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Оглавление“What in the world,” she demanded, dropping her spoon into the oatmeal in startled surprise, “made you think your brother and I are lovers?”
“Well, aren’t you?”
It was what Josh had implied in his last emails before he’d disappeared, that he was crazy about the woman he’d met in Portland on one of his assignments. Sweethearts. That was the quaint word he’d used to describe Haley Adams and him. That they were sweethearts.
It was this eager confidence to Chase, the brother Josh loved and trusted, that had gotten Chase into trouble. You weren’t supposed to be attracted in any measure, even minimally, to the woman your devoted brother deeply cared for, maybe even hoped to marry. Chase had felt like a heel, still did, for thinking lusty thoughts about her.
“I can’t imagine what impression Josh gave you about us,” Haley said, “but it seems to be an exaggerated one. We went out often, that’s true, had a lot of fun together, even became very good friends, but it didn’t go beyond that.”
Not as far as she was concerned, but he was convinced his brother felt otherwise. Poor Josh. He apparently didn’t know about that other guy in Portland, the one who might have been hanging around her before Josh and who, after Josh left the scene, had moved in on Haley. He’d seen it himself.
Haley sighed. “If you wanted my help, why didn’t you just ask me? Why all this elaborate nonsense about bringing me in because I’d violated a bond on some fictional court appearance?”
She would smell a lie if he didn’t tell the truth. “Simple. I didn’t trust you.”
“You didn’t tr—” She broke off there, looking very confused. “How could you mistrust me when you’d never met me?”
“I had a reason.”
“What reason?”
“I’d learned you had connections with some very questionable people.”
“Me? What? That deserves explaining. Like, exactly what did you learn and from whom?”
“You want the long version or the short?”
“Make it brief, but don’t leave anything out.”
Now there was a challenge, Chase thought. He had no choice but to answer it. “There’s this private investigator I use sometimes whenever the bail bond company I work for back in Seattle overloads me with FTAs and I need his help in locating the tough ones.”
“Wait a minute.” Haley wore an expression that said she was not pleased. “Are you telling me you actually had a PI following me?”
“After Josh vanished, yeah.”
“You think I had something to do with that?” No, she was definitely not pleased.
“I didn’t know what to think. I just wanted information.”
“You had some nerve! And what did your PI tell you?”
“For one thing, that you were cheating on Josh with this Bill Farley. My PI had photo evidence of the two of you being cozy around Portland, and I saw it for myself when I arrived and took over.”
“Uh-huh. And what else?”
“That your boyfriend, Farley, is actively associated with some Vegas-type racketeers.”
“Well, thank you for that very incisive report.” Her voice had turned to ice. “Now if you don’t mind hearing some advice...”
“I’m always open to suggestions,” he drawled.
“That’s good, because that’s exactly what I have. When you get back to Seattle, McKinley...when you get back there, the first thing you should do is fire your private investigator, because he definitely stinks. Then after that, I think you need to find a good ophthalmologist and have your eyes examined.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know I have twenty-twenty vision.”
“I don’t see how either you or your PI possibly can. Because the both of you have badly judged the relationship between Bill Farley and me.”
“Yeah? What is the truth?”
“That poor Billy happens to be desperately in love with my friend Jennifer Donaldson. Only she’s given him back his ring and refuses to see him until he’s broken all contact with the crowd he’s been hanging around with. That much is fact.”
“So, why have you been meeting him? And don’t tell me you haven’t.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Yes, I’ve been meeting him. For one reason only. Bill knows how close I am to Jennifer. He’s been pleading with me to intercede for him. But Jennifer is right. He needs to break away from these people. They’re a rough bunch, though, and Bill is afraid of how they’ll react. Anything else?”
“There was that intimate parting on your doorstep.”
“What? The hug of sympathy? Oh, no, don’t tell me you assumed it involved a kiss behind the shrub.”
Chase raised both hands in surrender. “I give up.”
“Not yet you don’t, mister. I gave you the truth. How about yours? Were you ever going to tell me before I discovered that photo in your wallet?”
“I was waiting until Seattle.”
“Why Seattle? Why force me to come all this way? Why didn’t you just explain everything in Portland and save us the trip?”
“I didn’t trust you.”
“You didn’t trust me in Portland, but you would have trusted me in Seattle? How does that make sense?”
“It doesn’t,” Chase admitted. “All I wanted...all I had in my mind was to get you on familiar turf where I was in control, away from any possible interference from what I was convinced were your mob friends who would rush to your rescue with big guns. Look, the fact is I just wasn’t thinking straight.”
“And now? Are you thinking straight?”
“Let’s hope so.”
Chase looked down at what remained on his plate. It had to be cold by now. Neither one had touched their breakfast after the conversation had become so intense.
“I’m not hungry any longer,” he said. “What about you? You want them to bring you a fresh oatmeal?”
She shook her head. “I’m ready to leave.”
“Good. I was hoping for a chance to stretch my legs before we headed back to Portland.”
“You’re in the mood for exercise?”
“It wouldn’t hurt after all those hours yesterday and today that we’ve been sedentary. Also...”
“What?” she urged him.
“I was hoping for a chance to explain to you just why I haven’t been thinking straight.”
“And you feel a walk would be suitable for that?” The look on her face told him she was considering it. “I wouldn’t mind,” she decided.
Chase left a tip on the table, paid the bill at the counter and accompanied Haley out of the diner.
* * *
Considering the wild circumstances that had landed her in both the company and control of Chase McKinley, Haley could have been making a mistake willingly going off with him like this in a lonely place. She sensed, however, that she had nothing to fear. She remembered that she hadn’t feared him this entire time. Despite his bounty hunter swagger, there had been a gentleness lurking within him.
On the other hand, her trust could have more to do with the morning than the man. The sun had risen over the mountains in the east while they were in the diner, promising another feel-good day for Washington. It was still cool, though, with dew on the grass.
Just past the diner, on the access road off the interstate that had brought them first to the motel, was a posted trail to a nature preserve. It was the perfect place for a stroll, lined with the glossy-leaved rhododendrons that were native to the Pacific coast. Even now, past their bloom, they were magnificent shrubs.
“Before you begin,” she said, “there’s something I’d like to know. Josh told me he had this half brother who was an army ranger and stationed overseas. And here you are, a bounty hunter and not overseas.”
“Yeah, well, that’s past tense.” Hands shoved into his pants pockets, he paused to watch a bald eagle circling slowly high overhead. “The thing is, our dad—Josh’s biological father to put it accurately—died from a ruptured aneurysm just a couple of weeks before my current enlistment was up.”
“I’m sorry about your father.” She paused. “They sent you home for the funeral, I suppose.”
“That and to help Josh settle affairs. By the time that was done, I’d decided not to reenlist.”
“I see.” Haley nodded, and then almost as a part of the same action shook her head. “No, I don’t see. Didn’t you care for the army?”
“Sure, I liked it just fine. It was my career.”
“Then why...”
He walked on, changing the subject. Or seeming to. “I bet Josh never mentioned to you that after I quit the army, I joined the ranks of the bounty hunters.”
“Come to think of it,” she said catching up to him, “he never spoke at all about you after that one time.”
“No, he wouldn’t. Josh liked to boast of his big brother’s service record, but I think he thought there was something just a little disreputable about being a bounty hunter. But it suits me. I was trained in search and recovery, and I needed something temporary until I could decide what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.”
“Fascinating, McKinley, except I don’t see what any of this has to do with you not thinking straight.”
“Hold on, we’re getting there.”
Chase stopped again on the trail, this time to discover a willow goldfinch flitting from holly bush to holly bush.
“Waiting,” Haley sang.
He turned his head to favor her with a grin. “I’m gonna bore you with some more history.”
“How much?”
“Probably more than you’re going to like, but it’s necessary.”
“Going back how far?”
“To when I was very young. I have no memory of my biological father. He walked out on us when I was a baby. The only father I knew was the man my mother married when I was about four. Brian Matthews was everything my biological father wasn’t. I got every kind of attention a kid could want from both him and my mother. That all threatened to change when I was eight years old. Are you cold? It’s a little chilly out here still.”
“I’m fine. Go on. What happened when you were eight?”
“Mom and Dad told me there was going to be a baby, that I was going to have a brother. I figured I wouldn’t have all the attention anymore. Or maybe any attention at all. I hated this kid before he was even born.”
“I detect that didn’t last.”
“I had very smart parents. They knew I was jealous, and they knew what to do about it. Not long after the baby came home from the hospital, they sat me down and placed him carefully in my lap. They said his name was Josh and that I was to be someone very important in his life. I would matter to him. Matter? I wanted to shove the little intruder right back at them.”
“And did you?”
“I would have, except before I could do that, this tiny thing looked up at me with...well, I don’t know that I could call it anything like trust. I don’t suppose the vision of a baby that young is developed enough to be capable of any sort of recognition of that kind.”
“Probably not.”
“Didn’t matter. He looked up at me, I looked back at him, and I was lost.”
“Magic?”
“Yeah, an instant connection. You understand it, huh?”
“I don’t know why I should. I’m an only child. No siblings.” But she did understand. She remembered the photograph he carried in his wallet of a teenage boy helping his young brother to ride a horse. “So, from then on?”
Chase nodded. “I looked out for him. Came to his rescue when he needed it.”
And you’re still doing that, she thought. No wonder you came home and stayed home.
Josh had mentioned that his mother had died of breast cancer some years ago. Now their father was gone, and the brothers were the only family left.
The whole thing was clear to her now. Chase was convinced his brother was missing and in trouble, and that had him wild with worry. He was willing to do anything to find him—including what could easily be defined as kidnapping an unarmed woman.
* * *
After checking out of the motel, they filled the SUV with gas and started back to Portland. Now that Haley had her cell phone back, she called a couple of her closest friends who might have been worried about her absence. She was ready to explain it as business, but they hadn’t known she was gone.
Chase was silent during these calls and silent for some minutes after. She couldn’t be unaware of his sidelong glances and the speculative look in his eyes.
“I seem to be the subject of your thoughts. You’re wondering something about me. Do I get to know what it is?”
“It’s just that I shared practically everything with you about my past except the crush on Miss Sheldon I had in the second grade. Heck, I still remember how I admired her breasts in a certain blouse she wore.”
Haley affected what she considered to be a genuine case of shock. “In the second grade!”
“What can I say? I guess I was a budding lech even back then. But Miss Sheldon did have an impressive bust. Anyway, to get back to the moment... It occurred to me I know nothing about your background.”
“What’s to know? It’s nothing as dramatic as yours. I already mentioned I’m an only child. Both my parents are retired high school teachers living now in Arizona where it’s dry. My father used to complain about the damp, raw climate in Portland. Living in Seattle, you know what that’s like.”
“Yep, going whole winters without seeing the sun.”
“Exactly. Dad is as happy now as a hound on the scent of a possum. You see, all very ordinary and boring.”
“Maybe, but I think there are depths to Haley Adams she’s not sharing.”
“She aims to fascinate, all right.”
In truth, Haley concluded, Chase McKinley was the one who currently fascinated. She still wondered about that scar near his eye. It would have been easy enough just to ask him about it, except she didn’t want him to think she was interested in him like that. Bad enough she couldn’t stop inhaling that heady, masculine scent of his and she liked the way he quirked one eyebrow whenever he was questioning the veracity of something.
They were silent again. Haley might not consider it safe to get personal with him on any man-woman basis, but she couldn’t stop thinking about his relationship with his brother. She had told herself earlier it wasn’t her business or something he would appreciate discussing in any depth.
Now she couldn’t resist risking it.
“Chase?”
“Huh?”
“About Josh.”
“What about him?”
“I was just wondering how he feels about you still playing the big, protective brother. I mean, he’s—what?—well into his twenties and on his own now. I was just, you know, wondering.”
“Don’t wonder.”
There was a bite to his words that bordered on the severe. She’d been right. He didn’t like anything that approached criticism about his concerns for Josh.
Haley immediately dropped the subject.
* * *
Chase parked in front of Haley’s terrace house, shut off the engine and went around the SUV to see her to her door. The trip back to Portland had been as uneventful as the one before it had been action-packed. As far as he knew, she had been honest with him, giving him everything he’d asked for about Josh and his brother’s departure from Portland. Chase had no reason to linger, but he suddenly found himself reluctant to part from her.
He knew that examining that reluctance would be a mistake. It was better just to apologize for having wrongly apprehended her, thank her for helping him and leave her here and now before making a fool of himself.
She was digging her house keys out of her purse when he remembered something. “Would you mind taking this?” he asked her, removing one of his business cards from his wallet and handing it to her. “My address and phone number are there. I’m thinking that if you should hear from Josh, you’d do me the favor of contacting me. There’s no guarantee that he’ll write or call me, but you...”
“Yes, of course,” she said, accepting his card. “And having my own address and number as you did before you turned up here yesterday, maybe you’d return the favor if Josh should get in touch with you first. I would like to know he’s all right and how he made out with the big story he was so eager to hunt down.”
“I’ll do that,” he promised her.
She had the key inserted in her door and was unlocking it when a woman with a helmet of tight curls and a long nose flew out of the house adjacent to hers. She had a packet in her hand and was waving it as she hailed Haley. “Saw you pull up and decided I’d better run out and deliver this. Old Faithful went and pushed it through the wrong slot in the wrong door.”
“This is my neighbor, Phyllis,” Haley introduced Chase, accepting the packet. “Don’t tell me we’re having that trouble again, Phyl?”
“Yep, we’re going to have to talk seriously to that man.”
Haley turned to Chase, explaining, “Our postal carrier is forever mixing up our mail.”
The neighbor lifted her hand in farewell. “Gotta fly. I promised Eddy I’d be on hand for his soccer game.”
“Thanks, Phyl,” Haley called after her.
Chase was prepared to make his own farewell when his gaze was caught by the address on the front of the packet in her hand. The sight of it locked him in place where he stood.
“Can I see that?” he asked.
“It is my address,” she assured him.
“It isn’t that. It’s the handwriting.”
She passed the brown packet over to him so he could look at it up close. There was no mistaking the familiar scrawl. “This is from Josh.”
“I never had any occasion to see his handwriting, so I couldn’t have recognized it. You’re sure of that?”
“Positive.” He gave the packet back to her.
“You’d better come in, then, while I open it.”
He made an effort to contain his excitement as she pushed the door open, scooped up the rest of her mail from the floor of the foyer where it had landed from the mail slot and indicated he should follow her into the house.
It was a modest-sized place. Comfortably furnished, Chase noted, with appointments that spoke of its owner’s tastes. Country-style fabrics, traditional art work on the walls, potted green plants and a minimum of ornaments.
Chase permitted himself no more than a quick visual sweep. He was too eager to see the contents of the packet to be interested elsewhere. Haley placed her mail on the living room coffee table and perched with the packet in hand on the edge of the sofa while Chase hovered over her. He watched as she slid open one end of the thin package with a sharp fingernail.
Upending the packet, she shook it to dump out its contents. Three clear, very small plastic envelopes slid out onto the surface of the coffee table. They could have been sealed pill pouches for traveling. But they didn’t contain pills.
Chase and Haley stared down at them, neither one of them speaking. It was Chase who found his raspy voice first.
“Seeds! My brother sends you three little pouches of seeds? What in hell! Does this have any meaning for you?”
Haley could only wordlessly shake her head.
“There must be an explanation. Look inside the packet. See if there’s something else.”
Her fingers burrowed into the packet, withdrawing a folded note. She spread it open, scanned it silently and then thrust it at him. “I can’t read this scrawl of his. See if you can make it out.”
“It’s worse than usual. He must have been in a big hurry when he wrote it.” Chase read it aloud for her. “‘Take care of these for me, will you, sweetheart? Believe it or not, they’re very rare and valuable. I don’t want to take any chances with them. I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind locking them away at the bank in your safety deposit box. Please.’ And that’s underlined.”
Haley gazed up at him, mystified. “And that’s all? Not even a signature?”
“Afraid that’s it.”
“Well, I have to say this is the damnedest gift I’ve ever received. This half brother of yours...he couldn’t be half-baked as well, could he?”
“I don’t think Josh meant these seeds as any kind of a joke. I think he was totally serious when he sent them.”
“I’d like to go on sitting here trying to figure out what they mean, but right now my brain could use a stimulant.” She got to her feet. “Would you drink some coffee if I made it? It’ll only take a couple of minutes.”
“Coffee would be welcome.”
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
He watched her walk away toward the rear of the house, the slow sway of her perfectly rounded backside sending a shaft of arousal to his groin. Presumably she was headed to the kitchen, and he was headed to hell if he didn’t learn to control these desires for his brother’s girl.
He was starting to settle himself on one of the easy chairs when a revelation struck him. A return address! Had Josh included any kind of a return address? Neither one of them had thought to look for that. If he could find a return address, learn where Josh was...
Chase snatched up the empty brown paper packet from the sofa where Haley had discarded it. He searched both sides of it. Haley’s address was there on the front, yes. But no return address either there or on the reverse of the packet. He even felt inside in case Haley had missed something. Nothing.
It occurred to him that, considering how rare and valuable Josh claimed these seeds were, he’d been very careless in getting them to Haley. They had arrived by ordinary mail. No special delivery, nothing registered or requiring a signature.
There was something Chase suddenly realized he was overlooking. A postmark. He turned the packet back over to the front. Yeah, there it was, a little blurred but still readable.
Anchorage, Alaska.
Josh was in Anchorage, Alaska! Or had been when he’d mailed this. What in the world was he doing way up in Alaska? And connected with seeds of all things?
A reasonable theory right about now would have been nice. He didn’t have one. Or even a few seconds to come up with one. He was startled by the sound of breaking glass from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a sharp cry.
Chase discarded the packet and raced toward the noise.
