Hollywood Scandals (17 page)

“
What’s that smell?” I asked, wrinkling my nose as I followed the offending odor to the kitchen. On the stove a muddy brown mixture bubbled to a boil in a large pot.

“
Your Aunt Sue made goulash,” Aunt Millie proclaimed, shuffling into the kitchen, Aunt Sue a step behind. Millie squinted down into the pot behind her monstrous glasses. “It looks delicious to me.”

That wasn’t saying much.

I got closer to the pot and sniffed. “What did you put in it?”

“
All the usual stuff,” Aunt Sue answered. “Onions, potatoes, paprika.”

That didn’t sound so bad.

“
Oh, but we were out of beef, so I dumped a can of Spam in instead.”

I felt a gag reflex kick up in the back of my throat.

“
Actually, I’m really not that hungry tonight. I think I might just go for a swim.”

“
You’re too skinny. You need to eat,” Millie protested.

I looked down at her shrunken form. “I’ll eat later,” I promised.

“
Suit yourself,” Aunt Sue replied. “Millie and I are going down to the community room. They got bingo tonight.”

“
You sure that’s a good idea?” The idea of the hear-no-good, see-no-good twins gambling didn’t strike me as stellar.

But she waved me off. “Don’t worry, I only got ten bucks in my pocket. The way I play, I’ll be home by the time
Jeopardy!
comes on.”

“
Have a ball,” I said.

“
What?”

“
Have a ball!”

“
Well, sure you can go to the mall! Honey, you’re an adult, you don’t need to ask my permission anymore.” She kissed me on both cheeks.

Swell.

I saw them out the door, then slipped into my bedroom. It was still in a state of mild disarray from the night before, piles of clothes off their hangers, two slashed pillows facedown in the corner, the top of my dresser littered with the entire contents of my desk. I ignored it all, the sight just adding more tension to my already overtaxed shoulders. Instead, I waded through the chaos to my dresser, threw open the top drawer and, after digging only a few minutes, found my pink, polka dotted bikini. I threw it on, added a pair of cut-off shorts, flip flops and a towel and slipped out the back, not wanting another confrontation with Cal, and headed toward the pool.

The Palm Grove complex consisted of thirty-three units, set in a series of connecting lanes that made a circular pattern. In the middle was a community center where senior yoga was taught in the mornings, watercolors in the afternoons, and movie nights and bingo in the evenings. Next to the center was the swimming pool that was largely occupied by aqua aerobics by day, but once the sun went down and the temperature dipped below eighty, was virtually abandoned. Like now.

I stepped out of my flip flops, tossed my towel on a folding chaise and ditched my shorts. I dipped one toe into the shallow end, testing the water. Crisp, cool. Perfect.

I walked around to the twelve-footer mark, raised my arms up, and dove in head first. The cool water washed over me, blocking out all sight, sound, and feeling but the energizing water. It was total sensory deprivation, and I loved it.

I surfaced, sucking in a long breath of air, then dove back under, kicking my legs behind me. Immediately I fell into a familiar rhythm. Arms pumping, legs kicking, steady, even breath breaking the surface in measured time. I reached the side, flipped around, then did it again.

Five laps in, I was beginning to hit my stride. My muscles felt relaxed for the first time in days. In the pool there was no threat, there was no boss, there was no perky Barbie doll vying for my stories. There was just me, the cool sensation, and muscles pumping in time to the steady rhythm of my breath as my body sliced through the water.

I’m not sure how many laps I did, but by the time I surfaced, I was breathing hard and the strain had seeped out of me, replaced by a lax, loose feeling that left my body sighing in relief.

One that, unfortunately, didn’t last for long.

I looked up to find Cal standing at the end of the pool, a lopsided grin creasing his face in the sparse moonlight.

“
What?” I asked, wiping the chlorine out of my eyes.

“
Cute bikini.”

Despite the cool water covering my skin, I felt my cheeks flush. “Can it,” I said, pulling myself out of the water. Self-consciously, I wrapped a towel around my middle. “What are you doing out here?”

“
Watching you.” His eyes roved to my midriff as if to illustrate the point.

The flush kicked up a notch, and I tugged my towel higher. “I’m fine.”

“
You are not fine,” he argued. “There’s a reason Felix hired me. So, next time you leave the house, ask me first, okay?”

“
No.” I felt my chin tilt up a notch.

Cal’s left eyebrow hitched in response. “No?”

“
No.” I crossed my arms over my chest. A slightly childish gesture, I’ll admit. But the truth was, I was tired of being bullied. By Felix, by Allie, by Cal, by the freak show who was threatening me. Even Pines was ordering me to buy him porn! I wanted some say in my own life again. And I was taking it.

Even if it was with childish defiance.

“
No. I don’t need your permission to live my life, Cal.”

Cal rolled his eyes. “Bender-”

But I wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

“
I’m sick and tired of being treated like I can’t take care of myself, like I can’t think for myself. I know you think I’m some ridiculous little chick-”

“
That’s not true.”

“
-but I got along fine on my own before you came along, and I’ll get along fine well after your taillights fade into the distance. I can handle this. So you can quit ordering me around like I’m your German Shepherd or something. ‘Sit, stay, beg to leave the house.’”

“
I know this arrangement wasn’t your idea.”

“
No, it wasn’t. And I’m sick and tired of people thinking they know what’s best for me.”

“
Maybe we do know what’s best for you. Look, I know you’re angry, and I know you’re scared by all this-”

“
I’m not scared!” I protested.

“
Well, I am,” he shouted back.

Which shocked me into silence. Looking at his compact build, sleek reflexes, gun bulging from his jeans (at least, I’m pretty sure that bulge was a gun…) I couldn’t imagine Cal being scared of anything.

“
You are?” I asked quietly.

He took a step closer. Instinctively, I tried to take one back, calves coming up against the side of the lounge chair.

“
Yes, I am. You’re reckless. You’re dishonest. You’re stubborn. You make enemies wherever you go.”

“
Gee, way to flatter a girl.”

“
You’re also vulnerable. Alone. And too smart for your own good.”

I swallowed, suddenly having to concentrate on the most automatic of body movements.

“
I’m scared something’s going to happen to you,” he said, his voice low. Intimate. Close.

I shivered in the cool night air, goosebumps brewing along my arms as his gaze moved slowly over me, resting on my face.

His hand came up. I held my breath as he brushed a strand of wet hair from my forehead, tucking it behind my ear.

I licked my lips, wondering what he’d do next. Wondering what I
wanted
him to do next.

His eyes went dark, his features soft. He leaned in until I could smell the coffee on his warm breath as it grazed my cheek.

“
Tina,” he whispered.

My heart was racing, my breath stuck in my throat, anticipation and fear mixing an uneasy cocktail in the pit of my stomach. Yet it was the best feeling I’d felt in a long time. Was he going to kiss me? Did I want him to?

I stood on tip-toe, leaning in.

But I never got the chance to find out.

Sirens erupted behind me. Muted at first, but gaining intensity at a rate that completely broke the moment, both of us turning to watch as an ambulance screeched into the Palm Grove complex.

Quite frankly, ambulances here were not an unusual sight. Considering the average age of the residents was high enough to put half of them on the Grim Reaper’s waiting list, we were on a first-name basis with at least three local paramedics.

But the way this one tore through the complex, zipping up Paradise Lane, I could tell something wasn’t right. Something that became even less right as it turned onto Oasis Terrace.

And pulled to a halt right outside my condo.

Chapter Eleven

I froze for a full ten seconds before adrenaline flooded my system, and I sprinted toward the flashing lights of the ambulance. I felt Cal a step behind me, his heavy boots thumping along the pavement in time to the slap of my bare feet. Somewhere near Haven Circle I lost my towel, but I didn’t care. My entire being was focused on my home, where a police car had just joined the ambulance, a pair of uniformed officers following the paramedics through my front door.

Aunt Sue. Millie.

I should never have left the house. I should have made Cal come in with me. I should never have written those damned columns, should never have taken this damned job, should never have butted my nose into other people’s business. If anything happened to Aunt Sue…

Flashing red and blue lights painted the scene in garish hues, bouncing off our stoic pink flamingo. I felt a choking sob escape my throat as I hit the front door.

A uniformed officer held out an arm, barring my entrance.

“
I need to get inside. My aunt,” I cried, desperation slurring my speech, making me sound like some hysterical horror movie heroine. Behind him I could make out the shapes of two paramedics, heard the sounds of
Jeopardy!
blaring from the TV.

“
She lives here. What’s going on?” Cal asked, coming up behind me.

The uniform looked from me to him, his expression unreadable. Which did absolute nothing to quell the fear rising in my throat.

“
You better take her away,” the uniform finally told Cal.

Like hell.

I shoved at the officer’s arm, pushing my way into the foyer.

Which was far enough to see just what had prompted the guy’s poker face.

Laying on the living room carpet, facedown, was a figure clad in a blue polyester track suit, her pink scalp visible between her tight, white curls. And beneath her, an ugly red stain spread on our beige Berber.

I heard a scream and was only vaguely aware that it might be coming from me. My legs collapsed, and I landed in a heap on the floor. Two arms instantly went around my middle, lifting up and dragging me back outside. I closed my eyes, shaking my head defiantly from side to side as a strong chest pressed against my face. It couldn’t be. I refused to believe it. Aunt Sue was fine. That scene, it hadn’t just happened. This was a dream. A very bad dream that I’d wake up from any minute now.

“
I’m sorry,” Cal whispered into my hair. And I realized I was sobbing, tears soaking the front of his shirt as he held me tight. So tight I almost couldn’t breathe. So tight I wasn’t sure he’d ever let go. Then again, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted him to.

I don’t know how long we stood like that, but it felt like an eternity. I began to shiver in the cool breeze, my wet bathing suit clinging to my skin. I felt Cal drape his jacket around my shoulders. It was warm and smelled like soap and leather. I shut my eyes, inhaling the scent. Trying to focus on just that one scent, trying to block out the horrible flashing lights still bathing our neighborhood in ominous light.

“
What’s going on here?”

My head shot up, my voice catching in my throat. I spun around.

To find Aunt Sue and Millie striding across the lawn.

I launched myself at them, tackling Aunt Sue around her middle. Huge tears flowed down my cheeks. Only this time, they were in relief.

“
Ohmigod, you’re alive.”

“
Well, of course I’m alive. It was just bingo,” she shot back, detaching me. “And you’ve got my shirt all wet. Where are your clothes?”

I choked back a laugh, relief replacing the grief which had replaced the fear, which all had me feeling limp, tired and amazed I could even still stand.

“
What’s going on?” Aunt Millie asked, squinting at the flashing lights through her glasses. “You having some sort of party?”

“
I thought she was dead. The body. Our carpet. It’s red.” I realized I was babbling. I stopped. Took a deep breath. Then hugged Aunt Sue again.

“
I have no idea what you’re saying, peanut,” she confessed, “but, I hope you’re as glad to see me when I tell you I lost fifty bucks.”

“
I don’t care,” I mumbled into her curls as I squeezed her midsection.

“
I’ll be right back,” Cal said, moving away from our group to talk to the uniform, his brow drawn in concern. Which I didn’t blame him for. As I released Aunt Sue, I realized that even though my loved ones were still alive and well, things were not hunky dory. There was a dead body on my living room floor. If it wasn’t Aunt Sue or Millie, who the hell was it?