He found her in her father's old office with Linda. Both of them were leaning over the huge, oak desk that dominated the room. He gave a perfunctory knock on the door as he entered. Cyndi glanced up and smiled at him. “All done?"
"For today.” He reached her side, slipping his arm around her waist. “The dining room is painted—ceiling, walls, and trim, and the parlor is primed and ready to start painting tomorrow."
"Really? That's wonderful.” She leaned into him and he slid his fingers over her belly, feeling the muscles beneath her top jump.
"What are you two doing?” He glanced down at the desktop and froze. A fortune in gems was scattered about. “Is that stuff real?” He knew it was, but it still boggled the mind to see so much of it outside an upscale jewelry store.
"Yes. I'm assuming it all belonged to my mother even though I don't remember any of it."
"I thought I could deal with this myself.” Linda picked up a necklace and held it to the light. The diamonds glittered, the light refracting from the gems. “But this is way out of my league. I can handle the usual estate jewelry and good costume pieces from the past hundred years or so, but this kind of bling needs an expert."
"What will you do with it then?” He reluctantly released his hold on Cyndi as she leaned forward to pick up an emerald bracelet.
"Linda knows a guy.” Cyndi smiled at Linda and then up at him. “He'll be here tomorrow. Linda called him this afternoon, and he's practically frothing at the mouth over the possibility of handling this stuff. He specializes in this kind of high-end jewelry."
Shamus couldn't imagine having items of this value lying around the house even if they were in a safe. “I'll be glad when they're out of here."
"Why?"
"Because, if anyone knew you had these kinds of baubles around, you'd be a target for theft.” He picked up a necklace, examining the deep blue stones. “They couldn't sell the pieces individually, too distinctive. But they could pop all the stones out and sell them that way."
"You're right.” Placing the bracelet she was holding back in the box, Cyndi snapped it closed. “I should have thought of that, but I was just so shocked at finding it all. I didn't even know what was really in here until this morning.” They returned the jewelry to their respective boxes and carried them back to the safe.
Shamus breathed a sigh of relief when the door shut. He noticed the painting leaning against the wall and picked it up, hanging it over the safe.
"That painting is going, too. I hate it."
Shamus had to agree with Cyndi. It was a rather ugly piece.
"Philistine,” Linda quipped. “It may not be to your taste, but there are many buyers who like this kind of ugly."
"That's why you get the big bucks,” Cyndi retorted. Shamus watched the two women interacting and realized they'd connected and were on their way to becoming friends. He wished Linda didn't live so far away. Cyndi could use a friend in town.
"Are you ladies hungry?"
"I'm starving.” Cyndi glanced over at Linda who nodded. “I imagine Amanda is too. I haven't laid eyes on her since lunch."
"I heard muttering as I passed by, but didn't see her. Too many boxes.” They left the room, closing the door firmly behind them. He'd noticed Cyndi did that automatically every time they left the room and assumed it must be a holdover from her childhood. Her father's office would need the most work to rid it of his presence.
"I should have planned for this earlier.” Cyndi cast an apologetic glance at them. “I just go so involved, I forgot all about dinner."
Shamus was tired. It had been a long day, physically and emotionally, but it had been more so for Cyndi. “How about I run out and pick up a couple pizzas? Or I could get chicken or Chinese food if you'd like."
"Sounds good to me,” Linda spoke up.
"Let's see what Amanda would like.” They stopped into the library and found Amanda slumped in a wingback chair, computer in her lap and a book in her hands.
"Do you know what this is?” The other woman appeared dazed. “This is a first edition Charles Dickens.” She looked up at them. “It's been like this all day."
"You hungry?” Cyndi plucked the book from Amanda's hands and popped it onto the table.
The other woman seemed appalled at Cyndi's cavalier attitude toward the book. She glanced from the book to Cyndi and back again. Amanda seemed to shake herself as she closed her laptop and got to her feet. “You know, I am hungry."
"What would you like? Our options are pizza, chicken, or Chinese."
"Not Chinese. At least not for me. I'm always hungry two hours later.” Amanda stretched and looked out the window. “Wow. When did it get dark?"
Shamus glanced at his watch. “It's after six.” The three women were physically quite different from each other and yet they all seemed to have connected on some level. He watched as they looked at one another, then back at him.
"Pizza,” they all chimed.
Shamus laughed. “Pizza it is.” It took him another few minutes to get the order straight. He hauled out his phone and called it in before he left. That way he wouldn't have as long to wait. The bakery was closed, but the supermarket on the edge of town would still be open. He'd stop for dessert on his way to the pizza joint.
Cyndi followed him to the door. “You sure you don't mind doing this?” She had a smudge of dirt on her nose and he couldn't resist rubbing it off. She crinkled her face. “I know I look a mess. I'm going to grab a quick shower while you're gone."
"I'll get one later.” Her eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. “I put my overnight bag in your room earlier. Is that okay with you?"
She placed her palm over his heart, which was thudding heavily. “I'd like that.” She hesitated slightly. “If you're sure."
"I'm sure.” He was sure he wanted to spend every night for the rest of his life with this woman. “Get your shower. I'll be back in a half hour."
"Hurry back.” Going up onto her toes, she kissed him.
It took all his discipline not to drag her into his arms, kiss her senseless and carry her up the stairs to bed. That's if they made it all the way upstairs. But they weren't alone in the house and now was not the time. Later, he promised himself. Definitely later.
Grabbing his jacket, he dropped another kiss on her upturned lips before heading out.
Later that night, he and Cyndi were propped up in bed, reading. Dinner had been a lighthearted affair. All the women had been ravenous and Shamus had been glad he'd ordered two extra-large pizzas. The chocolate cake he'd found at the grocery store had been a hit as well.
While the women had chatted over coffee, he'd taken himself upstairs and showered. He figured that Cyndi was enjoying her time alone with the other two women. When he'd emerged from the shower, she'd been sprawled across the bed waiting for him. It hadn't taken him long to drop the towel and pounce on her. They'd laughed at first, both of them playful. But that had quickly dropped away, leaving them both quiet and almost desperate to touch one another.
When they'd both come back to their senses, Cyndi had suggested they go through her father's papers. At first, he'd been reluctant to read them, but Cyndi had insisted. She was curled up next to him, perusing one of the leather-bound journals, a small pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She'd been almost hesitant to put them on. He thought they made her look adorable.
Her brow furrowed as she flipped back several pages and then forward again. “This can't be right."
"What can't be right?"
She took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, and put them back on. “If I'm reading this right, then my father and his lawyers were involved in some questionable activities regarding land acquisitions."