Blue Twilight. Maggie Shayne

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      “Are you telling me,” she asked Max in a tone of disbelief, “that during the whole time I was in the coma, and you two were up in Maine saving your sister from notorious vampire hunters and tracking down the bastard who shot me, that you never once—”

      “Like you don’t think I’d have told you if we had?”

      “You’d have rented a billboard,” Stormy said with a sigh. “So now you’re giving up?”

      Max pursed her lips. “If I’m living in Maine and Lou insists on staying here in White Plains, I don’t see what choice I have.”

      Stormy looked at her, a mix of pity and skepticism in her vivid sapphire eyes.

      Slowly, Maxine straightened off the van, looked down toward the road and smiled. “I’m not beaten yet, though. Here he comes.” She nodded toward the oversize rustmobile that was pulling up to the curb, since there was no room in the driveway. The small square of blacktop held the rental van on one side and Stormy’s little red Miata on the other. Max’s green VW Bug was in the garage.

      The noise level dropped to zero when Lou shut off his engine; then the heavy driver’s door swung open. Lou got out, and Max drank in the sight of him. God, he was something. Oh, he tried real hard, especially for her, she thought, to pull off the saggy, burned out ex-cop routine. With his loose-fitting suits and always crooked ties, and slow-talking, slow-walking ways, he tried to be the living proof that forty-four was over the hill. And way too old for a twenty-six-year-old. But she saw through the act. He wasn’t too old; he was just too damn wary. The only thing burned out about Lou Malone was his heart, though she didn’t know why. She’d always intended to fix it, whether he liked it or not. Now, she thought she was about to run out of time.

      He came across the driveway to where she stood, glancing at the van, then at her. His eyes met hers, held them, and she thought she saw something sad in them before he covered it with a smile. Could he be sorry to see her go?

      He broke eye contact and nodded hello to Stormy.

      “Hey, Lou,” Stormy called. “We’d just about decided you weren’t coming to see us off.”

      “Wouldn’t miss it. How are you feeling, Stormy?”

      “Fine, except for being sick of everyone asking how I’m feeling.” She softened the words with a smile. “You?”

      “Can’t complain.” He eyed the van, his glance tripping over Max’s tummy on the way. Good, she thought. It would have been a waste of good low-rise jeans and a cropped-short T-shirt if he hadn’t even noticed the bared section of skin in between.

      He cleared his throat, nodded at the van. “Are you going to have to make a few trips with that thing, Max?”

      “Nope. Everything that’s going is packed up and ready. Except my car, anyway. I’ll have to come back for that.”

      “Everything?” He lifted his brows. “You couldn’t have fit furniture in there.”

      “You’ve been to my sister’s house, Lou. Morgan’s will left me everything, furniture included.”

      “Still, seems like you’d want some of your own.”

      “Most of the stuff in this house isn’t my own, anyway. It’s nearly all hand-me-downs from my parents.” She never qualified the word parents with the word adoptive, even though it was true. “Besides, what do I have here that would fit there? That place is … opulent.”

      “Yeah, but it’s not you.”

      She planted her hands on her hips and frowned at him. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not opulent?”

      He lifted his brows. “It wasn’t an insult, Maxie, just an observation. Morgan’s house is—hell, it’s Morgan. Dramatic, dark, rich. You should be in a place that’s … I don’t know. Cute, quirky, fun.”

      “Sexy?”

      He sent her a quelling look.

      Maxie sent him back a wink. “That’s what you meant, and you know it. But don’t worry, Lou. Once I get settled in, I’m going to redecorate a suite of rooms just for me. I can’t exactly do the whole place, though. It’s not like Morgan’s really dead, after all.”

      “No, I suppose not.” He lowered his head, shaking it slowly.

      “What?” she asked.

      “We talk so matter-of-factly about it. Like it’s nothing. And then every once in a while it hits me. Everything that happened. Everything we saw. Stuff I thought was nothing but superstition, turning out to be real. The fact that one of Mad Maxie Stuart’s conspiracy theories turned out to be dead on target.”

      He said it with a teasing smile that made her want to lean up and kiss it right off his face. Instead, she only shrugged. “I wish you were coming with me.”

      “Yeah, well, I told you, I didn’t retire from the force with the goal of going back to work fulltime.”

      “Right. Instead you’re going to buy a fishing boat and spend your time lying around, smelling like bait and growing a beer belly.”

      “Sounds like paradise, doesn’t it?”

      “Yeah, for a seventy-year-old in failing health, maybe. Not for you.”

      He eyed her, maybe seeing a little beyond the words she said out loud, so she averted her eyes. She hadn’t meant to sound petulant or pouty. Childish was the last way she wanted him to think of her.

      “I’ll visit, I promise.”

      She shot her eyes back to his. “When?”

      “When? Well … I don’t know.”

      “How about now?”

      “Now?”

      “Today.”

      “Maxie, sometimes I don’t even know how to follow your conversations.”

      She rolled her eyes. “Hell, you’re going to make me admit it, aren’t you?”

      He held up both hands, shaking his head, as if she’d lost him.

      “I’m not sure I can drive that … thing.” She nodded toward the van. “It’s huge, and I can hardly see over the steering wheel. It steers like a truck, shifts like a tank, catches every breeze like a sailboat. It wobbles and rocks, and I can’t see behind me with those stupid mirrors.”

      He looked again at the van, then at her. Stormy said, “I’m going back inside, make sure everything’s locked up, shut down, turned off, you know.”

      “You drove it here from the rental place,” СКАЧАТЬ