes. “I thought Helen wouldn’t want to ever speak to me again. I thought she’d be disgusted by me.”

She frowned. “I was worried about you.”

I smiled. “She wanted to bail you out the minute she saw you were arrested.”

Elwood grinned. “Is that right?”

She gave a sheepish laugh. “I didn’t understand how any of that stuff worked. But I hated the thought of you in there.”

“Can’t say anyone ever wanted to post bail for me before.” Elwood rubbed his jaw.

Helen blushed and picked up her coffee quickly. “Oh, well, what are friends for, right?”

He smiled.

They were connecting so well I was beginning to feel like a third wheel. Merrick was waiting for me in the car, and I wanted to spend the evening with him. I finished my coffee and pressed my napkin to my mouth.

Standing, I said, “Well, I’m gonna take off. I have a hot date.”

Helen laughed. “I saw Merrick’s car out there. Where are you two going?”

“Not sure. Somewhere where grown-ups go.” The doorbell rang, and I laughed. “That’s probably Merrick now. He’s probably tired of waiting in the car.”

“Let him in.” Helen stood.

I moved to the door and plastered on a big grin. Then I yanked it open and said, “Couldn’t live without me another second, big boy?”

But it wasn’t Merrick. It was Dudley from American Insurance.

Dudley appeared shocked at the sight of me. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

Taken aback by his aggressive tone, I rasped, “What are you doing here? I think Helen made it crystal clear she’s not interested in your services.”

“I have something important to discuss with her.”

“How many ways does Helen have to reject you before you get the message?” I frowned.

“You have no idea what you’re interfering with.” Dudley glanced around uneasily. “This should have been so easy, but no. Why would anything be easy in this stupid little town?”

I laughed. “Excuse me?”

“From the minute we arrived, it’s been nothing but problems,” he muttered, raking a hand through his frizzy hair. “I can’t get out of this place fast enough.”

“By all means, go.”

“I can’t. Not yet.” Dudley gave another nervous scan of the street. He returned his dull gaze to me, and malice shone there. “Unfortunately for you, you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“What?” I squinted at him.

“Oh, never mind.” A crimson flush crept up Dudley’s thin face, and he shocked me when he lunged at me, shoving me with all his might.

Chapter Fourteen

He slammed into me with such force I fell backward, almost tripping over the coffee table. The china cups rattled alarmingly but, by some miracle, didn’t crash to the ground. Dudley strode into the house, banging the front door closed behind him.

“Oh, my God.” Helen screeched. “What is happening?”

I scrambled to my feet and started toward Dudley, but Elwood grabbed hold of my arm. “No, Kip. He’s got a gun.” Elwood’s fingers dug into my skin.

I hadn’t noticed the weapon at first because it blended into the dark overcoat Dudley wore. “What in the world are you doing?” I demanded angrily. “Have you lost your mind?”

“I’m perfectly sane,” Dudley grated out.

Regardless of what he said, he had to be nuts. “Why are you barging into Helen’s house, armed?”

“It can’t just be that you want my business this much.” Helen’s eyes were wide as she stared at the gun.

Dudley curled his lip. “No. I never wanted your business. American whatever doesn’t exist.”

“I don’t understand.” Helen blinked at him.

“This must be a home invasion,” Elwood muttered.

“Of sorts.” Dudley smirked, mopping his sweaty head with his handkerchief. “Why are there so many people here?”

“Look, if you want my wallet, just take it.” Helen pointed toward the dining room table where her purse sat.

“Uh, no. I don’t need whatever pittance you probably have in your wallet.” He shook his head in disgust. “I have a much bigger payoff in mind.”

Elwood inched close to Helen. “It’ll be okay. We’ll just give him whatever he wants. He has no reason to hurt us.”

“Jury is out on that.” Dudley sighed. He glanced around the house, taking in the dated décor. “You really don’t spend money on nice things, do you, Helen?”

Helen scowled. “Is that any of your business?”

“No, just an observation.” He sighed. “It’s very, very frustrating that you have company over tonight. You’ve complicated everything.”

“I’m glad they’re here,” Helen said.

Dudley’s laugh was snide. “Misery loves company, I suppose.”

“Why are you here?” I growled.

“It’s a long story. Suffice to say, Helen has something of mine, and I’m here to take it.”

“I have something of yours?” Helen frowned.

“I should say it’s something I’ve had my eye on for a very long time. I’m the only one who even knew what it was worth. Your aunt certainly didn’t.”

“I don’t understand,” Helen said softly.

Ignoring her, he said, “Let’s all go to the garage, shall we?”

“The garage?” Helen looked even more confused. “I don’t have anything valuable out there.”

“That’s what you think.” He snorted a laugh. “Okay, move.” He waved the gun toward the hallway. “I don’t have all night.”

Helen went first and then Elwood. I followed up the rear with Dudley. He pressed the butt of the gun against my spine. There was no need for that, seeing as we were all walking obediently, but I got the feeling he wanted to intimidate me.

I was confused about what to do. Dudley had no idea that Merrick was sitting right outside Helen’s house, but I had no way of alerting him to what was happening. Not unless I could somehow get my phone out and text him. But Dudley was too close to me. I didn’t dare risk it. I didn’t relish the idea of being shot at close range.

Or any range.

Helen opened the garage door, and we all piled into the space. The smell of motor oil and potting soil filled my nose. I moved to stand beside Helen and Elwood, watching Dudley warily.

“Do you have a circular saw?” Dudley asked.

Helen frowned. “No.”

“Of course not.” He sighed. “How about a hack saw?”

I scowled. “If you needed those things, why didn’t you bring them with you?”

“Shut up,” Dudley growled. “There’s a lot you don’t know about this situation. It hasn’t exactly been a smooth operation.”

“Are we supposed to feel sorry for you?” I grumbled.

Dudley’s gaze hardened as he turned to me.

“I have a saw,” Helen interjected. “Hanging over the workbench.”

“Why does he want a saw?” Elwood muttered, his expression apprehensive.

“Thank you, Helen.” Dudley stood on tiptoe and grabbed the saw. “As I said earlier, this should have been such an easy gig. You’ll never understand how frustrating this week has been for me.”

“Nor do we care,” I mumbled.

He shot me a surly look. “You should care. If things had gone as planned, I wouldn’t have to do the things I’m going to have to do.”

“What does that mean?” Helen whispered.

“It means that circumstances conspired to thwart me at every turn. Now you’re all involved in it, and that’s not a good thing. I mean, seriously, it was one ridiculous thing after another.”

Helen frowned. “None of what you’re saying or doing makes sense.”

“It will soon.” Dudley moved to Aunt Agatha’s buffet, running his hand along the dull wood. “Your Aunt Agatha was an interesting woman, Helen.”

“How did you know my aunt?” Helen blinked at him.

“I met her shortly before her death. One of the cheapest women I ever met.” He laughed. “I mean, everything in her house was from a flea market or garage sale.”

Helen shifted uneasily but didn’t speak.

“Her cheapness makes your home look like a palace, Helen.” His snide tone of voice made it clear that wasn’t a compliment.

Helen snapped, “There’s more to life than material things.”

“Is there though?” Dudley scowled. “You must like your job. I don’t love mine. I’m sick to death of pawing through other people’s junk.” He placed the saw against one of the shelves next to the clock. He began moving the saw back and forth, letting the teeth grip the wood. He increased pressure until the saw began to glide smoothly.

“What are you doing?” Helen looked mortified. “You’re destroying the cabinet.”

“Is it really a loss though? It’s hideous.” He raised his voice to be heard over the sawing. Pieces of wood shavings flew into the air and began to gather in little piles. He glanced at us every few seconds, training the gun on us. When he switched the saw to the other side of the built-in clock, I finally caught on to what he was up to. He was removing the clock from the buffet.

“He’s after the clock,” I said softly.

“Why?” Helen frowned.

“I don’t know.”

Dudley paused to catch his breath, wiping sweat from his pale face. “You know, Helen, I had the pleasure of appraising the value of your aunt’s treasures. More like a junk collection.”

“You’re a rude and disrespectful man,” grumbled Helen.

“Maybe I am, but trust me, she was a hoarder of other people’s trash. There were boxes and boxes of crap. Old, mildewed magazines. Dime-store lamps and cheap tables. It was like a trash heap, yet that old lady thought it was a treasure trove.”

Helen snapped, “It obviously meant something to her.”

“I guess.” He laughed harshly. “The irony was she actually had something valuable in that heap of castoffs. She didn’t even know it. The one thing she had that was worth a small fortune, and that lunatic of a woman had it covered up because she was a prude.”

“You mean the clock?” Helen asked.

“Yes.” He sighed. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw the face sticking out of this ugly buffet. Aunt Agatha had a Gavelle Lui A Paris clock, but she was such a prig she had it hidden.”

“To be fair to Aunt Agatha, no one in her generation would never have displayed a clock like that.” Helen lifted her chin.

“Ridiculous,” hissed Dudley. “It’s a piece of art.”

“What was shocking about the clock?” Elwood frowned.

Dudley glanced at Elwood. “Nothing really. The clock has a topless African huntress on it. I mean, who cares? It’s a solid gold masterpiece and she hid it away. She paid a carpenter fifty dollars to encase this gorgeous piece of art behind cheap plywood, all because you could see breasts? Despicable.”

“Right. But holding three people hostage so you can steal a clock is not despicable?” I frowned.

“This whole thing has gone out of control. As I said before, it was just supposed to be an easy job.”

Helen was watching Dudley with a funny expression. She said quietly, “You’re the one who broke into my home twice.”

He scowled. “Yes. It’s been a fiasco from the beginning. Starting with the damn moving van breaking down in Arizona. How was I supposed to know the buffet hadn’t arrived yet? So I broke in for no reason, which meant I had to try again.”

“But Helen had an alarm installed,” I said. “So your second attempt failed as well.”

He sneered. “Yep. So I tried to get you three arrested so I could have my third try. That’s when that red-haired hag next door saw me sneaking around. This was supposed to be simple, Helen. Just in and out and no one would get hurt.”

She frowned. “Are you blaming me?”

“You’re the one who had the alarm put in.” He shot her a dirty look and went back to sawing.

Helen asked, “You must have an accomplice? Who’s the man the police arrested?”

“My brother.” Dudley’s mouth hardened. “Never work with family. It never turns out well.”

“He’s your brother?” I asked in surprise.

He flicked his gaze to me. “Yes. Dumb as a brick, but loyal. He didn’t tell the cops about me. Good ol’ Brett. I do love him. He’s just not bright.”

“He was in my garage the night Gilda was killed,” Helen said. “Did he… hurt her?”

Dudley sighed. “Oh, heck no. Brett couldn’t hurt a fly. But he left his prints behind and, so the cops were able to identify him. I told him not to use his credit cards. I told him he could be tracked if he used them. But he still used them. I told him to wear gloves, and he forgot. I could only babysit him so much.”

“You’re just going to let him take the rap all alone?” Helen asked.

“What else can I do? Brett isn’t talking which means he wants me to get away. If I turn myself in, which I’d never do, we’d just both go to prison. Brett wouldn’t want that.”

“If Brett didn’t hurt Gilda, does that mean it was you?” I already knew the answer. It was obvious Dudley wasn’t a nice man. I’d had a bad feeling about him way before he’d barged into Helen’s home tonight.

Elwood leaned against a pile of boxes, looking disgusted. “I’d love to know how stealing a clock turned into murder. Poor Gilda didn’t deserve that.”

Dudley mumbled, “Killing was never the plan.”

“And yet, Gilda is dead.” I frowned.

“That dumb, foolish woman,” he hissed, his composure slipping. “She left me no choice.”

Helen’s voice wavered as she asked, “Why did you have to kill her? Why did she have to die because of a stupid clock?”

Anger painted his face. “Stupid clock? This is an exquisite piece, lady. But then, you collect cat bobbleheads, so what would you know?”

Helen sputtered. “Those were my mother’s, not mine.”

“Sure. Sure.” He shook his head.

I said, “I still don’t understand how a woman’s life was less important than a clock.”

“Gilda was irrational, and that’s why she’s dead. She tried to blackmail me. She wanted me to sell the clock, and she wanted half. Can you believe it?” He growled. “This was never about the money. I collect clocks because I want to own them. I don’t sell them unless I get an irresistible offer. She was trying to force me to immediately sell this gorgeous work of art so she could get her cut. As if she deserved a cut? I did all the work. I discovered the clock. Why would she be entitled to anything at all? Simply because she noticed me creeping around Helen’s home? She was greedy, and she got what she deserved.”

I felt sick at the rage in his voice. There was no remorse. No regret at all. Gilda’s life had been meaningless to him. Maybe she’d been a fool to blackmail him, but she hadn’t deserved to have the life strangled out of her.

I guess my expression showed what I thought of him because he snarled, “Don’t pretend you’re better than me. You walk dogs for a living, and your pal there is an ex-con.”

“At least we’re not murderers,” Elwood said bitterly.

Dudley lifted the gun, and for one horrifying second, I thought he was going to shoot Elwood. But he didn’t. He stared at Elwood for a full minute, malice glittering in his eyes. Then without a word, he went back to sawing.

He was telling us way too much information. A dull ache settled in my chest as I realized why that was. He was going to kill us. At first, because he didn’t immediately shoot us, I thought he might spare us. Now I realized he was simply waiting until he got the clock free. If he shot us now, there was the possibility someone might hear the gunshots. He wasn’t going to risk that until he had his precious clock in his hot little hands. There was no question in my mind if Dudley had his way, we weren’t walking out of this alive.

So, Dudley couldn’t be allowed to have his way.

As the sawing continued, I kept hoping Dudley would set the gun down so he could focus on his task. But he didn’t. We were rapidly running out of time to make a move. I tried a few times to reach for my cell phone, but each time, Dudley would glance over.

I leaned into Elwood and said softly, “We have to do something.”

“Yes.”

“Can’t go down without a fight,” I whispered.

“Agreed.” Elwood gave a sharp nod.

“We have to protect Helen.” Sweat trickled down my spine, and I tried to keep my fear at bay.

“Absolutely,” Elwood rasped.

When the shelf broke free and the wooden encasing separated from the clock, real fear set in. We were minutes away from him shooting us. My breathing picked up as adrenaline pumped through my veins. I tensed my muscles, preparing for what was to come.

Before I could make a move, Elwood mumbled, “I’ll distract him. Get Helen out of here.” He staggard toward Dudley.

Helen screamed when Dudley raised the gun. By some miracle, Dudley’s reactions were too slow, and Elwood was able to tackle him. They went down with a thud, crashing into the cupboards of the buffet. Helen watched, eyes wide as the two men wrestled for control of the gun. I wanted to get Helen out of the garage, but it felt wrong to leave Elwood to fight Dudley alone. I also suspected she wouldn’t go. I decided it made more sense to help Elwood.

I moved to them and grabbed Dudley’s arm that held the gun. At one point, everything became a tangle of arms and legs, and I prayed I was grabbing the right person. I took a few elbows to the ribs, and when a shot rang out, my heart stuttered with fear.

I had no idea if either of them had been shot but prayed if there was a victim, it wasn’t Elwood. When no one cried out as if wounded, the vicious battle for control continued. When the big roll-up garage door began moving, it barely registered. But then Merrick was there, launching himself at Dudley. The next few minutes were a blur of swearing, punching, and more swearing. When the gun clattered to the ground, Merrick kicked it away. I grabbed it and backed away from the fight.

It took both Elwood and Merrick to subdue Dudley. He screamed and kicked, vowing vengeance. Eventually, Merrick managed to cuff Dudley, and finally, the wheezing crook gave up the fight.

Breathing hard, Merrick dragged Dudley to his feet. He read him his rights, and about that time, the garage was swarmed with cops. One burly cop led Dudley away, and Merrick came over to me.

“You good?” he asked, squeezing my shoulder.

“Yes.” I noticed he had a scrape on his cheek. “You got smacked.”

He gingerly touched his cheek. “I took an elbow to the face. No idea whose elbow.”

“Man, I was glad to see you.” I blew out a shaky breath, giving a weak smile. “Your timing was great.”

“I heard the shot.” He clenched his jaw.

“That guy is Brett’s brother, Dudley.” I felt sick adding, “He killed Gilda.”

Merrick’s gaze flickered. “We suspected Brett had an accomplice. He isn’t the mastermind type. However, he wouldn’t talk.”

“That’s what Dudley was counting on. The guy’s heartless. All he cares about is that damn clock.” I glanced over at the buffet, noticing the clock was hanging off the shelf precariously.

Merrick followed my gaze. “Wait. That’s what he was looking for this whole time?”

“Yeah. Apparently, it’s very valuable.”

Merrick scowled. “More valuable than a person’s life?”

“To him, it was.”

We were just in the way, so we moved outside to stand on the driveway. Crime scene tape was hung, and Helen, Elwood, and I gave our statements to an officer. The adrenaline was long gone from my body, and I was just drained. By the time we were cleared to leave the scene, I felt like a zombie.

Elwood volunteered to drive Helen to Charlene’s, and Merrick led me to his car. I was still dazed about the events of the night. When I’d first slid into Merrick’s car earlier tonight, I’d thought a fun-filled evening awaited me. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Merrick’s profile was illuminated by the orange dashboard light. I studied him, grateful to be alive. Dudley had been so cold it had been unsettling to witness. It was depressing to think that people like him were out there in the world, scheming and plotting to get what they wanted, no matter who it hurt.

“We didn’t get our date,” Merrick said softly.

I sighed. “No.”

“We’ll reschedule. Soon.”

“Sure.” I knew how busy he was, so I wouldn’t hold my breath.

He reached out and took my hand. “Your fingers are chilled.”

“I think I’m in shock.”

“Yes.” He squeezed my hand. “I’m thankful you’re okay, Kip. I was really scared when that garage door rolled up. I had no idea what I’d find.”

“I was scared too. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact Dudley felt murdering a person was justified because he wanted that antique clock. It’s always shocking when I see evil face-to-face like that.”

“It is shocking,” he muttered. “And you never get used to it.”

“Good, because the day humans get used to that is the day we’re doomed.”

“Don’t think about that. We’re still walking and breathing. It’s a good night.”

I smiled. “Spoken like a true cop.”

Epilogue

Naturally, Charlene was horrified at the story of what had happened at Helen’s but also a little miffed that she hadn’t gotten to take part in it.

Dudley ended up singing like a bird. I suspected the only reason he talked was to stroke his ego. He wanted everyone to know how smart he’d been to recognize the value of things that others had dismissed. It turned out Dudley had been stealing from the estates he’d been hired to assess for over a decade. With the help of Brett, he’d taken and sold hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of other people’s property.

The newspaper ran a big story about Dudley and his brother. The public seemed fascinated by the fact the men had been siblings. Although Brett had an extensive criminal record, he actually seemed remorseful about Gilda’s death. Dudley did not. Instead, Dudley seemed to enjoy the attention more than anything.

Helen wasn’t sure what to do with the clock that Dudley had removed from the buffet. She made some phone calls to various antique dealers, and was astounded to learn the clock was incredibly rare. The lowest estimate she got was that it might sell at auction for four-hundred-thousand dollars. How in the world Aunt Agatha had ended up with a clock that valuable, we’d never know.

Helen couldn’t bring herself to sell the clock because making money off of it when it had Gilda’s blood on it didn’t sit right with her. Instead, she rented a safe deposit box and put it away for safe keeping. She knew she’d have to deal with the clock someday, but now was not the time.

There were two bright spots in Helen’s world. She and Elwood were officially dating now, and Sheila and Rubin were getting a divorce, and their house was for sale. It turned out Rubin had a little problem with peering into people’s windows after a few drinks. Perhaps that explained why he’d been sneaking around Helen’s backyard that time Blair had seen him. Or perhaps it didn’t. Either way, Helen would be rid of that crazy family before too long.

The next few days after Dudley’s arrest, Merrick and I went back to our usual routine of only seeing each other in the wee hours. He wasn’t able to take lunches either, so our time was limited. I wondered if he was still being included in the St. Mary’s Hospital meetings but didn’t want to ask. I was afraid I’d be upset if he was making time for that but not me. It seemed best not to know.

Saturday night, I got off work and went straight home. I was too tired to stop and grab food, so I sat on the couch eating a cherry Popsicle, with Spot curled up beside me. Merrick had texted in the morning to say he’d come by at his usual time. I showered and returned to the couch, trying to think of how to amuse myself.

Spot started barking when there was a knock on the door. My pulse picked up because I recognized that knock. I got up and opened the door, and sure enough, Merrick stood there with flowers and a bottle of champagne.

“The sun hasn’t gone down yet. If you hurry and get dressed, we can go on a real date.” He grinned.

I gaped at him. “You’re so early.”

“I know.” He stepped inside and kissed me.

I felt giddy with his arm slung possessively around my waist and his warm mouth on mine. When the kiss ended, I studied him. He looked so happy I wasn’t sure what to make of him.

“What brought this on?” I asked.

He closed the door and headed to the kitchen. “We never got our date the other night. That’s not cool with me.” He opened the fridge and set the champagne inside. Then he grabbed a vase from the top of the cupboard and filled it with water. He glanced at me. “Why aren’t you getting dressed?”

“For real?”

“Yes. We’re going on a date. I just told you that.”

I smiled. “Will there be cocktails?”

“Well, duh.”

“In that case, I’ll be right back.” I hurried down the hall, glad I’d already showered. I dressed quickly in jeans and a black turtleneck, spraying on some cologne. When I returned to the kitchen, he was knelt down, talking to Spot.

He glanced up. “I was just apologizing to Spot for taking you away.”

“How considerate of you.”

“I thought so.” He gave Spot one final pat. “Let’s go.”

When we walked outside, there was an Uber waiting at the curb. I nodded my approval. Merrick opened the door for me. “I want to drink tonight, but I don’t think a DUI is a good look on a police chief.”

“Good thinking.” I slid inside.

Merrick took my hand, and I leaned against his shoulder. It felt so great to be going out together like a real couple. We’d been doing the midnight-oil thing so long I’d forgotten how fun it was to go to restaurants when the city was still alive and buzzing with energy.

We went to one of the best steak houses in town, Adam’s. The host was a young guy who chatted us up all the way to the table. The restaurant had modern décor with a palette of green and gray walls and beige velvet booths. Handmade brass chandeliers hung over each table, and jazz played softly in the background.

The meal was perfection: french onion soup and melt-in-your-mouth filets with creamed spinach. We had before-dinner cocktails, during-dinner wine, and after-dinner cocktails. Merrick had been wise to order an Uber because we were both toasted by the time we arrived home. I thoroughly enjoyed having Merrick’s full attention, and my cheeks hurt by the end of the date because I’d laughed so much.

We crawled into bed around 10:00 p.m., and it felt like the most amazing thing. We’d actually managed to spend the entire night together and still go to bed before midnight. Merrick was in an amorous mood, which suited me just fine, and despite drinking so much, I slept like a baby.

When I woke the next morning, for one second, I thought I was late for work. Then I remembered we were closed on Sundays and rolled over to find Merrick still snoring softly beside me. Even though technically he didn’t work on Sundays, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken up to find him still in the bed. He was usually either in the living room making calls or tapping away on his laptop.

I smiled as I watched him sleep. He looked unguarded and soft during slumber. His lashes were so thick and long they made me jealous. I wanted to trace his lips with my finger but didn’t want to wake him. I still hadn’t given him a key to my place, and he hadn’t mentioned it again. I’d had the key made though, and it was in my nightstand drawer. I kept stalling giving it to him. I wasn’t sure why.

When his eyes fluttered open, I expected him to look confused by where he was. But he just smiled, and my breath caught in my throat. The warmth in his eyes made my chest squeeze.

“Kip,” he said, his throat husky with sleep.

“I had so much fun last night.”

“Me too.” He watched me.

“I thought you’d be working in the living room. You never sleep in.” I brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. “Do you have a hangover?”

“Nope.”

“Are you just being lazy?” I smiled.

“Yep.”

“Well, that’s what Sundays are for.”

He gave a little laugh.

“Do you want me to make breakfast?”

He shook his head, his expression suddenly very serious. “I want to talk to you.”

My stomach tensed. “Okay.”

He adjusted his position, fluffing the pillows. He leaned against them and said quietly, “I thought we’d be closer than we are by now.”

I gave a sharp intake of breath. “Oh. Are you disappointed?”

A muscle flickered in his cheek. “I keep picturing the future, and I’m always alone.”

A chill ran through me. “I’m not there?”

“No.”

“God. That’s not good,” I said softly. He was always in my dreams of the future, why wasn’t I in his?”

“Think about it, Kip. We’ve been dating a little over a month. I don’t feel any closer to you than before we started dating.”

“Really?” I felt sick at his words. “But… I… I feel closer to you.”

“No, you don’t. You’re just saying that because you think I need to hear it. We’re stalled, Kip. Is what we have enough for you?”

“Merrick, I truly do feel closer.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Kip.”

My heart started to beat faster because I was terrified of where this conversation was going. Was this the speech I’d always feared? The “I need more than you can give me.” Speech? Had Peter heard this speech? Had all the other countless men Merrick had dated and dumped heard this same speech?

“We had such a good time last night,” I mumbled. “It was perfect.”

“Yeah, it was.” His smile was sad. “But you’re never going to trust me.”

I felt sick. This was it. I’d known all along it was coming. I felt like my heart was being ripped out. Why wasn’t I prepared for this? I’d known it was coming. I’d thought I was prepared. I was losing Merrick. Just like I’d known all along.

I knew you’d do this. I knew you’d do this. I knew I’d lose you.

He sighed and repeated, “You’re never going to trust me.”

“Merrick.” My throat was so tight I could barely speak. “I will, Merrick,” I croaked. “I do.”

I jerked awake.

I was covered in sweat, and my head was pounding. In the living room, I heard the sound of Merrick typing on his laptop. Tap. Tap. Tap. My eyes stung as relief swamped me. It had only been a dream. Thank, God. It had only been a dream. A horrible, horrible dream.

Merrick was still mine.

Shaken, I got out of bed and opened the nightstand drawer. I searched until I found the little gold key I’d had made. I made my way unsteadily into the living room. Merrick was there on the couch, scowling at his laptop screen. His hair was damp from his shower, and when a floorboard creaked, he looked up.

He smiled. “Hey, sleepyhead. You’re finally up?”

I had a lump in my throat as I reached him. My hands shook as I sat beside him. The nightmare still lingered, gnawing at me. But Merrick was still mine, and that was what I wanted. I wanted that more than anything in this world. But he needed to know that. Otherwise, he might give up on me.

“Are you okay?” He frowned.

I held out the key and pressed it into the palm of his hand. He looked down at it and then back up at me, obviously surprised.

I licked my lips and whispered, “I love you, Merrick.”

He blinked at me.

I moved into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I inhaled his familiar cologne, shivering. He smelled like sunshine and the ocean. He smelled like my childhood and happiness. He smelled like Merrick. My Merrick.

“Kip?” He pushed his laptop away, slipping his arms around me.

Pressing my face to his warm skin, I gritted my teeth and repeated, “I love you, Merrick. Don’t give up on me.”

“Never.” His voice was husky. “If I was gonna give up, I’d have done it a long time ago. While I still had some pride.” He tightened his arms. “You probably already know this, but I love you too. I’ve loved you my whole life.”

“Are you sure?”

“Am I sure?” he rumbled. “Yeah, Kip, I’m sure.”

When he kissed me, I felt better. His eyes were affectionate, and he looked so happy.

I said gruffly, “When do I get your key?”

He grimaced, looking a little sheepish. “Oh, well, I put mine on your keychain the first week we started dating.”

“What?”

He grinned. “I knew you’d fall in love with me. It was just a matter of time, kid.”

In the past his arrogance might have annoyed me. But not today. Not now. “I had the most dreadful dream.”

“Did you?” He frowned.

I nodded, wincing.

I keep picturing the future, and I’m always alone.

He wrinkled his brow. “You sure you want to give me a key, Kip? I’m not going anywhere either way.”

“I want to give you my key. Do you know why, Merrick?”

“Why?”

I swallowed hard. “Because when I see the future, you’re always there with me.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“I see the same thing, kid.” A slow smile spread across his face. “But then, I always have.”

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Last Chance

Kip O'Connor M/M Cozy Mysteries Book Three

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