Cross My Heart (20 page)

Hunter tried for pragmatic logic. “Don't you want that relationship to be real and not based on a middleman who might not be what's right for her?” Hunter asked.

“I can't argue with that and I'm not as big a fool as you might think. But I just can't let myself wonder about what would happen if you're right about Marc. I don't want to imagine myself all alone in the world again.” She stepped back, pulling her hand out of his. She nearly tripped on a chair, steadying herself before he could help her.

Her pain lanced through him. “Molly, I'm sorry.”

She shook her head. “Maybe. But you care more about being right than you do about what I need. I'll let you know if I find out anything.” Without another word, she darted past him and wove her way through the crowd until she disappeared from view.

T
he next morning, Lacey curled up on the bed in Ty's old room with Digger by her side. She opened her agenda and phone book and checked in with all of her clients, making sure everyone was happy with the week's service and nothing had been missed in her absence. Then she called Laura to check on how the employees were handling things. To her relief, all was well but still, a part of her missed being needed. She'd been gone for a while now and the business she'd previously thrown all of her attention and devotion into was running smoothly without her.

With a professional cleaning service airing out and cleaning Ty's apartment, she had nothing useful to do there, either, at least according to him. And he refused to let her take a walk without him. He was busy with a potential client in his mother's den while Flo had gone out for the day with Dr. Sanford, her new
friend,
as he'd been introduced. Lacey grinned because Flo had looked so happy it was contagious.

Antsy, she decided to do some digging on her uncle without Ty's help. She rummaged through her purse for the number Molly had given her last night. But when she dialed the other woman at work, her secretary said Molly had taken the day off. Lacey tried her at home next.

“Hello?” Molly answered the phone.

“Hi, it's Lacey.” She pushed herself up against the pillows. “I thought you'd be at work.”

“I wasn't feeling up to it.”

Lacey frowned. “Are you sick?”

“Sick of everything,” Molly muttered.

“What's wrong? If it has to do with my uncle, I promise not to pass judgment,” Lacey said, crossing her fingers behind her back. At the very least, she wouldn't say anything to upset her new friend.

Molly drew a breath so deep, Lacey heard it on the other end of the line. “Last night Hunter accused him of being behind the attempts on your life.”

“I'm sorry.” Lacey shut her eyes, feeling badly for both of them.

“Well, I went to Marc and flat-out asked him.”

Lacey practically flew into a sitting position. “You told him we thought he was after me?”

Molly paused. “If it was true, knowing you suspected him would hardly stop him. Besides, none of you thinks he's doing his own dirty work, am I right?”

“Probably,” Lilly admitted. “What did he say?” She twisted the phone cord around her finger until it cut off her circulation, then released the tension before rewinding the cord again.

“He said he could understand why you'd all come to that conclusion but it's not him.”

“And you believed him.”

Molly could hear the question in Lacey's voice. And she couldn't blame Lacey for asking. “The thing is, I want to believe him,” she said softly. “I need to believe him. My mother's been married four other times. The first time to my father and that lasted for about five years, if you include the separation period. The next time I was eight and she made me stay home with a nanny. The next two times, I was at boarding school and then college. Not once did she ever ask me to come home, let alone be a part of the ceremony. This time, she wants me to be a bridesmaid when she marries Marc.” As always when she talked about her mother's neglect, a lump grew large in her throat and she couldn't have spoken more even if she'd wanted to.

Which she didn't. She'd unloaded enough on someone who was practically a stranger. Then again, Lacey didn't feel like a stranger. Hunter had been right, damn him. Molly liked Lacey after all.

“I get it.” Lacey's voice traveled through the phone line. “Marc is the first person who's brought you closer to your mother instead of further away.”

“Exactly,” Molly said, glad the other woman had made the connection. “Hunter knows that and he tries to understand but I can't deal with him on this subject.”

“But you can deal with me?” Lacey asked incredulously.

“How is that when I'm the one whose very existence has everyone in turmoil?”

Molly leaned her head back and laughed, understanding Lilly's question completely. She shut the top of the washing machine and moved into the kitchen, easing into a chair. “Here's the thing. If you lived here, I think we could be friends. But I don't have an emotional connection to you. So I can talk things through and we can disagree and I don't feel betrayed or hurt. And I can't expect you to take my side and be disappointed when you don't.”

Which seemed to happen more and more with Hunter when it came to Marc Dumont.

“Am I making sense or talking nonsense?” Molly asked.

“Making sense.” Lacey chuckled. “I just wish things were different for both you and Hunter.”

Molly smiled. “Thank you for that. So now that we've covered my problems, what can I do for you?”

Lacey paused for so long, Molly knew what the subject would be and braced herself.

“Well it's awkward,” Lacey said at last, confirming Molly's hunch. “But as you said, we seem to be able to talk to each other. So here goes. I have a couple of questions on the subject of my uncle and the trust fund. I'd like answers if you're comfortable giving them.”

“I'll see what I can do,” Molly said despite the tension building inside her.

“You know I stand to inherit the trust fund when I turn twenty-seven, right?”

“Actually, I haven't seen the agreement. I'd only gotten as far as meeting with Marc about the possibility of him claiming the trust. You came back alive before I could look into it.”

“Well, the gist of it is, I inherit on my next birthday which just happens to be in a few weeks. That's why whoever wants me dead needs to make it happen before my birthday arrives and I claim the trust. After that, it's a moot point.”

Lacey had diplomatically said
whoever
wanted her dead and didn't outright name Marc. Molly appreciated her attempt at being impartial. “What can I do to help?” Molly asked.

“I'd just like to know what Uncle Marc and Paul Dunne's current relationship is. My understanding is that the two met yesterday not long after we met with Paul at his office. I need to know why. Coincidence? Or are they in cahoots somehow?”

“Hunter asked me the same thing last night and I shut him out.” Molly closed her eyes tight. “I'll find out,” she promised Lacey.

Because she couldn't go on hiding from the truth forever.

“You don't know how much I appreciate it,” Lacey said, gratitude evident in her tone.

Molly swallowed hard. “One more thing?”

“Of course.”

“Tell Hunter that Anna Marie and I had coffee this morning and I asked her about Fred Mercer's current case and she filled me in completely. I have no connection whatsoever to Fred and no reason for asking but Anna Marie gave up all the details I wanted.”

Based on Hunter's request, Molly had pumped the older woman for information about a stranger just for the hell of it.

“Tell him if Anna Marie gave up that kind of information to me, she'd have no problem revealing Hunter's information to her brother.” Molly gripped the receiver hard, knowing that each step she took brought her closer to some kind of revelation that would either clear the man who'd given her the beginning of a family—or destroy her hopes of ever having one.

“Molly?” Lacey asked.

“Yes?”

“You're the best,” the other woman said. “And I know Hunter feels the same way.”

Molly didn't know what to say, so she merely said a soft goodbye and hung up the phone.

Her throat hurt from holding back the tears. From knowing that in promising Lacey she'd get the information she needed, Molly had given her more than she'd ever given Hunter. At this point, Molly wouldn't blame him if he gave up on her. The thought stung. She knew she wasn't helping her own cause, but right now she didn't feel as though she could.

 

T
Y LET HIS NEWEST CLIENT
, an older woman who wanted to find the daughter she'd given up for adoption years ago, out the door. He promised her he'd begin at least a preliminary search now and he'd be in touch as soon as he had any leads. Ty knew he'd have to turn part of the workload over to Frank Mosca until he had time to resume his normal schedule. His life, Lilly's life, were both on hold until she claimed her trust fund. After that, who knew what would happen next.

Ironically while they were in limbo, they were getting reacquainted. A part of him was overjoyed, another part cautious and wary. Because while they remained here in Hawken's Cove, they were living Ty's life. He didn't know how she felt about the future and with all the turmoil in her life at the moment, it would be unfair of him to ask.

If and when they ever had that kind of conversation, there had to be nothing pulling them together except mutual desire. No trust fund, no death threats, no Alex, he thought, wondering if the other man was really a nonissue or if Lilly's feelings for the guy would return when she did. He refused to think about that while he had her here with him.

He walked into the bedroom she was using at his mother's and found her deep in thought, papers spread out around the bed. Digger lifted her lazy head up off the mattress, eyed Ty with a bored stare and laid her head back down again. The dog no longer fawned over Ty as if he was a new and exciting treat. Apparently his newness had worn off. Ty hoped Lilly didn't get tired of him as quickly.

She wore a white robe she'd bought during their quick trip to Target for basics. In the time she'd been here, he'd learned she loved to lounge in a terry bathrobe, giving him a good view of her long legs. The tie cinched her waist and the deep V in her cleavage drove him mad. Just because he'd grown used to the sight didn't mean it had stopped affecting him.

Each time he viewed her in that fluffy robe looking soft and ready, he grew hard immediately. His desire for her never ceased to amaze him, along with the deep feelings she dredged up from places inside him he thought long shut off from the rest of the world.

“Hey there,” he said, letting her know he was there.

She glanced up at him and she smiled wide, her pleasure at seeing him obvious. “Hi, yourself. Good meeting?” she asked.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Actually yes. I've got myself a new client.”

She nodded. “Excellent!” Her eyes glittered with excitement, then suddenly dulled without warning. “Wait. You can't devote yourself to a new case if you're worried about me all the time. Neither of us planned such a long stay and we certainly didn't count on having your apartment destroyed all because of me.” She began to gather up her papers in a frenzied state as she continued. “I'm going to go back to New York until my birthday. My uncle won't follow me there. Now that the fire department has declared the fire arson and not an accident, he must know the police are keeping an eye on him. He'd be a fool to go after me now.”

Ty wasn't letting her go anywhere, but first he needed to calm her down. “Stop for a minute and listen.” He sat down beside her, then placed a hand over hers, stilling her movements.

Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his.

“First, the police have our statements but they have no proof your uncle is involved with anything. We're watching him, but they're only in the background if something happens again. It's not the same thing as round-the-clock police surveillance. Do you understand what I'm saying?”

She nodded. “That you don't think I'm safe back home alone.”

“Correct. Second, we're in this together. We always have been. Have I given you any reason to think you need to go it alone now?”

“No, but—”

He silenced her by leaning over and placing his lips on hers. He lingered there, savoring the minty taste of toothpaste and Lilly, his body reacting to her nearness, the desire for her building by the minute.

“No buts,” he said, as he pulled back. “Now what did I interrupt when I came in?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.

“Work. Everything's running smoothly but I was just going over some changes in scheduling for next week and making sure it clicked with the amount of girls I have on hand.” She stacked the papers and put them on the nightstand. “I have other news,” she said, the light returning to her eyes.

“And what would that be?” he asked, glad for any subject that didn't include her going back to New York.

“I called Molly this morning. We had a long talk and she revealed a few interesting things. First, you and Hunter were right. Anna Marie could have been feeding information to her brother Paul. Probably not as a way to intentionally derail us, though. But it is possible that her brother used her love of gossip to further his own ends. We just don't know what those are.” She pounded her fist against the mattress in frustration.

Ty thought for a moment. “It could be as a favor to Dumont. There's really no other reason for Paul Dunne to want to get Hunter out of the way.”