4 Bodies and a Funeral. Stephanie Bond

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СКАЧАТЬ some reason, getting advice from the luscious Maria almost brought tears to Carlotta’s eyes. She felt so … useless.

      “Why don’t you go on inside and shower?” Jack suggested. “I’ll babysit the car and bring you your keys.”

      She nodded, then looked to his tall and talented partner. “Thank you, Maria, for your help.”

      “No problem,” Maria said, as if it were of no consequence, making Carlotta feel even smaller.

      She trudged toward the house and groaned inwardly to see her neighbor, Mrs. Winningham, standing next to the fence between their houses. Not only was she the nosiest woman alive, but she was convinced that the Wrens were single-handedly eroding the property values on the street.

      “Hello, Mrs. Winningham,” she said cheerfully.

      “What on earth happened to you?” the middle-aged woman asked, eyeing Carlotta’s appearance.

      “Food fight,” Carlotta offered, deadpan.

      The woman squinted at her, then nodded toward Jack and Maria. “Who are those people?”

      “Friends of mine. My car battery is dead, so they gave me a boost.”

      Her neighbor’s expression turned leery. “Speaking of cars, do you know anything about a black SUV parked across the street off and on the past couple of weeks? I’ve never seen anyone get in or out of it.”

      “No,” Carlotta said, but her heart skipped a beat. So the vehicle that Jack had noticed wasn’t simply passing by. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Excuse me, but I need to go inside and get cleaned up.”

      “Speaking of cleaning up,” the woman called behind her, “your house could use a good pressure washing!”

      Carlotta bit down on the inside of her cheek. “Thank you, Mrs. Winningham.”

      She climbed the steps to the town house and unlocked the door. When she pushed it open, the air in the living room was stale and confining. She didn’t stop to consider the room—the small television with its warped picture tube, the worn furniture, the pathetic little aluminum Christmas tree in the corner, a carryover from the short time her parents had lived there. The fact that Wesley wouldn’t let her take it down after ten years spoke volumes about how much their desertion had affected him.

      She turned left from the living room and walked down the hallway to her bedroom, shedding shoes and clothes as she walked across the carpet. She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water for the shower. While it warmed, she checked her cell phone on the slim chance she’d missed Wesley’s call, but there were no messages.

      Mindful of the few minutes she had before Jack returned her keys, she removed the flexible arm cast and climbed in to wash away the remnants of the cake and icing. Her arm was aching again. She’d overdone it and now she was out of pain pills.

      Which made her think of Wesley.

      Which made her think of how messed up their lives were.

      Which made her think of her absent parents.

      As always, all roads led back to Randolph and Valerie Wren.

      She turned off the water and toweled dry, then wrapped her hair. She pulled on her favorite full-coverage chenille robe and was walking back through the house when a rap sounded on the front door. She wasn’t surprised when Jack opened the door and stuck his head inside. He was familiar enough with her home.

      “Carlotta?”

      “Come in,” she said, walking into the living room.

      He held up her keys and remote control, then looked her up and down and gave her a wicked smile. “I remember that robe—or rather, I remember what’s under it.”

      Her bare toes curled in the pile of the carpet. Jack had that effect on her. “Gee, Jack, I thought your tastes were running toward a Spanish flavor these days.”

      He came over to stand in front of her and lifted her chin. “Are you jealous of Maria?”

      “Of course not,” she said, trying to scoff. Too bad it came out sounding like a cough.

      “Oh, my good God,” he said, bringing his mouth close to hers. “You are jealous.”

      “I am not,” she insisted.

      “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I think it’s kind of sexy. By the way, you looked pretty tasty all covered in cake.”

      She let him kiss her, a hot, probing kiss that pushed all her worries from her mind …

      Until her cell phone rang from her purse on the chair.

      She reluctantly broke the kiss. “Sorry—I need to get it. I haven’t heard from Wesley yet.” She pulled the phone out of her purse, but Peter’s name scrolled across the caller ID screen. “It’s not him.” She sent the call to voice mail and sighed in disappointment.

      Jack scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, the D.A. reduced the charges to a misdemeanor and added hours to Wesley’s community service.”

      She looked up, her mouth parting in elation. “He did? That’s great! That’s wonderful! That’s … wait—how did you know?”

      “I, um, got a call.”

      Her good mood dimmed. “Ah, from Liz. Of course.”

      Jack reached forward to stroke her cheek with his thumb. “We both have other people in our lives. It has to be that way … for now at least.”

      “You mean, until you arrest my father?”

      “No, I mean until you make up your mind.”

      The charm of three hearts came to mind. The doorbell rang, startling her. She and Jack both turned and Carlotta inhaled sharply to see Peter Ashford standing on the stoop, holding his phone and peering inside. He looked every inch the successful investment broker, impeccably dressed, his blond hair cut in a sleek, precision style.

      Jack looked back to her. “Perfect timing.”

      “Peter and I have a dinner date,” she murmured, drawing the tie on her robe tighter.

      “Let me guess. Ashford is taking you to eat sushi?”

      She flapped her eyelashes. “Who’s jealous now?” “No comment.” He started toward the door, then turned back. “If you need another jump after the Ken doll drops you off, give me a call.” Jack grinned, then turned to go, leaving her shaking her head.

      Carlotta uncurled her toes and went to greet Peter.

      6

      Carlotta manufactured a wide smile to counter the frown on Peter’s face that appeared when Jack emerged from her house. The men exchanged wary looks and did an awkward dance as they passed on the narrow stoop. There wasn’t room enough for both of them.

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