Cause For Alarm. Erica Spindler

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      “Nervous?”

      “Who me?” He laughed and shook his head. “Never.”

      He meant it, Kate knew. Her husband’s self-confidence never ceased to amaze her. Tonight, he was announcing his intention to run for St. Tammany Parish District Attorney, yet he wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t anxious or plagued by self-doubt and second thoughts.

      Why should he be? He expected his announcement to be applauded by their family and friends, by his business associates and the leaders of the community. And he expected not only to win the race, but that the run would be nearly effortless.

      Of course he did. Richard had always lived a kind of starred existence. Had always been the chosen one, the one voted most likely to succeed, the winner. He wore success as comfortably as others wore ten-year-old athletic shoes.

      “You’re certain Larry, Mike and Chas are one hundred percent behind this?” she asked, referring to his law partners at Nicholson, Bedico, Chaney & Ryan.

      “Absolutely. What about you, Kate?” He searched her gaze. “Are you one hundred percent behind me? If I win, our lives will change. We’ll be scrutinized, constantly under the magnifying glass.”

      “Trying to frighten me off?” she teased, leaning against him. “Well, it won’t work. I’m one hundred percent behind you and your decision. And you might as well forget about ‘If you’re going to win,’ because you are. I’m certain of it.”

      “With you at my side, how can I not?”

      When she tried to laugh off his words, he cupped her face in his palms and gazed into her eyes. “I mean it. You have magic, Katherine Mary McDowell Ryan. You always have. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

      Tears stung her eyes. She chided herself for her earlier melancholy and silently counted her blessings. The girl who’d worn shoes with holes in the soles and hand-me-down school uniforms to St. Catherine’s, the girl who had never known the security of a comfortable home, the one who had attended Tulane University on a scholarship, squeaking by borrowing books and waiting tables at night, had come a long way. In no small part because Richard Ryan, favorite son of one of New Orleans’ first families had unbelievably, miraculously, fallen in love with her.

      “I love you, Richard.”

      “Thank God.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “Now, can we please go inside?”

      She agreed and within minutes they were swept back into the party, surrounded, then separated by their jubilant guests. Richard made his announcement and, as expected, his news was greeted by those not already in the know with cheers of approval.

      From that moment on, the party became almost manic. As if all in attendance had been struck by a strange sort of energy, a sense that life as it had been was about to change. The year 1999. The fin de siècle. The stuff of the future, of science fiction, of uncertainty and the unknown—not of the now. Not of everyday lives.

      Midnight came. Confetti and streamers flew and horns sounded. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, more champagne drunk. The caterer served a buffet brunch. It was eaten and enjoyed then finally, one by one, Kate and Richard’s guests began to leave.

      As Richard walked the last out, Kate began picking up even though they’d contracted a cleaning service to take care of the mess first thing in the morning.

      “God, you’re beautiful.”

      She looked up. Richard stood in the doorway between the dining room and front parlor, watching her. She smiled. “And you’re flushed with success. Or alcohol.”

      “Both. But it’s still true. You’re gorgeous.”

      She wasn’t, she knew. She was attractive, with an ageless, angular kind of face. Not gorgeous or sexy. Not a knockout. Classy, maybe. Solid, definitely. “I’m glad you think so.”

      “You never could take a compliment. Because of your old man.”

      “You have good bones, Katherine Mary McDowell,” she said, imitating her father’s slight brogue. “Never underestimate the importance of good bones and teeth.” She laughed. “Like a work horse, for heaven’s sake.”

      Richard grinned and as Kate had been earlier that evening, she was reminded of the fraternity boy who had swept her—and every other coed on the Tulane campus—off her feet. “Your father did have a way with words.”

      “That he did.” She shook her head. “Come give me a hand.”

      Instead, he cocked his head studying her, a boyish, pleased expression on his face. “Kate McDowell,” he said softly, “the one many wanted, including my good buddy Luke. But who I won.”

      As always happened at the mention of their mutual friend, Luke Dallas, the twin emotions of guilt and longing assailed her. Once upon a time, the three of them had been inseparable. They had been best friends at Tulane; Luke had been her confidant, the person she had turned to for comfort, advice, support. In many ways, she had been closer to him during those years than to Richard.

      Then she’d destroyed their friendship with one thoughtless, reckless act of passion and grief.

      Uncomfortable with the memory, she shifted her attention to collecting the soiled cups and plates. “You’re drunk,” she said lightly.

      “So what? I’m not driving.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Do you deny that Luke was in love with you?”

      “We were friends, Richard.”

      “And nothing else, right?”

      She met his gaze. “We were all friends. I wish that hadn’t changed.”

      For a moment, her husband said nothing, just watched her. When he spoke, his mood had mellowed once more. “You’re going to make the perfect politician’s wife.”

      She arched an eyebrow. “Are you so sure of that, District Attorney Ryan? I don’t have a pedigree, you know.”

      “Classy, beautiful, smart Kate. You don’t need one, you’re married to me.”

      She set the empties on a tray and began collecting more. He was right, she supposed. Marrying him had validated her in New Orleans society. She didn’t need a good family, or to have come from money, she had been given his.

      For the second time that evening, she thought of her blessings. She had many things to be grateful for, she knew. For her loving husband, their beautiful home. Her own business, a coffeehouse called The Uncommon Bean, which she loved; her stained glass work, plenty of money. All the things she had always told herself that she wanted. That she needed to be completely happy.

      “I’m sorry if I upset you with that comment about Luke. I don’t know what gets into me sometimes.”

      “It’s been a long night, that’s all.”

      Richard crossed to her and took the empty cups from her hands and set them back on the end table. “Leave the mess. That’s what we’re paying the service for.”

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