Private Lives. Gwynne Forster

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СКАЧАТЬ knew that he could easily spare a couple of hours a week teaching Dudley to play the guitar. But Allison wouldn’t let the boy out of her sight and that meant being closer to her than he needed to be. He could still smell her scent two hours after he left her. She was starved for love and affection and she wanted him. But he couldn’t understand her reluctance and he definitely did not welcome it. Something was wrong and until he knew what it was, he’d tread carefully. As he thought about his relationship with Allison, the phone rang. He hoped he’d hear her voice.

      “Lightner here.”

      “Lightner here. How’s it going, man?” his older brother, Jason, said.

      “Hey! What’s up, brother?”

      “Plenty. I need a favor. I know you’ve retired from private investigating, but I need you as I never did before. I have a client who’s innocent and unless you help me, she’s going to have to pay a hefty price.”

      “You’re so sure she’s innocent?”

      “Absolutely. After practicing law for twelve years, I know when a client is lying and when she’s telling the truth.”

      “I told Mom that I’d quit and I was going back to practicing law. What’s the problem?”

      “My client’s married and she spurned the attention of a man on her staff, told him that he was harassing her and threatened to tell his wife if he didn’t stop it. Afraid that she might tell his wife, the man charged her—his boss—with sexual harassment. I need some background info on the man.”

      He loved his brother, his closest friend and confidant, but he didn’t like going back on his word to his mother. “Tell you what. You explain it to Mom, call me back and tell me what she says. I’m not in the habit of lying to her.”

      Seconds after he hung up, the phone rang and he saw Allison’s number on the caller ID screen. “Hi, Brock. I asked Dudley if he’d like you to be his guitar teacher and he’s so excited that he’s practically orbiting the earth. I’d appreciate it if you could give him lessons here.”

      He thought for a minute. “We can try that, Allison. But if your presence creates a problem…” He let the thought hang and added, “When I go to your place to teach Dudley, I’ll leave Jack at home. Does that guitar have all six strings?”

      “I’m sure because we’ve never taken it out of the case since my sister, Ellen, gave it to him.”

      “Good. If from four to five on Thursday afternoons is good for you, we’ll start.” He’d forgotten about his promise to Jason. “I’ll let you know when I can start.” She thanked him but seemed reluctant to end the conversation.

      Brock prided himself in being cautious, but he hadn’t had much experience with what he was feeling and he doubted that just being cautious would solve his problem. And another thing, he had to tell Allison that he’d probably be away from Indian Lake for a week or two, but he didn’t want his announcement to appear more important than it was. In any case, he had to wait until he heard from Jason.

      The phone rang but it wasn’t Jason who called him. He should have known he’d hear from Darlene Lightner. “Hi, Mom,” he said when he answered, having seen her name on his caller ID screen. “Don’t tell me. I know you’ve just spoken to Jason. I think I might help him, provided I can.”

      “Of course you should help your brother. But I told him that the next time he needs a private investigator, he should find someone else. How’s your book coming along?”

      “It’s coming along. I’m only now getting into it. The problem is what to exclude.”

      “If I were writing it, I’d start with the first case you took and why you took it. It isn’t often that a lawyer decides to work as a P.I. The rest I’d treat like an autobiography. But I’m not writing it.”

      He sat down and got comfortable. His mother—a university professor—had taught English composition and writing for years and he could have discussed with her his plans for the book. But he didn’t want his mother to help him with his work.

      “Thanks, Mom. I’ll keep that in mind and thanks for understanding that I want to help Jason if I can. I don’t plan to resume work as a private detective, so not to worry.”

      “Thank the Lord. That’s dangerous work. When are you coming back this way, son?”

      “I should be in Washington day after tomorrow to start work on Jason’s case. I’ll be staying with Jason, so I’ll drop by from time to time.” He knew that pleased her. “How’s Dad?”

      “Your father’s fine and he’s been on cloud nine ever since you told him you planned to practice law again. I have to get to class. Bye for now.”

      He said goodbye and hung up. Neither of his parents had approved of his work as a private investigator, but neither had interfered. He was glad that a single opportunity evolved into a career that in eight years had made him a wealthy man. And thanks to the experience, he’d be a better lawyer. He remained seated, thinking how best to tell Allison he’d be away for a short while. Normally, it wouldn’t be a problem, but he’d just agreed to teach Dudley the guitar and he had to postpone the first lesson. He lifted his right shoulder in a quick shrug. The way she reacted would tell him a lot about her.

      Allison grabbed Dudley, sat him down and told him, “Mr. Lightner offered to teach you how to play the guitar. You are not going to strum like those kids you see on television. The guitar is a musical instrument, and—”

      “It’s okay, Mommie. I’ll learn whatever Mr. Lightner teaches me. How often is he going to give me lessons? Every day?”

      She felt a little ashamed about her attitude. Even if he only learned to strum, he’d be able to entertain himself. “He has to work, Dudley, so he can only teach you once a week. Besides, that’s the way most music teachers teach their students, once a week.”

      “Okay. If that’s what Mr. Lightner says. When is he coming?”

      The phone rang, saving her an answer, at least for the moment. “Hello, Brock.”

      “It’s a nice day, Allison, too nice to stay inside. Would you like to walk along Adirondack Lake for a while before twilight? Dudley might like to get out of the house, and Jack needs some exercise.”

      “These cinnamon rolls need to bake for another half hour. After that I’m free.”

      Half an hour later, he knocked on her front door. When she opened it, Jack—behaving as if he were home—dashed inside to find Dudley.

      “Here,” he said. “I brought you this walking stick. They’re useful for climbing that little hill and for discouraging small animals. Ready?”

      She wished she could accept what she saw in his eyes. The warmth, sweetness and tender caring—expressions she’d never once seen in her ex-husband’s face—were for her. How had she made such a gargantuan mistake with Lawrence Sawyer?

      Dudley ran into the living room, followed by Jack. “You’re going to teach me the guitar, Mr. Lightner? You want to see my guitar?”

      He didn’t shift his gaze from her face. “I’ll have a look at it when we get back.”

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