“Your bill,” Tami the waitress said, her face screwed up in hate as she openly glared at Alicia. She turned to Jake and gave him a small smile as she handed him the bill.
Alicia slipped it out of her hand before Jake could take it. “My treat,” Alicia said to Jake, “for the rescue.”
He fished out two twenties and tossed them on the table. “You can get the dessert later.” He winked at Alicia and saw Tami’s scowl deepen more. With his hand guiding the small of Alicia’s back, he walked her outside.
“What’s up with your former schoolmate?”
“She wanted Harold. My first husband. I didn’t know he’d been seeing her behind my back. He married me instead. If I’d known what they’d been up to, I would have given her my blessing and let her have him. But, unfortunately, I didn’t know about their affair until after we were married.”
“The guy must’ve been crazy.”
“No. I was, for not having my eyes wide open when I was dating him.”
Not believing a human guy could be such a jerk, Jake shook his head and walked her to her car. “He still must have been crazy. I take it he didn’t go back to her after you divorced.”
“Nope. He was seeing other women while we were married. He liked them new and different. Once he’d been with a woman for a few weeks, the spark was gone, and he was ready to discard her for someone else. Much like he was with his expensive toys. When his motorcycle was nearly a year old, he ditched it for a new one. When his computer was six months old, he needed something newer that was just on the market. Cell phones, you name it. He was always in debt up to his hairline.”
For an instant, Jake thought he saw sadness in her posture, as she sat with her shoulders slightly slumped and her eyes averted from the mountain vista. She quickly shrugged as if it didn’t matter and cast him a small smile. “I was lucky to be rid of him.”
But her words and her actions gave her away. None of what Harold had done mattered as much as the fact the jerk had lusted after other women when he had given his promise to Alicia to be her one and only.
Jake tried not to see anything more in his relationship with Alicia than serving as her protector until he could convince her to give up the nonsense of taking these men to jail. But he had the sneaking suspicion her past relationship with Harold colored her perception of all men—that they were rats and couldn’t be trusted—and she probably viewed Jake in the same way. It shouldn’t have mattered, but the wolf side of him wanted to exclaim that his kind did not make light of relationships.
Although since she was human, he couldn’t admit how faithful his kind were when they made a commitment to their own.
Telling himself it was for the benefit of the Italian guy watching them to see how he and Alicia parted company, he gave her a see-you-soon kiss. He had hoped she would deepen the kiss, but she didn’t encourage anything more than a quick meeting of the lips, as if she was already putting the brakes on their relationship. That again made him think she was playing her part for the mobster, and Jake worried she might still be planning on ditching him. But then he reconsidered. She seemed honest about wanting to meet him again for lunch.
He opened her car door for her. “I’ll meet you at one then.”
“Umm-hmm.” She smiled, but her expression was strained.
If he’d acted on his wolf instincts, he wouldn’t have let her run off on her own, and as soon as he shut the door, he had the resounding feeling that letting her go had been a grave mistake.
She pulled out of the parking space and headed down the street, then stopped at a floral shop. After making sure she got inside the shop all right and that no one was following her, he returned to his truck to leave his artwork off at the gallery. But he was plagued by the niggling worry that he should follow her and make sure she stayed safe.
Figuring he could drop off his photography quickly and then tail Alicia until their luncheon engagement, he rushed into the gallery and startled a woman, her blue eyes wide, who was wearing a conservative suit and had her hair cut short in a professional bob.
“Ma’am, I’m Jake Silver, with the photographs I called about displaying in your gallery.” He spoke quickly and as if he was on edge.
He hoped his smile looked sincere and that he didn’t sound as rushed as he felt as he stalked inside with his box-load of framed artwork. He was ready to drop the photographs on a table and head out again. But by the way the woman’s mouth dropped open, he was sure she was wondering why they’d agreed to carry his photographs in the gallery in the first place.
He hurried to make his excuses as his thoughts remained on the florist shop and his next destination—
tailing Alicia Greiston to keep her safe.
Totally rattled by Jake Silver, the most dangerously disarming hunk she’d ever caught the attention of, Alicia had missed her chance to follow Mario. She knew that had been Jake’s intent, although she realized he had been right in warning her to use caution. But she didn’t want Mario to get away with murder, and she was determined to make him pay. It had nothing to do with the bond money either, although with a million-dollar bond on Mario’s head, ten percent wasn’t a bad day’s wages. Even though she’d been tracking him for months to be ready in the event that he skipped his court date.
The opportunity lost for the moment, she’d have to pick up his trail later. After buying a wreath of pink, peach, cream, and lavender blossoms at the floral shop down the street, she drove to the hiking trail where her mother had been murdered, intending to pay her respects like she did once a week, no matter what else was going on with her life.
Although the conversation she was going to have with her mother today wasn’t her usual kind.
She still felt angry that her mother had to die in the prime of her life and that she hadn’t heeded Alicia’s warnings. Alicia was driven with the need to avenge her mother’s death and saddened by missing her so. But this time a man she didn’t even know had made her feel something different. More alive than she’d felt in years.
Distracted from her mission.
Neither of her former husbands had made her feel the way Jake had with his heroics and sizzling kisses. Never had her body melted into a pool of ecstasy from the simple touch of a man’s fingers at her back as he guided her outside or from the way he looked as though he wanted to eat her for dessert—her treat—after he’d so gallantly paid for her breakfast.
He was dangerous, all right. And armed!
She’d joked about it, but she’d really been flattered she could arouse him that much just by kissing him back. Of course, she told herself that she was only doing what she had to do to prove to Mario’s breakfast companion that she truly did know Jake intimately and had backup if she needed it. But the way Jake had reacted showed he was playing the game for keeps—at least for an overnight tryst, she assumed. Even though she suspected he was not the kind of person who frittered away hours doing inconsequential things. Neither was she. Her mother had always said she was way too serious. But for Alicia, it had been a case of survival.
Still, after her two husbands and a number of no-
account boyfriends, for the first time ever, Alicia was really feeling something for a man—just because of the kind and interested way Jake had treated her.
Alicia parked at the trailhead, changed out of her heels, and slipped on a pair of tennis shoes. Then, with the fragrant wreath in hand, she hiked along Spruce Creek Trail to where her mother had died, the summer breeze twisting tendrils of hair around Alicia’s cheek and the sweet scent of pine drifting to her.
As she often did on the hike, Alicia thought about her mother, Missy Greiston, taking this very path as she started the trek to the Upper and Lower Mohawk Lakes to meet her lover at Continental Falls. Alicia had been there before and loved seeing the crystal water cascade in a foaming rush diagonally down a wildflower-blanketed hillside with alpine woods all around and abandoned mining cabins scattered over the area. But her mother had never made it that day. The macabre truth was that Tony Thomas, her mother’s lover, had been left for dead long before Missy would have reached his location.