Lisa Jackson's Bentz & Montoya Bundle: Hot Blooded, Cold Blooded, Shiver, Absolute Fear, Lost Souls, Malice, & an Exclusive Extended Excerpt From Devious (74 page)

James thought of his own brother, the pain of his estrangement, how he wished he could go back to the days when they trusted each other, fought with each other, wrestled with each other. How the bond that was so strong had been broken. Because of his weakness. Perhaps God was giving him a chance to help someone else. Perhaps
this
was his atonement. “Why don’t I look into it?” he offered.

“Would you?” Her face was suddenly alight and his heart buoyed. “Thank you.”

“I’m not saying I’ll be successful, but I’ll give it a try.”

A smile teased the corners of her sexy mouth. “Good. Now, there’s something else I have to ask.”

“Shoot.”

“I’d like you to meet a friend of mine,” she said suddenly.

“You know priests don’t date,” he mocked, then decided he shouldn’t joke about his vows of celibacy, but Olivia’s grin only widened. She knew he was kidding. ‘Of course I’ll meet her. Name the time and place.”

“Well, she flew in this morning and she’d kill me if she found out I was discussing this with you, but she’s having marital problems. I think she needs someone to talk to.”

“Doesn’t she have her own priest?” he asked, a bit wary as he realized his main objective had little to do with the friend and a lot to do with Olivia.

“In Tucson, yes. But she’s here now and I was hoping that you would spend some time with her. Kind of like a counseling session, I guess. She talks to me but I keep telling her to leave her husband and she doesn’t want to hear it. Sarah, that’s my friend, and Leo are both Catholic and it might make her feel better to speak to someone in the Church. Someone who could put a positive spin on the situation rather than negative like me.”

“Don’t you think that’s her decision?”

“Yes, but…” She shook her head. “I thought you might be able to find a way to help her, or them, you know, make the marriage stronger, help Leo, that’s the husband, try and work things out, if that can be accomplished, but I don’t think it’s possible.” She leaned further back in her chair. “Oh, it’s a stupid idea, I suppose.”

“No, it shows you care.” He smiled. “I just don’t want this to blow up in your face. She might think you’re overstepping your bounds, that she’s being bullied or ganged up on, as if this was some kind of intervention.”

Sighing, Olivia tapped her fingers on the arm of the chair. “Maybe we could be more subtle.” She glanced up at him and he saw the gleam in her tawny eyes, knew the gears in her mind were turning. “Maybe you could just come to the house. For a visit.”

“I suppose,” he drawled, not certain he liked the way this sounded. It was too much like a pre-teen plot to suit his tastes.

“Then if she wants to talk, fine, and if she doesn’t, well, we haven’t offended her and I promise I won’t push it.”

“That would work.” He was relieved. “But if Sarah prefers not to seek counsel, then we would have to accept that.”

“Meaning
I
would have to accept it.”

He nodded. “Could you?”

“No problem. I just want to give her the opportunity.” Olivia grinned, seeming to like the path her thoughts were taking.

“When?” he asked, checking the open calendar on his desk.

“How about for the holiday? I mean, unless you’ve got other plans which you probably do, would you …” She paused, seemed a bit embarrassed, then said quickly, “Father McClaren, would you like to join Sarah and me for Thanksgiving dinner?”

He hesitated, then looked her squarely in the eye. This was dangerous. He could feel the heat building between them, but he couldn’t resist. “I’d love it,” he said and, unfortunately, he meant it. Far more than he should have.

“… so I just don’t get it,” Jay whined and Kristi, sitting on the edge of the bed cringed as she held the phone to her ear. “Why won’t you have dinner with my family?”

“Because my dad’s alone.”

“I thought you weren’t getting along with him,” Jay grumbled.

“I wasn’t. But I’m trying.”

“I guess that’s cool. But you still could come over. We need to hook up. It’s been a long time.”

Tell him. Break up with him now.

“I miss you.” “Jay, I—”

“And I love you, baby.”

Oh, God, she felt like a heel, but she couldn’t force the words out.

“Look. We do need to talk.”

There was silence. She heard the drum of her own heartbeat.

“Jay?”

“I said ‘I love you.’ ”

“I know, but—”

“Hell, Kristi. What’s got into you? Ever since you went up to All Saints, you’ve changed. I think that place is weird, man. It’s doin’ weird stuff to you.”

“Maybe I’m just finding out who I really am.”

“Oh, that’s such bullshit and you know it. That’s what people say when they don’t want to talk about what’s really bugging ‘em.” His voice became a high falsetto. “I’m finding myself. I’m getting in touch with my inner woman. I need to have new experiences.” His voice lowered again. “I call it bullshit.”

“Maybe you’re right,” she said. No reason to deny it. “It is kinda weird up there, different from high school, but it’s supposed to be. It’s college.”

“Yeah, and so you take a couple of crap psychology and philosophy classes and now you’re so into finding yourself that I don’t even know you. Listen … maybe we should just break up.”

“Maybe we should.”

There was a sharp intake of breath. “Jesus, Kristi, listen to us. We love each other. Don’t we?”

“I don’t know, Jay,” she admitted, leaning back on the headboard and feeling tears burn at the back of her eyes. She’d thought she’d loved him. But that was high school. Before she’d graduated. Before she’d learned that her dad wasn’t really her dad and her uncle … oh, God … She knew she’d run off to college primarily to get away from the mess.
Avoidance
and
Denial
, stuff weird Dr. Sutter talked about all the time … and Jay was right on that score. Some of the people up at All Saints—Dr. Sutter, Dr. Franz and Dr. Northrup included—were definitely beyond “eccentric.” Between them, oddball Lucretia, that nerdy Willie Davis who always took a seat behind her in Psychology and stared at her, and the dykie swim coach, All Saints had more than its share of looney tunes.

“You don’t know,” Jay repeated, disgust tainting his words. “Well don’t you think you’d better figure it out? Oh, shit. I get it. You found someone didn’t you? Holy crap, you’ve only been up there a few months and you’re already cheatin’ on me. Damn it, Kristi, what is it with you?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” she said, matching his anger with her own, then slamming the receiver down, standing, then giving the punching bag a quick kick. So this was the beginning of the end. Big deal. The truth was she’d outgrown Jay. It was better to let him find someone else.

Because she had Brian.

The alarm shrieked.

Olivia sat straight up in bed.

Over and over again the sirens bleated. Her dream disappeared. Oh, God, someone was really breaking into her house! She shot out of bed. Hairy S, barking angry, belated warnings, was already at the bedroom door, eager to charge into the hallway.

The gun … Shit! The shotgun was down in the closet behind the slickers and boots … oh, God, no … Her mind cleared, and over the rapid-fire screams of the alarm, she heard her name and a stream of swearing that would make a sailor blush.

Sarah!

Olivia flew out of the bedroom and down the stairs to find Sarah, reeking of gin, at the control panel for the security system. Cursing and red-faced, she was frantically pushing buttons. “How the hell do you turn this damned thing off?” she yelled as the alarm continued to shrill.

“Here …”

Someone pounded on the door. “Open up. Police!”

“Holy shit,” Sarah said as Olivia punched in the appropriate numbers and the alarm went suddenly quiet.

“It’s all right, Officer! I’m coming!” Olivia shouted just as the door splintered open and two plainclothes officers, weapons drawn, burst into the front hallway. Sarah screamed. Hairy was still barking his fool head off.

Olivia and Sarah threw their hands in the air. “It’s okay, it’s okay, she didn’t know how to disengage the security system!” Slowly, the officers lowered their sidearms.

“You’re sure everything’s all right?” the heavyset one with the crewcut asked.

“Yes! Didn’t you see Sarah drive in?” Olivia demanded, her arms coming down to her sides.

Sarah, holding one hand splayed over her heart, braced her back against the wall. “Jesus,” she whispered. “Jesus.”

“We did see her drive in. But the alarm went off. We couldn’t take a chance,” the younger one with the square jaw insisted.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sarah demanded.

“They’re watching the house,” Olivia said, not knowing whether to be angry or relieved. On the one hand, she was furious that her privacy had been breached; on the other, she was grateful that the police were nearby in case there had been an intruder. “I told you that I could be a target for the serial killer.”

“You were serious? God,” Sarah whispered, the color draining from her face.

“We’re fine,” Olivia told the officers. “The system’s new, my friend is here visiting, and she isn’t used to dealing with this …” Olivia gestured to the control panel.

“If you’re sure.”

“I said we’re okay.” The officers helped secure the door again, though the door frame would have to be repaired, the lock replaced. Once the officers had left, Sarah followed Olivia upstairs. A few minutes later Sarah had changed into faux leopard pajamas and was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. Olivia flipped down the lid of the toilet and sat with her knees pulled to her chin.

“I nearly peed in my pants,” Sarah admitted around a mouth full of foam. “Jesus, it’s like we’re part of a stakeout.”

“It’s part of Bentz’s plan.”

“Who’s Bentz?”

Olivia hesitated. “The detective in charge of locating the killer.”

“Tell me about him,” Sarah said, her eyes narrowing as she gave her teeth a final swipe, then spit into the sink.

Olivia summed up the last week or so, giving her a quick rundown of what had been happening and how Bentz had been involved, though she sidestepped the part about sleeping with the cop. But Sarah glanced at her friend in the mirror before leaning under the tap and rinsing her mouth. “You like that guy, don’t you?” she asked, straightening.

“He’s okay.”

“No, I mean you
really like
him, like in a boy-meets-girl, well, more like a woman-man sort of way.”

“As I said, ‘He’s okay.’ ”

“Don’t bullshit me.” She turned, folded her arms over her chest. “You’re falling for the cop. My God, Olivia, are you out of your ever-lovin’ mind?”

“I’m
not
falling for him.”

“
Bull
shit!
I don’t sell tons of Dr. Miranda’s Love Beads to lovesick teenagers and don’t recognize the symptoms. You’ve got the hots for Detective Bentz! Oh, no, don’t tell me you’re into handcuffs and some of that weird kind of stuff that I sell.”

“No, not that it’s any of your business. And since when are you the expert on love?”

“Well…” She sighed and shook her head. “Maybe not, considering the situation.” Ducking her head under the sink, she rinsed her mouth a final time, then wiped her lips with the sleeve of her pajamas. “So don’t try to dodge the issue, you’d like to be involved with the cop.”

“It’s not going to happen,” Olivia said, drawing her knees up to her chest and balancing her bare feet on the edge of the toilet lid. She felt like a kid at a slumber party discussing the new boy in school. “So tell me, what happened to you tonight?”

“Nothin’ good.”

“You find Leo?”

Sarah shook her head. “I think he was with
her
, the bitch he met at that convention in Nashville.”

“You’re sure?”

“No, but I called her.”

“What?” Olivia shrieked. Oh, no, this wasn’t good.

“Yeah, I had a couple of martinis and got up my nerve. Phoned her at her place.” She turned to the mirror and plucked an errant hair from the corner of one eyebrows.

“You didn’t.”

“Sure did. He’s
my
husband.” Sarah seemed proud of herself.

Olivia groaned. “I don’t think I want to know what happened.”

“I told her to back off.”

“And?”

“She hung up. I called back and the phone just rang and rang. She must’ve unplugged it.”

“You really think Leo was there?”

“Probably. The chicken shit!” Some of the starch left her spine. With a sad, humiliated sigh, she closed her eyes. “Oh, Olivia,” she said, resting her forehead on the mirror. “What am I going to do?”