After the Loving. Gwynne Forster

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      “Fine. What’s in them?”

      “Screws, clamps, nails, different types of fasteners.” He stacked a dozen cases beside the desk. “I’ll be back later,” he said, and went to the basement to deal with cables and girders. After what he surmised was an hour had elapsed, he looked at his watch and gasped.

      “She must think I’m crazy. I’ve been down here two hours.” He left his coat and gloves on a pile of steel rods and raced up the stairs. At the top, he stopped still. She wasn’t pouting or posturing in anger as he had expected, but was bending over a case to inspect its contents.

      “I’m sorry, Velma. I’m so used to working here alone, and I got so involved that I…I hope you’re not annoyed with me.”

      Still holding a box, she raised up and looked at him. “Why would I be annoyed? We came here to work, didn’t we? By the way, I’d love to meet the genius who posted these records.”

      “Why?”

      “’Cause every case is missing two or three boxes. I’d think you’d open a case, use all the boxes in it and then open another one.”

      He rushed to her. “That’s what we’re supposed to do. Let me see.”

      “Hmm. And that is how it looks on this spread sheet,” she said, frowning. “Somebody is dipping in the till. Big-time, too.”

      He didn’t like the sound of it. To prevent rip-offs, they built the warehouse on their own property where they could easily oversee it. And now, this. “You mind reading it off to me, beginning with PN3306?”

      “Sixty.”

      He let out a long breath. “Four missing.”

      For the next three hours, as they rechecked, anger flooded him. Someone had discovered an easy way to increase his salary, but not any longer, he vowed.

      “Every order, sealed and unsealed, in this place has to be checked. I don’t know how to thank you. You took it seriously, and look what you found. Look, I’m hungry and so are you. Let’s go.”

      “Why wouldn’t I take it seriously, Russ? It’s important to you.”

      He stared at her before shaking his head as if that would straighten out his mind. “Don’t go there, man,” he cautioned himself. To her, he said, “Thanks. I appreciate that. I’ll get my coat and gloves and be right back.”

      When he returned, she had put on her coat—another point in her favor; unlike some women he had known, she didn’t wait for him to do for her what she was capable of doing for herself, though he would happily have held her coat for her.

      “Well, what do we have here?” she asked of the snow flurries that glided down on them as they stepped out of the warehouse.

      He let his gaze roam the sky. “I don’t think we’ll get much snow.” He took out his cellular phone and punched in a number. “Henry, is Tara home?”

      “She’s here. Adam brought her home soon as it started snowing. I’m gonna take a nap, so you and Velma can make yourselves a sandwich or something. Drake’s out on that horse of his, and Tara’s playing the piano. See you at supper.”

      He drove with care, mindful of the slippery road, and how glad he was when a big brown bear ambled across the truck’s pathway.

      “Now, you know why I brought along this rifle. If I got stuck on this road, one of those babies could turn this truck over.” He let a grin circle his mouth when he looked at her. “Bear meat’s good. It is,” he added when she shivered.

      He stopped the truck at the front door, got out and went around to help her climb down. “Want my baseball cap?” he asked her, deliberately holding her longer than necessary. “Pile your hair up under it so it won’t get wet.”

      “Thanks. I’ll keep it as a souvenir.” He was about to ask, souvenir of what? when he remembered how candid she could be, so he let a smile suffice for a response.

      “I’m sorry about the problems at the warehouse, but I had a good time, and I learned a lot. Thanks for taking me along.”

      With his fingers tight around her arm, he sprinted with her to the front door, opened it and stepped inside with her. “I’m in your debt. I’m not sure I would have opened a sealed case to check its contents.”

      “Some of those that had been tampered with were sealed, and some had been opened. That’s what’s mysterious.”

      “But only temporarily.” He shifted his gaze lest he betray himself. “After I wash up, I’m going to the kitchen and see what I can find to eat. Want to meet me there in about ten minutes?”

      “Thanks, I sure will. I’m starved.”

      “I’m not surprised. See you later.”

      She hated to face him again wearing something he disliked, but what could she do about the caftan? She checked her address book, found the cellular phone number that he gave her during her visit the previous Christmas and called him.

      “Russ, this is Velma. Can you wait half an hour? I have to do something.”

      “All right, but if I starve, be prepared to make amends.”

      “What kind of amends?”

      “Not to worry. Whatever punishment I mete out will be enjoyable. I guarantee it.”

      “Make it an hour. By that time, your tummy should have begun pinching you, and you’ll be eager for vengeance.”

      “Watch your words, woman. I’m serious even when I’m joking.”

      “Who’s joking?”

      She heard him suck in his breath and could barely stifle a laugh. He was a tough man, and he worked hard at hiding his feelings, but she knew when a man wanted her. And he did. The question was whether he’d do anything about it.

      “Let’s see how you talk when you’re not hiding behind a telephone wire,” he said.

      “Really! And I’d like to see how you act when your ironclad control slips. Lord, please let me be right there when it happens.”

      After a telling silence, he said, “Would you say those same words if I was there with you?”

      I may regret this, but what the heck! Right now, I’m batting zero. “If you doubt it, honey, step out into the hall.”

      His labored sigh reached her through the wire. He was two doors away, and he might as well have been in Baltimore. The silence bored into her like a screw tearing through wood. Had she angered him?

      “You still there?” Only air and the sound of her own breathing. She lay the phone on the table, but didn’t hang up on the chance that he still held the receiver. After brushing her hair, she inspected a navy blue cotton caftan, decided СКАЧАТЬ