The Heart of Lies (10 page)

“Why now? You’ll make twice that when you sell the condos.” Lucas’s gaze darted around, as well.

“I just got a notice today that we’re being audited in the next two weeks. I have to get that money back in the account right away.” His voice revealed his desperation, as did the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead.

“I can’t do that, Sully. Your money is being held in an escrow account. It’s not like I just have it sitting in my office or something,” Lucas replied coolly.

“I know you sold a lot of those condos this week, so I’m sure you have more than enough funds to repay what I gave you. I
have
to get the money back. If I don’t—I’m ruined. Do you hear me? Ruined!”

“Listen, Sully.” Lucas placed a hand on Sully’s shoulder, turning his back to the party. “I need you to use your influence to push the wealthy citizens of this town toward buying into Whitetail. If they see you pulling out, that will squirrel the whole deal and I’ll lose millions. I can’t let you do that.”

“Lucas, please…”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, my friend.” Lucas glanced over his shoulder once more. “And I’m only telling you this because I need you out there pushing this resort—”

“Tell me what?”

“There is no resort being built on the mountain,” Lucas revealed.

“What!” Sully gasped at Lucas’s insidious revelation.

Lucas laughed boisterously to cover Sully’s outburst. “Shhh, keep your voice down,” Lucas sternly warned, looking deeply into Sully’s fearful eyes, keeping his hand firmly resting on Sully’s shoulder. “Now you know the truth.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Well, because now that I have you by the short hairs, you will stay in the game and you will use your considerable influence to bring in those investors who are on the fence. You
will
be on one of the luxury buses I chartered for next week, and you
will
do your very best to convince all those potential investors to purchase. I’m expecting forty or fifty more to commit out of those two buses full of prospects and put their twenty-five percent down. If you do that, I’ll refund your money at the end of the two weeks, just in time to save you from the auditors.”

Sully looked like someone had punched him in the gut. His eyes were glassy, and he was sweating profusely now, as his breathing appeared labored. No words came.

“Now,” he handed Sully a napkin from the table, “wipe the sweat and that stupid look off your face—we’re going to return to the party and you are going to act like the happy brother of the bride.” Lucas used a warm, even tone, as his hand continued to rest on Sully’s shoulder, squeezing. “Agreed?”

Sully pulled away from Lucas’s grip and he found his voice. “What about Maggie?”

“Maggie doesn’t know anything. If you help me—which you will—she won’t know anything until the day of the wedding when she finds that I’ve left town. I don’t want to hurt her, she’s a sweet gal and very easy on the eyes. She deserves someone far better than me. When she finds out what I’ve done, I’m sure she’ll get over me fast enough.”

With a stoic stare, Sully nodded his understanding.

“We should get back to the party before people start wondering about us.” Lucas turned and walked back to the deck, wearing a satisfied grin, rather pleased with himself.

~*~

“Where’s Sully?” Emily asked Lucas as he stepped up on the deck.

Lucas turned, looking. He cleared his throat. “I think he got a phone call. He must have had to take care of something.”

He breezed past her, avoiding her gaze, and took his place next to Maggie.

Emily had observed their private pow-wow. She was suspicious. Why would Sully have left the party without saying good-bye to his sister? That wasn’t like him.

Turning the music down, Camille’s husband, Jonathan, vigorously jangled a cowbell to gain everyone’s attention as his wife stepped through the French doors, holding a platter full of barbecued chicken.

“Well, now that everyone’s here, let’s get this barbecue started,” Camille exclaimed from the top of the deck. “The food is ready. Grab a plate.”

She placed the platter on the long table she had set up for all the barbecued meats and side dishes she’d prepared. Like a mother hen, she rounded everyone up and encouraged them to fix their plates and dig in. Once the guests served themselves, they sat to eat. A collection of square and round tables, covered with red-and-white-checkered tablecloths, were scattered around the deck and the lawn. The music started up again and so did the chatter.

Camille had done a fabulous job, her friends praised, putting on a spread of ribs and chicken, corn on the cob, potato salad and more.

Lucas sat and ate for a while with Maggie, Gloria, and Emily before excusing himself to spend time with the other guests. Emily watched as he moved from table to table, looking as though he was trying to make sure everyone was having a good time and thanking them for coming.

Emily’s attention was drawn back to her table as Maggie described Emily’s beautiful gazebo to Mrs. Wakefield. Maggie went on to describe the flowers and yards of cascading tulle she planned for the gazebo and the perimeter of the garden. The older woman seemed delighted by the picture of the setting Maggie had painted for her. She nodded and smiled in-between bites of her dinner.

When Camille brought the massive Texas Sheet Cake out, many groaned that they were already stuffed.

~*~

Josh had gone in to use the bathroom. As he was drying off his hands the doorknob jiggled and there was a light tap on the door. He called out, “Occupied,” and straightened his shirt before opening the door.

Expecting someone to be right outside the door waiting, his attention turned to muffled conversation coming from the den just beyond the bathroom. The glass atrium door was shut and covered with closed blinds, and a woman was standing close with head leaned in, listening.

He couldn’t make out all that was being said inside the den, but a few phrases came through clearly. “When you and I leave…we’ll split the money between us…cut the boss out.”

Suddenly, the woman spun around to leave, and in her haste to get away, she bumped into Josh who was standing behind her, also listening to the voices.

“Excuse me,” the woman muttered as she scurried past him.

Josh moved closer to the covered glass door.

“I can’t wait,” Josh heard a female voice, followed by a small giggle. Then he recognized Lucas’s voice as he replied something to her. Josh slowly pushed the door open, catching Fiona reaching up to wipe a smear of lipstick off Lucas’s lip with her thumb and observing Lucas smiling down at her.

The pair’s eyes grew wide in surprise as they realized the door was open and Josh stood staring at them, his face twisted into a snarl.

He charged Lucas like an angry bull. Fiona had stepped aside just in time or she would have been caught up in the skirmish, as well. She made herself scarce, leaving Lucas to fend for himself.

Standing toe to toe, Josh pinned Lucas to the wall with his powerful forearm pressing on the man’s throat. After turning the air blue with a few choice expletives, he tore into him about what he just saw. “You’re already cheating on my mother! I won’t have it—you hear me? There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you marry my mom knowing you were just in here doin’ God knows what with your assistant.”

“You have it all wrong, Josh,” Lucas faltered. “Fiona and I just had to straighten something out—about the promotional trip up the mountain next week.”

“You’re lying,” Josh seethed.

“There’s nothing between us.” Lucas fought to get the words out, struggling to breathe. “I love Maggie.”

“You think I’m stupid?” Josh’s eyes widened as the stress in his voice rose. “I saw her wiping lipstick off your freakin’ lip.”

“That wasn’t lipstick—it was barbecue sauce,” Lucas squeaked under the forceful weight of Josh’s muscular arm.

“I’m not buying it! You two are way too friendly to be all business. I swear, you break it off with my mother or I’m going to tell her what I saw tonight.” Josh stepped back, releasing his pressure against Lucas’s neck.

Lucas grabbed at his throat and coughed a few times. “I promise, Josh, it’s not what you think,” he sputtered. He bent over, putting his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “I would never hurt your mom. I love her.” He drew in a few more breaths. “Let’s get through this party and then I’ll let her down gently tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Just give me some time to do it in my own way.”

“I’ll probably regret it, but I will give you until tomorrow at six or I’ll tell her myself.”

~*~

Emily passed by the den as Josh stormed out. She noticed Lucas in the room, doubled over and breathing hard. “What on earth?”

“Not now, Emily,” Josh growled as he stomped away.

“Lucas?” she asked from the doorway. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing to worry about.” Lucas pulled himself upright. “Just a difference of opinion.” He squeezed past her, smoothing his hair with his hand, and he returned to the party.

Emily immediately went looking for Isabel to fill her in on what she’d seen and she hoped they could put a plan together to find out what was really going on. The Semanski trial be damned—they had put off the background check long enough.

After watching Lucas’s interaction with Sully on the lawn, and now this conflict with Josh, Emily was convinced something was up. She had to find a way to get Sully and Josh to talk to her. If Maggie was set to marry this guy in two weeks, then time was running out to find out what was going on and save her friend from perhaps the biggest mistake of her life.

CHAPTER 10

Sully had left his sister’s engagement party without even saying good-bye to her. He felt terrible about it. The rude departure was so unlike him, but there was no way he could appear happy in front of her when her husband-to-be was ruining his life—and hers too. And the worst part of it was that he couldn’t even warn his sister what was happening without bringing his own crime out into the open.

His wife, Carolyn, would be surprised that he’d returned so early from the party. Sully had tried to encourage her to come for a little while, but nothing he said changed her mind. The pain was becoming unbearable for her and she was embarrassed by the slurred speech and jerky actions her MS brought on.

Carolyn had been a vivacious and active woman before she became ill. Now, even though Sully’s love for her was unwavering, she became a constant source of financial and emotional stress for him. The difficult conversations, the mounting hospital bills that were not covered by their insurance and his loneliness for a companion at the many functions he had to attend. His love for her remained solid, but his character was cracking under the constant pressure, causing him to make a bad decision that could ruin everything.

He had picked her up out of her wheelchair and placed her in her recliner before he’d left for the party, sticking her favorite romantic movie in the DVD player—
An Affair to Remember
—to keep her company while he was gone. When he’d returned home, he noticed she had fallen asleep with the movie still playing.

He went to turn the television off when he saw the scene in the movie, near the end, when Cary Grant learns his love, Deborah Kerr, is paralyzed, sitting on the sofa with a blanket over her motionless legs. She didn’t want to tell him she was paralyzed, to burden him, because she loved him so much. When Cary Grant realizes she is an invalid, he rushes to her, throws his arms around her and kisses her passionately because he doesn’t care—he loves her.

Watching that scene, it dawned on Sully for the first time that this was why Carolyn loved this movie.

He turned the TV and DVD player off and turned back to his wife. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. Thinking about the hundred thousand dollars and the possibility of jail, he paced the floor, mumbling under his breath.

“Sully?” Carolyn’s soft voice called his name.

Sully rushed to her side. “I’m here, Carolyn. What do you need?”

“Is something wrong?”

“What makes you ask that?”

“You look so worried. You’re wearing a path in the carpet and talking to yourself. What’s wrong?” Poor Carolyn struggled to get the words out.

“Nothing I can’t handle, sweetheart. Don’t worry yourself.” He looked into her tired eyes and smiled tenderly. The last thing he wanted was to worry his wife—that would be too cruel. She had enough to handle with her illness—she didn’t need his problems as well. “Worries are part of the job when you’re the mayor.”

He hoped that would satisfy her, but if he didn’t get the hundred thousand dollars back into the city’s retirement fund soon, he would not be able to hide the truth from her much longer. What would happen to her if he was in jail? Who would take care of her? Who would pay for her medical bills? He had to find a way to get the money back in the account.

“It’s late, sweetheart. Why don’t I take you to bed now?”

~*~

The next morning Josh stopped by his uncle’s house to discuss what he had seen and overheard at the engagement party. He told him how he had struggled with it all night, avoiding his mother for fear he would blurt out what he’d witnessed. And because he had promised to give Lucas twenty-four hours to tell her what happened, he felt duty-bound to hold to it.