CHAPTER SIX

“THANKS FOR meeting me,” Patience said as she slid into a booth at the Fox and Hound. “I’m sure I sounded mysterious on the phone.”

“There was a James Bond element to your request,” Justice told her. He mumbled something suspiciously like “It runs in the family.” But that didn’t make sense, so she shrugged it off.

She’d called him that morning and asked if he was free for lunch. She had a million things she needed to be doing, but this was too important to put off. Plus, who could complain about having lunch with an attractive man, even if that man confused the heck out of her?

Wilma, the sixtysomething, gum-snapping waitress, peered at Justice.

“I don’t know you, but you have the look of my Frank. That’s a compliment, in case you were wondering.”

“Thank you,” Justice said.

Wilma turned to Patience. “He with you?”

“Sort of.”

Wilma’s penciled-in brows rose. “Well, isn’t that the cat’s pajamas? What’ll you have?”

“Diet Coke,” Patience said, knowing she could no more stop the town from paying attention to her and her personal life than she could stop the rotation of the earth.

“Coffee for me,” Justice told the waitress. “Black.”

She wrote down their orders. “There was a small accident in the kitchen earlier. Nothing to worry about, but I’d get one of the wraps if I was you.”

Patience held in a groan. Obviously they should have gone somewhere else. “Thanks for the information.”

Justice looked at her. “Is there a wrap you recommend?”

“The London wrap is the best,” Wilma said. “With fries. You’ll like it.”

He passed her his menu. “I’m sure I will.”

“The same for me,” Patience said weakly.

“Smart girl.”

When Wilma had left, Patience risked a glance at Justice. “She can be a little forceful.”

He looked more amused than irritated. “I’m okay with that. Part of the town’s charm.”

“You say that now,” Patience muttered. “Just wait.” She drew in a breath. “Thanks for helping with the Lillie–Zack situation. My mom filled me in on everything. I agreed with her theory that I should stay out of it so Lillie doesn’t think you betrayed her confidence.”

“Thank you. I don’t want her to hate me—she’s a great kid.”

“One who inspires an equally powerful affection in her classmates.” She winced. “I think I’m going to have some serious trouble when she turns sixteen.”

“Lock her in a tower.”

She laughed. “An option I hadn’t considered.” She cleared her throat, knowing she had to get to the point of their lunch.

“As for why I asked you to join me...”

He looked at her. “Yes?”

“I had a visit from Lillie’s grandfather.” She passed over the business card Steve had given her. “He wants to start seeing her regularly. Have a relationship with her, I guess.”

“He hasn’t been around before this?”

“No. He walked out on his family when Ned, Lillie’s dad, was little. Ned was always so angry and bitter about his father. When we met, I took that as a good sign. We’d both had our fathers leave, so I figured we’d both be committed to staying for the long haul.” She shook her head. “I was wrong.”

“Have you met—” he glanced at the card “—Steve before?”

“Once. Before the wedding. He showed up, took us to dinner, made a lot of promises, then disappeared. I don’t think he’s dangerous, but I also don’t trust him. Lillie doesn’t need her grandfather showing up and then disappearing. I want to know what kind of man he is. I thought with all your training, you could help me figure that out.”

“Sure. Easy enough.” Justice tucked the business card into his shirt pocket. “What happened with Ned?”

Wilma reappeared with their drinks, then returned to the kitchen. Patience unwrapped her straw.

“Nothing very unusual. We dated. It was fun but not great. I wasn’t in love with him or anything, but I thought maybe I could be. I don’t know. I slept with him and I probably shouldn’t have. It was a tough time for me. I was confused about what I wanted to do with my life. Young.”

“Really young,” Justice said, his gaze steady.

“You’ve done the math, huh?”

“Lillie’s ten. You were a teenager when you got pregnant.”

“I know. Out of high school, but barely. Anyway, I got pregnant. Ned wasn’t happy but said he wanted to do the right thing. We got married. I worked part-time at Morgan’s Books. A couple of months after Lillie was born, Ned told me he was leaving. He’d met someone else. She was a little older and very well-off.”

She glanced out the window, willing herself not to show emotion. It wasn’t that she was so crushed by what had happened. Not anymore. It was that she’d been so stupid and trusting.

“I thought he would be there because he promised he would be,” she admitted. “Like I said, I assumed from the way he talked about his dad walking out on him that he would never do that to his kid. I was wrong. I was shocked when he admitted he’d been having an affair and wanted out.” She returned her attention to Justice. “He already had the paperwork ready. Her lawyer had prepared it. Ned walked away from me, and from Lillie. He made no claim on her.”

She sipped her soda. “I thought about it for a long time and finally realized he wouldn’t be there for her. He didn’t want a child and, sure, I could have forced him to pay and have visitation, but to what end? So he could make her feel she wasn’t important? On my good days, I tell myself he realized he was too much like his dad to commit to his daughter. On my bad days, I think he was a bastard. In the end, I signed everything. I moved back with my mom, went to beauty school and you know the rest of it.”

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. His fingers were warm and comforting. “You never saw Steve through all this?”

“No. Never heard from him or anything. Yesterday I turned around and there he was, saying he wanted a relationship with Lillie.”

“I’ll find out everything I can before I go.”

She pulled back her hand before she could stop herself. The temperature in the restaurant seemed to drop about fifteen degrees, and any hunger she’d had disappeared. She shouldn’t be surprised, but she was.

“You’re leaving?”

“For a couple of weeks. I still—” He leaned toward her. “Patience, no. I’m not leaving town. I’m still under assignment for the company I used to work for. I have one last job with them. I’ll be gone about ten days. No longer.”

“Oh.” Relief washed through her. She cleared her throat and hoped she’d managed to maintain an expression somewhat close to normal. “Right. What kind of job is it?”

“Typical bodyguard assignment.”

She smiled. “What does that mean? I’m not sure I know a single person who has ever needed to use a bodyguard.” She held up a hand. “I take that back. My friend Charlie’s mother has used them in the past, but she was a famous ballerina. You were here with her last year, right?” When he hadn’t bothered to come see her.

Why couldn’t she make sense of Justice? He was so supportive and friendly and sexy, but he’d stayed away. What did that mean? She really needed his help with Steve and she liked being around him, but was she paying too high a price for that?

Stay on topic, she reminded herself. “So, the bodyguard thing. You know, most of us manage to get through our day without protection. So, who’s this guy?”

“I can’t tell you.”

She waited, but he didn’t seem to be kidding. “Okay. Does that also mean you can’t tell me where you’re going?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.” She wasn’t sure what to do with the information, although she knew she didn’t like it. “Do they speak English in this mystery place?”

“No.”

“So it’s dangerous.”

“Not every non-English-speaking place is dangerous.”

“I know, but if you were going to a place where they spoke English, it probably wouldn’t be dangerous. I can’t see there being a lot of perilous moments on the Great Barrier Reef. Unless you count the sharks.”

She did her best to keep her tone light, which was more for his benefit than hers.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he told her.

“I’m not. Maybe a little. I don’t want you to disappear like you did before.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Was that promise for this specific trip or did it include all of eternity? She had a feeling that asking that would change her from charming friend to scary, overintense nonfriend.

Wilma appeared then and placed their lunches in front of them. Patience thanked her and reached for a fry, all the while wondering if she could trust Justice to keep his word. She wanted to say she knew the man, but he was still a mystery to her. She knew who he had been, but that was a long time ago.

She knew she liked him and adored his kisses and would, perhaps foolishly, jump into bed with him, should he ask. But that wasn’t the same as trusting him. Trust had to be earned. She just hoped she wasn’t at risk of falling for a man who didn’t deserve her heart.

* * *

JUSTICE WAITED ON the sidewalk outside the elementary school. Kids streamed past him, a few climbing into waiting cars, but the majority walking home with friends. It was that kind of place where children were safe walking around on their own.

He scanned the crowd, then spotted Lillie. She was talking to a couple of other girls. She looked up and saw him, then waved enthusiastically. She said something to her friends and hurried over.

“Hi! You’re here.”

“I wanted to talk to you about my research.”

They walked together toward her house.

“Zack’s been different lately,” Lillie told him. “I knew you’d said something to him.”

“We had a talk.”

She gazed up at him expectantly.

“He’s not stalking you or acting weird,” Justice told her. “He likes you.”

Two days before Justice had met with Ava, the school counselor, Zack’s parents, the kids’ teacher and Zack himself. What everyone had quickly discovered was that Zack liked Lillie. He wasn’t trying to be stalker-guy. He was a kid with a crush.

His parents had been understanding and promised to teach him that staring at the object of his affection wasn’t the best way to win her over, and Justice had agreed to share the results of the meeting with Lillie.

“I don’t understand,” Lillie said. “Why doesn’t he just talk to me?”

“He likes you.”

“But he’s a boy. Boys are strange.” She wrinkled her nose. “This isn’t like TV, is it? With kissing?”

“There’s no kissing.”

“Good. Mom keeps saying that one day I’ll look at boys different, but I don’t think so.” She looked up at him. “Thanks for helping me. I guess I just need to stay out of his way.”

“He should be better now. Less intense.”

“That’s good.” She smiled. “Are you going to send me a bill? I’ve never had a bill before.”

“No. I did this one because I know your mom.”

“That’s nice. Thank you.”

They had reached her house. He paused on the sidewalk.

Lillie was bright, friendly and sweet. A great kid. The kind of kid who made people who didn’t want children second-guess their plans.

“I need to get going,” he told her.

“Okay. Thanks, Justice.”

“You’re welcome.”

He walked back the way he’d come. Maybe Ford was right. Maybe Fool’s Gold wasn’t the kind of place either of them should settle. But leaving—he couldn’t. Not yet. The draw was too powerful, his need too extreme. He would have to remember to be careful and make sure he kept those who mattered to him safe.

* * *

PATIENCE SAT CROSS-legged on the sofa. She had a pad of paper and a pen. In front of her was a can of diet soda. She was walking that tightrope of needing the caffeine and slipping into jittery madness.

“The equipment is ordered,” Ava said, holding up a folder. “I have all the receipts here. I’ve created a calendar with delivery dates. The plumber and electrician have to come in first, so we need to know where everything is going.”

Patience drew in a breath. “Right. So we need to finalize placement. What do you think?”

“I think you should get another opinion,” her mother told her. “Ask Justice what he thinks. He used to be military. He’s used to slipping in and out of places. He should have a good idea about room flow and what can get in the way.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” Not that she minded a reason to see Justice. “You’re right. He’ll bring a fresh perspective. I’ll call him later and set up a time.”

“Perfect.” Her mother flipped open her folder. “Between the construction and the equipment, we’ve used up most of our budget.”

“I know. We knew that was going to happen.”

Decent, professional equipment didn’t come cheap. Then there were all the supplies that went with opening a coffee place. Cups, mugs, glasses, tables, chairs, napkins, cases, a dishwasher.