The Sharpest Edge. Stephanie Rowe

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СКАЧАТЬ This is my first summer. Welcome.” He gave her a nice smile that she could see would have a good effect on guests. It made her want to smile back, so she did. Felt weird to grin, but good, too. She should do it more often.

      “I’m going to be in my dad’s office for a bit, okay?”

      “Sure.” Didi fished a set of keys out of her back pocket. “I’ll unlock it for you.”

      “He locks his office during the day now?” Since when did that happen? It wasn’t as if he kept any money in there, and with Didi and Will running around out front, no one would be able to wander in unnoticed. Sure, she’d locked the door at the house, but that was because she had a homicidal maniac after her. Not too likely Max had landed one, as well.

      Didi shrugged. “He started locking it in early June, maybe a month and a half ago.”

      “Did someone break in or something? Why the concern with security?”

      “I don’t know.” Didi looked at Will, who shrugged.

      “Never mind.” The last thing she needed was to start thinking too much about her dad. “I’ll be inside if you need me.” She stepped inside and shut out Didi and Will, leaning back against the door while she looked at her dad’s office for the first time in a decade. The room looked as if it belonged to a stranger.

      Gone were all the family photos, except for a few of Cheryl and herself. Absolutely no sign of her mom, right down to the removal of the light fixtures Joyce had installed. The furniture was different, the curtains had changed and there was carpet on the beautiful old pine floor. It was as if someone had tried to transform it from a rustic camp office into something more suitable for suburban Boston.

      Was this the handiwork of her dad’s new concubine, or Max’s attempt to erase the memory of his wife?

      Not that it mattered. Kim was here to preserve a future for her sister, not dwell on the past. So she lifted her chin, walked to the desk and sat. She flicked on the computer and waited for it to boot up. Maybe she hadn’t been to the hospital yet, but she could at least save this camp. No worries of running into her dad or his wife-from-hell.

      This was good. Since she couldn’t occupy herself with her own work, she could use the camp as a distraction from remembering that the last time she’d been in this town, her mother had been alive. A heaviness settled around her and Kim clamped down on the memories. See why she hadn’t wanted to come back? Thinking about the past made it harder to deal with the present. Who needed that? Not her.

      She shut off her emotions and opened that year’s financial statements, which made absolutely no sense to her whatsoever.

      She was a magazine editor, not a numbers person.

      But Alan was. Maybe he could help. She picked up her cell phone and dialed his mobile. He answered on the second ring. “How’s Maine?”

      “It sucks. Any sign of Jimmy?”

      “None. I’ve staked out your place and your work, and he hasn’t turned up. No hang-up calls on your machine or at work. He’ll show, though. I know he will.”

      Or maybe he’s already in Maine.

      No, dammit. She wasn’t going to let him get to her. She was going to focus on Alan and how good it was to hear his voice. Alan. Safe and secure, her only real friend in L.A. It was amazing how close they’d gotten in the year and a half they’d known each other. Nothing like a couple of attempted murders to accelerate the bonding.

      “How’s the camp?” Alan asked.

      “Just about in bankruptcy. Hey, can you tell me how to read financial statements?”

      “Not in the five minutes I have until my next meeting. Why?”

      “Apparently, the camp is in bad shape, so I promised an old friend I’d check it out.”

      “Seriously? You’re actually looking at camp financial statements? I was joking when I asked you how it was. You said you weren’t even going to set foot in the camp.”

      “Yeah, well, things changed. Can you help me? Where do I start looking to find out what’s going on?”

      He made a noise of exasperation. “I can’t tell you how to audit a company in thirty seconds.”

      “Well, teach me something. I have work to do.” She opened another file. Payroll. Will and Didi were on there. And Eddie. She didn’t recognize any other names.

      “I have extra vacation time. Why don’t I fly out there and help you?” He hesitated. “I’m not sure I like you being out there alone when we don’t know where Jimmy is.”

      She almost smiled. It felt good to have someone care about her. It was a shame that there was zero romantic interest between the two of them. Though if there had been any, they would have broken up by now. Between Jimmy and Sean, she wasn’t exactly a poster child for healthy romantic relationships. Jimmy had made worse that which was already broken. “You can’t come, Alan. You have to stay out there to watch for Jimmy. Remember the plan?”

      “Yes, but the plan also entailed you hiding out in a secure hotel, not in a defenseless cabin in the middle of the woods.”

      Excellent point.

      A loud rap sounded on the office door, startling her. It swung open before she could extend an invitation and she lurched back, grabbing a paperweight and aiming it at the intruder. Sean marched inside and her hand dropped in relief.

      He was wearing jeans, boots and an old gray T-shirt that showed off the hard, lean body of a military warrior.

      When she’d left ten years ago, he’d been a skinny eighteen-year-old who hadn’t grown into his long limbs.

      Not anymore.

      He was all man, and he looked furious.

      And for some stupid reason, she was glad to see him. Probably the fact that she had a stalker after her and Sean had a gun on his hip and looked ready to kill.

      God help her if it was any other reason.

      Chapter Four

      “I gotta go. Bye.” Tension rushed over him as Kim quickly hung up the phone.

      Was she hiding something?

      “Who was that?” Sean shut the door and leaned against it, taking a quick scan of the office. No threats, nothing out of place. Safe, for the moment.

      “My friend. Alan Haywood. He’s watching my apartment in L.A. to see if Jimmy shows up.” Her cell phone rang again and she glanced down at it. “It’s Alan.”

      He held out his hand. “Give it to me.” Alan, huh? He didn’t like the sound of a friend named Alan. Sounded fishy to him.

      She glared at him. “No.” She answered it. “What?”

      She waited for a moment, then smiled. “No, I’m fine. The cops just arrived and I sort of panicked. But nothing has happened.” She covered the mouthpiece and directed her next СКАЧАТЬ