Hotshot (27 page)

Finn was back with the package in hand, so they all walked out together. Peyton waited until they were back home to ask him what he was going to cook for their dinner. His track record was abysmal. If history was an indicator, she had a feeling she’d be going to bed hungry.

“I know you told Lars you were taking care of dinner, but I could cook tonight. Something light,” she offered.

“No, I’ve got it covered,” he insisted.

“What are we having?”

“It’s a surprise.”

At seven o’clock there was a knock on the door, and Peyton opened it to find a waiter from Leonard’s standing there with a large tray. Finn took it from him, set it on the table, and lifted the silver domes off the plates. Underneath were fabulous steak dinners. Peyton didn’t know how hungry she was until she took her first bite. The steaks were grilled to perfection and after eating every last morsel, she complimented Finn on his extraordinary culinary skills and thanked him for the delicious surprise.

“That’s not the only surprise,” he said. “I have some after-dinner entertainment for you.”

“What is it?” she asked.

He went to the island and opened the package he’d picked up at the office. “It’s a DVD of Randolph’s announcement in Dalton. Hutton burned a couple of discs, thinking you might want to keep one to remind yourself what a good thing you did. Would you like to see it?”

“I’d love to watch it.”

Finn took her hand and led her to the sofa. After slipping the disc into the player, he settled down next to her.

The murmur of the crowd as the employees filed into the auditorium sounded like bees buzzing. One camera focused on the stage. Another camera scanned the audience. Peyton saw Bridget push her way to the front row. She was wearing ridiculously high heels. The side door opened, and Drew and Eileen stepped into the spotlight. The sight of him made Peyton’s skin crawl. She gripped her hands together as she watched him.

Finn must have felt the tension in her body because he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.

“Look how he’s trying to work the crowd,” Finn said.

Peyton leaned back against him and didn’t say another word until Randolph made his announcement. She watched Drew’s face. It was frozen in the most benign mask, and she could only imagine what was underneath. His eyes widened a fraction the second he heard her voice over the speakers, but as fast as a blink, he was looking bored again.

“He sees the security guards coming,” Finn said.

They both watched Drew shrug off his wife’s clutching hand and stand. He made a show of adjusting his tie, then turned and strode off the stage.

“Did you see that?” Finn asked.

“See what?”

He reached for the remote and backed up the video. “Watch closely and tell me what you see when Drew gets up and walks off the stage.”

“I don’t see anything,” Peyton said.

“Watch his head,” Finn told her as he went back a few seconds.

Peyton looked more closely. “He’s looking at someone and nodding.”

Finn played it one more time. “He’s not just nodding, he’s giving a signal.”

“You’re right,” Peyton said, moving closer to the screen. “It’s Bridget.”

As the video continued to play, they could see the crowd become still, listening to the rest of the recording. Some people looked at those sitting on either side of them and shook their heads in disbelief, but no one noticed Bridget slipping out the side door.

“I’ll bet she chased after Drew,” Peyton said.

“No, she went to his office. Erik had posted a security guard at the door so that Drew couldn’t take anything. The guard told us a woman came to him crying, and when he wouldn’t let her in the office, she got really upset. He said he couldn’t imagine any woman caring that much about the bastard.”

“The woman was Bridget,” Peyton concluded.

“Yes,” Finn said.

“What was the signal Drew was giving her? What do you think she wanted from his office?”

“Hutton watched them pack up every single item and cart it off. If it wasn’t nailed to the floor, it went into boxes and out the door. They’ve got a list of everything they boxed up. I looked it over before I left Dalton, and I don’t remember seeing anything out of the ordinary. Maybe I’ll have Hutton e-mail it to me and take another look. There might be something there.”

“Like a rifle?” she teased.

“Yeah, like a rifle.”

“Can’t Drew demand his things back?”

“He has demanded them back. He’s not getting them, though, not for a while. Randolph Swift is holding on to them.”

Peyton watched Finn as he became very quiet, mulling over what he had just discovered. His brow creased in lines of concentration. Even as he was lost in thought, he didn’t stop touching her. At first he had his arm around her shoulder rubbing her arm, and then his other hand began to slowly move up and down her thigh. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he looked over at her. He kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear and his warm breath tickled her skin giving her goose bumps. She closed her eyes and with a soft moan she leaned into him and turned her face to his.

Finn wasn’t tentative. He kissed her with such raw passion, letting her know that she belonged to him, only him. It was only after he’d ended the kiss that she came to her senses. “No, we aren’t doing this again.”

Standing, she wagged her finger at him. “We want different things, remember? You don’t ever want to get married or have children,” she reminded. “I do. So, please, leave me alone.”

Time to give herself another talking-to, she told herself, and she rushed to her bedroom and closed the door. She knew she kept giving Finn mixed signals. One minute she was telling him not to touch her, and the next she was throwing herself into his arms. No wonder he was confused. He was confused, wasn’t he? She supposed she’d have to ask him before apologizing. Once she explained, there wouldn’t be any more mixed signals.

Finn called to her. “Peyton, get your suit on. We’re going swimming. I need to think.”

Even though her bedroom door was closed Finn could hear her groan. Grinning, he went into his bedroom to find his swim trunks.

Peyton was in a quandary. Should she go with him or not? Seeing him nearly naked again was definitely not a good idea. But then, what harm could there be in a little exercise? Wearing the string bikini was out of the question. She wanted to discourage him, not encourage him, so, after weighing her choices for several minutes, she put on her old, reliable but boring, pink two-piece suit, grabbed her robe, and met him at the door.

He pointedly glanced at his watch, impatient.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I didn’t take all that long,” she said.

“Twenty minutes to put on a damn suit?”

She heard about the importance of being punctual all the way over to the hotel. By the time he unlocked the door to the pool, he had wound down. She hadn’t said a word, just nodded every once in a while to encourage him to continue, and she realized once again how much she was like her mother. Her father liked to occasionally go on a rant about something or other inconsequential, and her mother would seem to be concentrating on his every word, but she really wasn’t. She was usually thinking about something she needed to get done.

Content to sit on the side of the pool while Finn did laps, Peyton thought about her parents and came to the conclusion that they had a good marriage. Odd, but she’d never really given it much thought until now.

She watched as Finn glided back and forth, back and forth. She knew he found peace when he was in the water. His mind cleared and he could work out problems as soon as he fell into the rhythm of his strokes. Whatever was bothering him tonight must be very complicated, she thought, because he had done countless laps without a break.

She didn’t know how long she’d been sitting there with her legs dangling in the pool, thinking about life in general and Finn in particular, when he suddenly rose out of the water in front of her. Neither one of them said a word as he stared into her eyes.

“I love you, Peyton.”

He put his hands on the lip of the pool, lifted up, and kissed her, then dropped under the water and went back for another lap.

Peyton couldn’t move. She tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What had just happened? Did he say what she thought he said? No, her ears were playing tricks on her. She was mistaken.

The next time he surfaced in front of her, he said it again. “I love you.”

She slipped into the water and had every intention of letting him wait for her while she did a lap, but she didn’t get far. He came up underneath her and, before she realized what he was doing, he turned on his back and she was stretched out on top of him. How were they staying afloat? She decided she would let him worry about keeping them above water. Stacking her hands, she rested her chin on his chest. The warmth in his eyes sent shivers along her spine, and she whispered, “I love you, too. I’ve loved you for a very long time.”

He wrapped his arms around her and they sank beneath the water. He kissed her under water and again when they surfaced.

“Marry me.” It wasn’t a question but a demand.

“Why?” she asked. Pulling away from him she climbed out of the pool and reached for her robe.

Finn didn’t push for an immediate answer. He knew his proposal had shocked her and he owed her an explanation, but he decided he would wait until they were in bed before telling her what was in his heart. Maybe by then he would find the right words to convince her.

Their walk back to the condominium was silent until she glanced up at him and said, “You know what they say. Once burned, twice shy.”

“No one says that,” he replied.

Peyton knew he didn’t understand how scared she was. Finn didn’t believe in marriage, so why was he asking her to marry him? What changed his mind? She was determined to find out before she gave him her answer.

After a shower, she put on her nightgown and got into bed. Then she patiently waited for Finn. The room was dark except for a dim light from down the hall. She had left the door wide open, and she could hear him on the phone. He was still talking as he walked in and sat down beside her. She could tell the phone call frustrated him, but she didn’t ask him who was on the line or what the conversation was about.

Finn turned to her with every intention of explaining, but she looked so provocative, he changed his mind. He had her flat on her back in a second and was settled between her thighs. Now that she was where he wanted her, he calmed down. He kissed the pulse beating wildly at the base of her neck, then moved up and tugged on her earlobe. Her soft moan told him she liked that.

“I want you,” he whispered. “I always want you.”

He showed her how much he loved her as he worked his way down her body. Frantic to have her, he didn’t remember removing his clothes or hers. The feel of her naked body pressed against his was exquisite, and she was every bit as aggressive as he was. Their lovemaking was uninhibited. He brought her to a climax twice before he allowed his own, and it was glorious.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Peyton barely had the energy to move. The scent of their lovemaking surrounded them, and she was blissfully content.

“Peyton?” Finn said softly.

“Hmm?” she purred.

He gently stroked her hair with his fingertips. “There are things about my life you should understand.”

She raised up on her elbow so she could look at him.

“I’ve seen some pretty awful things,” he continued. “There’s real evil in the world, and when you come face-to-face with it, it sticks in your head. You can’t get away from it. Even when you’re asleep.”

In the shadows she could see him staring at the ceiling as though envisioning some horrific scene, and she wondered what horrible things were lodged in his memory.

“As hard as some of those situations have been, I’ve only been scared . . . really scared . . . twice in my life,” he said. “I’ve been in knife fights, gunfights, brawls. I was never scared then. The adrenaline would be there, but I was doing my job. The first time was when I was fourteen and looked out my window and saw you go under the water. I almost froze, I was so scared. To this day I haven’t forgotten that feeling.”

He rubbed his hand down her back as he continued. “The second time was when Braxton sent me that text that your car blew up and you were on the way to the hospital. I didn’t know how bad it was, didn’t know if you were going to live or die. That same god-awful feeling of real terror was there inside me. I love you, and I don’t want to live without you. I’m better with you. It’s as simple as that . . . and as liberating. Marry me.”

There were tears in her eyes when she answered him. “I have to stay here a full year—”

“We’ll work it out. Marry me.”

“I want children.”

“I do, too . . . with you. Marry me.”

Her smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

P
eyton wanted to wait until Uncle Len returned to Bishop’s Cove to make the announcement. He had sent a text saying he expected to see them in two weeks. Peyton wasn’t sure she could keep silent that long, but she was determined to try.

The following morning she and Finn walked into a firestorm. Christopher furiously paced around the office, and Lucy was fit to be tied. The only calm person was Debi. She sat at her desk with a notepad and pen, waiting to be given an assignment. Mimi stood in the doorway of her office, arms folded, frowning.

“What happened?” Finn asked.

“The sidewalks,” Lucy said. “Half of them are ruined. One of the workers stomped through the wet concrete wearing boots, and now it’s hardened and will have to be jackhammered. The expense will be huge.”

“Would you like to have a look at the damage?” Christopher asked Finn.

Peyton went with them, hoping it wasn’t as bad as Lucy described, but it turned out to be worse.

“This is awful. Didn’t he look behind him to see what he was doing? It must have been dark,” she reasoned, “and he couldn’t see where he was going.”

“It wasn’t an accident,” Christopher said. “Am I right, Finn? It was deliberate.”

Finn agreed. “The path curves around into a figure eight, and the footprints not only go out one direction, they come back. Yes, it was deliberate.”

“Who would do such a thing?” Peyton wanted to know.

“The question is, who has the most to gain? Only one name comes to mind,” Christopher said. “Scott Cassady. He’s itching to get his hands on this place. Maybe he thinks he’ll wear you down with all these mishaps and you’ll make a deal.”

“You have to set a trap,” Peyton told them.

Both men looked at her, and Finn asked, “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know. That’s your area of expertise. I’m a chef. If you catch him, I’ll make you a soufflé.”

“I sure would love to trap Cassady,” Christopher admitted.

As it turned out, it was remarkably easy, thanks to Mimi. That afternoon, Debi complained to her that the printer was broken and then left for lunch. Not trusting her assessment of the problem, Mimi took a look at the printer and noticed the paper had jammed, and when she removed it, she was surprised to see it was part of a confidential financial report on Bishop’s Cove. She hadn’t printed out any new reports and figured that Debi had been prying, so she decided to have a bit of fun. She made an extra file of the financials, then changed all the projected numbers, laughing the whole time she was working. Once Debi was back at her desk, Mimi reported that the printer was repaired and should work just fine. She left the door to her office open a crack so that she would have a view of the printer, and an hour later she watched as Debi worked at her computer, then casually strolled over to pick up some pages as they were printing. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, she stuffed them into her purse, looking as pleased and satisfied as a Cheshire cat.

Mimi waited a minute before printing out another copy of the altered report to take to Christopher, who was meeting with Finn and Peyton in his office. She shut the door and said, “I’d like you to look at this financial summary. You’re on track to make a billion dollars this year.”

She explained what had happened, and when she was finished, Christopher was ready to explode.

“That’s it. She’s gone,” he snapped. “Bring her in with her purse. I want to hear what excuse she’ll give for taking confidential reports—”

“No, wait,” Peyton said. “Let her leave, and Finn and I will follow her. Aren’t you curious to know what she’s doing with the papers? Let’s find out.”

Mimi thought that was a great idea. “All the numbers are bogus. She’s not taking any confidential information out of the office.”

Christopher relented. “All right. I’ll wait until tomorrow to fire her.” He stood. “I’ve got to meet Lucy, and I’m already late.”

Mimi started to leave, but Finn asked her to stay. “I want to talk to you about your ex-husband.”

She stiffened. “What would you like to know?”

“He’s part of Albertson’s circle now, isn’t he?” he asked.

“Yes, he is.”

“Would he lie for him?”

“In a heartbeat. Why?”

He didn’t explain. “One more question. Do you think he would be more afraid of Albertson or going to prison?”

She thought about it a long minute before deciding. “Prison. He could run from Drew, but being locked up would frighten him.”

“That’s all. Thanks, Mimi.”

Peyton waited until her friend had left, then asked, “What was that about?”

“They’re all back in Dalton. Albertson and Parsons were the first home. They were stopped by the police just outside of town, and they let them search their SUV. No weapons. And funny thing, no fish.”

“What about Mimi’s ex, Cosgrove?”

“He drove in about an hour later. He also let the police search his car. They didn’t find anything.”

“No fish? A week-long fishing trip and not a single fish? They’re really bad fishermen, aren’t they?”

“They’re going to use one another for their alibis. The weak link is Cosgrove. I’m gonna want to talk to him.”

“I’m leaving now,” Debi called from the outer office, and she was out the door before anyone could stop her.

Finn looked at his watch.

“She keeps banker’s hours,” Peyton said dryly.

Finn left to get the car, and when he pulled up to the office door, he noticed black clouds rolling in. Rain was coming and the humidity was oppressive. Peyton came out wearing sunglasses that were so dark he was surprised she could find her way to the car. After she put on her seat belt, she scrunched down in her seat.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I don’t want her to spot us.”

He laughed. “You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”

“Where do you think she’s going? I’m guessing she’ll go home and pore over those papers.” Sitting up straight, she removed her sunglasses. “I don’t see her car. Maybe you should speed up and—”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Debi was well ahead of them, and Peyton was certain they’d lost her until they reached the arched bridge and she spotted the blue sedan about eight cars ahead of them. Debi drove past the exit to her building and continued on. Near the post office she made a turn into a parking lot behind an office building and stopped in front of a Dumpster. Finn pulled over so they could observe her from across the street.

Peyton watched as Debi got out and opened the trunk. “What is she doing?”

Debi lifted a green plastic trash bag and, struggling with the weight, held it at arm’s length as she hurried to the Dumpster and dropped it in.

“What is she throwing away?” Peyton asked. “From the way she was holding the bag, I’m guessing it’s garbage.”

“Only one way to find out,” Finn told her.

They waited until Debi had gone into the building before getting out of their car. They cut across the pavement, zigzagged around some dried-up shrubs, and came up behind the Dumpster from the opposite side. The lid was open and the bag was on top of the trash. Finn lifted it out and dropped it on the ground next to him. Debi had sealed it closed with a twist tie, but it didn’t hold. The top opened when the bag hit the ground, and the plastic spread wide revealing a pair of brown boots covered in cement.

Peyton opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. She was so shocked, she didn’t know what to think. Why would Debi do such a thing? What did she have to gain? And with Debi it was always about what she could get. She never thought about anyone else.

“Your cousin committed a felony, and here’s the proof, should Christopher want to take this any further.” He picked up the bag and took it to their car.

“Okay,” he said when he returned. “Now that the evidence is secured, let’s go find out who Debi is taking those papers to. You’ve got a pretty good guess by now, don’t you?”

She nodded. “Cassady. She’s working with Cassady. He must be paying her.” She shook with anger. How could Debi do this? They had given her every chance, and she’d done nothing but betray them. “Shall we go say hello?” she suggested, her voice tight.

Cassady Construction was located on the top floor. They stepped out of the elevator into a palatial reception area. It was all shiny marble and granite. A pretty, young woman behind the counter was eager to help them.

“How may I assist you?”

“We have an appointment with Scott Cassady,” Peyton lied. “He’s going to build a business complex for us.”

Peyton thought the woman was frowning, but with all the Botox in her face it was impossible to tell.

“He’s with a client,” she began hesitantly. “I don’t see an appointment. If you’ll give me your name, I’ll just check with him.”

“The client he’s with is part of our team,” Peyton explained smoothly. “We’ll just go on in.”

The receptionist wasn’t sure what to do. She started to nod, then changed her mind. “I’ll be happy to announce you.”

“No need,” Peyton said as she strode past the counter. Finn opened the door to Cassady’s office for her. “He’ll be thrilled to see us.”

“You’re a little too good at this,” he whispered.

She smiled. “Thank you.”

She took it in all at once. Cassady was sitting at his desk, and Debi faced him. Her back was to the door, and she was handing him the papers she’d printed.

“It wasn’t easy getting these,” she boasted. “I expect a little more than we agreed on for all my trouble. The Cove will be out of business in three more months tops.”

Cassady looked up and saw Finn and Peyton. He jumped to his feet and tried to stash the papers under a folder.

Debi turned and gasped. “What are you doing here?”

Peyton ignored her. “Have you looked over that confidential financial information for Bishop’s Cove?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cassady blustered.

“The papers Debi just handed you.”

“I didn’t hand him anything,” she protested. “You do have an imagination.”

“When you get to page six, you’ll note that in one month the Cove took in a billion dollars. Or was it three billion?” she asked Finn. “Mimi had such fun making up all those numbers.”

Cassady shook his head. “This is all a misunderstanding. Debi is acting as a liaison between me and . . .”

He stopped when Finn pulled his phone out and said, “As much as I’d like to listen to your explanation, I think I’ll just call the police. They’ll want to hear what you have to say before they arrest both of you.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” Cassady protested.

“Why don’t we start with vandalism,” Finn said.

“That isn’t such a big deal,” Debi told him. Her arms were folded just above her waist, which pushed her breasts out another inch or two.

“Thousands of dollars in damage is a felony. You’re going to be spending some time in prison,” Peyton said, wanting to scare Debi. It didn’t seem to work.

“That’s ridiculous. I haven’t done anything wrong. I honestly don’t know what you’re going on and on about. I was merely trying to smooth relations between Bishop’s Cove and Cassady Development because I personally feel that Scott Cassady is a much better builder than that redneck Miller. He dresses like a common laborer.”

“You’re right, Finn,” Peyton said. “We should let the Port James police handle this. Give them the evidence, and let them arrest these two.”

“What evidence?” Cassady asked. And on the heels of that question, he reached for his phone. “I’m calling my attorney.”

“Good idea,” Finn said. He looked at Debi. “We got the boots out of the Dumpster.”

“What boots?” she asked innocently, fluttering her eyelids.

“Give it up,” Peyton snapped.

“You can’t prove those boots are mine.”

“Yes, we can. We’ll run your fingerprints.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I don’t know anything about any boots,” Cassady said.

“They’re talking gibberish,” Debi said. “Peyton’s just trying to make trouble. She’s always been jealous of me.”

“Why don’t we sit down and have a drink and talk about this,” Cassady suggested, his voice smooth as molasses now. “This kind of misunderstanding can ruin a business. I merely wanted to have a look at the projections so that I could make an informed bid. That’s all. And this pretty lady was helping me.”

Debi was a pretty lady? Cassady needed to wear glasses, Peyton thought.

“Let’s not call the police just yet, Finn. We’ll let Christopher handle this,” she said. Finn nodded and was opening the door for them to leave when she suddenly stopped. “Wait, I forgot something.” She turned to Debi, who was glaring at her, and said, “Has anyone ever told you what a horrible person you are? And toxic? As far as I’m concerned we are no longer related. I never want to see you or hear from you again. Oh, and you’re fired.”

“I’m calling my father,” she shouted.

The door had closed behind them, but Debi’s shrill voice came through loud and clear. Peyton nearly tripped when she heard her tell Cassady, “Don’t worry, hon. I can fix this. I always do.”