Every Move She Makes. Beverly Barton

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      “That was a fine meal, Mrs. Conway.” Mark Leamon smiled warmly at Judy as he stood. “I appreciate your inviting me to join your family celebration.”

      “After all you’ve done to help Reed, it was the least I could do,” Judy replied. She glanced at her daughter and added, “You know you’re always welcome here. Isn’t that right, Regina?”

      Regina smiled shyly as color flushed her pale cheeks. “Of course. But Mark already knows that. This isn’t the first time he’s had dinner with us.”

      Reed couldn’t help noticing the way his little sister looked at Mark Leamon. The way a woman looks at a man she cares about, a man she loves. Even though Regina was nearly twenty-six, he’d continued thinking of her as that same scared little girl who’d run into his arms screaming when she escaped from Junior Blalock’s clutches. Although she had visited him when he’d been in prison, he’d never really looked beyond those big blue eyes and sweet smile to see the attractive young woman she had become. Maybe big brothers didn’t like to think of their little sisters as adults, as sexual women who would want to be with a man.

      Regina was a knockout. The kind of girl men would always look at a second time. A mane of golden-blond hair hugged her shoulders. She was tall and curvy. China doll beautiful. How was it that Mark hadn’t picked up on the signals Regina was putting out? Unless he was the densest guy in the universe, it was only a matter of time until he figured out that she was his for the taking.

      Reed knew he’d have to do something about the situation before that happened. It was clear as glass. His little sister had the hots for her boss. Poor girl, didn’t she realize that she’d set her sights a little high? Mark was a member of the upper echelons of local society. He was, after all, related to Senator Porter. A first cousin once removed. He might offer Regina a hot affair, but when the time came for Mark to choose a wife, he’d pick one of his own kind.

      It wasn’t that he disliked Mark. The exact opposite was true. The guy had done everything in his power to help Reed, even agreeing to work with him to unearth more facts about Junior Blalock’s murder and to do what he could to get the case reopened. Mark was one of only a handful of people who actually believed that Reed hadn’t killed his stepfather. Sometimes he wondered if his mother really believed he was innocent.

      Reed lifted the iced-tea glass to his lips and took a hefty swig, then stood and shook hands with Mark. “Once I get settled in, I’ll be in touch and we can start the ball rolling.”

      Judy gave Reed a curious stare but didn’t question his comment—not then. When Regina walked Mark to the front door, Reed leaned down and whispered to his mother, “You need to put a stop to that before Mark realizes how easily he could have her.”

      Judy shushed Reed, then countered with a question as she stood. “Just what are you and Mark up to?”

      Reed draped his arm around Judy’s shoulder. “Don’t worry your pretty head about me. I promise that I’m going to keep out of trouble.”

      Judy glared at him as if she doubted his word. But then again, what reason did she have to trust him? He had always promised to stay out of trouble, but somehow he’d managed to break that vow time and again.

      Reed studied his mother. How was it possible that a fifty-year-old woman who’d lived such a hard life could still be so attractive? White streaked her naturally light-blond hair, which she wore chin-length and curled about her heart-shaped face. She was slender and leggy and probably didn’t outweigh Regina by more than ten pounds.

      “Hey, Reed, how about we head out?” Briley Joe scooted back the kitchen chair and stood to his full six feet.

      Reed glanced at his cousin and grinned. “Yeah, sure. In a few minutes.”

      “Time’s a-wasting, buddy boy. Home and hearth will still be here in the morning.”

      “Are you going out tonight?” Judy asked, a note of concern in her voice and a look of disapproval on her face.

      “I just want to show the boy a good time, Aunt Judy.” Briley flashed her his irresistible-to-all-females smile. “A few drinks, a few laughs.”

      Briley Joe clamped his big hand down on Reed’s shoulder. His nails retained a trace of grease stain under the tips. Briley Joe owned Conway’s Garage, where he was the chief mechanic. It was where Reed would start work tomorrow; no one else in town would employ him. He was determined to support himself and not be a financial burden on his mother and sister, not even for a few weeks.

      “You can save that smile for someone who doesn’t know you the way I do,” Judy said to her nephew; then she lowered her voice so that only Reed and Briley Joe could hear her. “Reed’s not a boy anymore. He doesn’t need my permission to go out honky-tonking with you. But you know as well as I do that he’ll be in violation of his parole if he’s caught in a bar.”

      “Ain’t gonna happen,” Briley Joe said. “The bars are full of ex-cons and don’t nobody care, least of all the cops.”

      “Mama, we’re not—” Reed started to explain.

      “At least stay long enough to tell your sister good night.” Judy nodded to the front door, which could be seen plainly from the kitchen.

      Mark ruffled Regina’s hair the way an adult would caress a child. “Why don’t you stay home tomorrow and spend some time with Reed? Consider it a paid holiday.”

      “Oh, Mark, that’s so nice of you. I’d love to—”

      “She’ll be at work promptly at nine,” Judy said, emerging from the kitchen to stand, hands on hips, in the middle of the living room. “This family doesn’t take charity of any kind. It was nice of you to offer, but Regina works eight hours for eight hours’ pay.”

      Damn it, Mama, Reed wanted to shout. Can’t you just once put aside your pride? Giving a valuable, hardworking employee the day off with pay wasn’t exactly charity. Judy Conway had a blind spot when it came to accepting anything for free. She always had been a proud woman—too proud to accept anything from anyone. Even when she’d had to send her kids to bed hungry, she had refused any kind of government assistance. And when other kids ate hot lunches at school, Judy had refused free lunches for Reed and Regina, instead packing peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches every day and somehow scraping together enough money for them to buy a half-pint of milk. To this day, Reed hated peanut butter. We’ll make do had been Judy’s credo. Apparently it still was.

      “I didn’t mean to offend.” Mark looked down at his feet, obviously a bit embarrassed by Judy’s response to what he had probably thought of as nothing more than a kind offer. “Whatever Regina wants.” Mark opened the door, but before he left he lifted his gaze, nodded to Reed, and then said, “Thank you again, Mrs. Conway, for your hospitality.”

      When Mark walked onto the porch, Regina all but ran after him. Her voice carried from outside, making it easy to hear her comments.

      “Mark, I’m sorry about Mama. You have to understand that she—”

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