Undying Laughter. Kelsey Roberts

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      Startled, Destiny turned toward the angry voice. She actually jumped when David slammed the door with enough force to rattle the watercolor prints on the walls.

      Dylan and Wesley rose in unison, both men appearing unfazed by David’s display of ire.

      Wesley spoke first. “I’m Rose’s son, Wesley, and this is Dylan Tanner. We dropped by to discuss the threats against Ms. Talbott.”

      David cast her an irritated look before turning his furious brown eyes on Wesley. “Anything even remotely connected to Destiny is my business. I’ll handle everything—without interference from some bar hand and his buddy.”

      Dylan wasted no time producing his official identification. David visibly blanched.

      “As far as I can tell,” Wesley began, “you’ve done very little to protect Destiny from the individual who seems to be quite aware of her every move.”

      “I hired a detective!” David wailed in his own defense. “And he’s never gotten close to her. He only leaves her notes and flowers.”

      “He got pretty close to her today,” Wesley said. For the first time Destiny heard the faint trace of an actual, honest emotion in his tone. It could only be described as annoyance. For some reason, that pleased her. It also disturbed her.

      “What are you talking about?” David thundered as he stomped over to her side.

      “He left her a welcoming pot of gardenias at the Tattoo,” Dylan stated.

      “How in the world would he know you were arriving today?” David asked

      David was her manager, accustomed to orchestrating every aspect of her professional life. She could tell by his narrowed eyes that he was struggling to control his fury. Apparently he wasn’t too thrilled to have this Ivy League poster boy basically tell him to go to blazes.

      “Destiny, baby, I’m sorry,” David soothed. “We’ll find out who’s pulling this garbage. I know it scares you, but I’m sure it’s just some sicko getting his jollies.”

      “Do we need your permission to look into all this?” Wes asked.

      “Hang on,” Destiny said to Wesley. “I’m the one who makes that decision. Try asking me.” She stepped away from her manager.

      “Fine.” Wesley shrugged as he spoke. “Dylan has already done some preliminary work, which is why we came by at this late hour.”

      “Preliminary work?” she repeated. “What kind of preliminary work?”

      “He made a few calls about Greg Miller, your detective.”

      Destiny met Wesley’s eyes. “I wish I had known that. I’d like to ask that incompetent for my money back.”

      “That would be rather difficult,” Wesley said.

      “Bankrupt?” Destiny sighed as she lowered her gaze. Lord knew she’d watched her father file under one chapter or another through the years.

      “Not exactly,” Wes said as he moved to stand directly in front of her.

      His tall body blocked her view of the others in the room. Gently he placed his thumb under her chin and applied just enough pressure to force her to meet his eyes. For what felt like an eternity, Wesley searched her face, his eyes roaming over every feature. She held her breath, somehow sensing that whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to be good news. She was right.

      “Greg Miller was found shot to death two weeks before you received that invoice.”

      Chapter Four

      Destiny was still shaken by the news long after Dylan and Wesley had gone. She was also confused by the uncharacteristic behavior of the two individuals whom she considered her closest friends.

      After Dylan and Wesley left, David explained that he had come crashing into the villa because he’d heard her scream from his room two doors down.

      “Don’t ever go into law enforcement,” she teased him. “Not if it takes you the better part of a half hour to respond to what you think might be a crisis situation.”

      David blushed slightly. “I wasn’t dressed,” he defended lamely.

      “Neither was I,” Destiny said, closing her eyes at the memory.

      “Those two just showed up here?”

      “Right on the first guess.” She sighed. “I certainly didn’t invite them.”

      “I’ll speak to Rose. I’ll tell her we don’t want her kid inter—”

      “Please don’t do that,” Destiny interrupted. “And I’d hardly call Dr. Porter a kid.”

      “Then why does he still live with his mommy?” David retorted snidely.

      Destiny regarded him for a long, quiet moment. He was really angry. Obviously he hadn’t yet forgiven her for choosing the beach over the city.

      Glancing up at the clock, she almost let out a groan when she noted it was nearly two in the morning. This was supposed to be the night she caught up on lost sleep. Instead, she knew she was destined to try salving David’s rumpled feathers yet one more time.

      Gee, she thought glibly to herself, then I can wait a few hours and have my mother screeching in my ear for not following her directive.

      * * *

      HER PREDICTION PROVED true when she got “the call” at precisely 8:45 the next morning.

      And also true to form, Mona was furious. “Why is Carl still in jail?”

      “Because he broke the law in some small town in Georgia?” Destiny asked sweetly, cringing when she heard the irritated sigh come across the line.

      “I told your girl to have you handle it immediately.”

      “Gina isn’t my girl,” Destiny corrected gently. How could her mother have gone from Woodstock to snob in just one lifetime? she wondered not for the first time. “I got in late, but I plan to take care of the fine first thing.”

      “How could you have left him in some small town jail for the night?”

      “I doubt he noticed,” Destiny assured her mother. “They’ll probably have to perform CPR just to get him out of the cell.”

      “Is everything a joke with you?” Mona asked.

      Destiny heard the rustle of fabric and knew her mother was pulling on her judicial robes as the conversation progressed.

      “I wasn’t joking,” Destiny promised her mother in a more respectful tone. “The charge was drunk and disorderly. If he’d been tossed out last night, before some of the alcohol wore off, I was afraid of what might happen.”

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