07 It Had to Be You Read online

  “Before me.”

  “You didn’t make me promise,” Jack pointed out. “And anyway, everyone knows chicks are better at this shit, man. She’s getting on a flight. We need her here. You need her.”

  They made it to the ER and sat in the waiting room, waiting on news. Several hours later, Sara ran in.

  Tall, athletically lean, with her blue eyes filled with worry, she walked right into Luke’s arms.

  “Nothing yet,” he told her. “We’re waiting on tests. They haven’t let us see him.”

  Sara nodded and sniffed, wiping her nose on his shirt. He let that one go and introduced her to Ali.

  “Sorry,” Sara said, swiping beneath her eyes. “I see Luke, and I always cry. It’s a silly reaction, but I just always know that when he’s in charge, it’s all going to be okay, you know?”

  “It is going to be okay,” Luke said.

  Sara gave Ali a soggy smile. “See?”

  A few minutes later, the doctor came out. “Intestinal distress,” Dr. Josh Scott said.

  They all just stared at him.

  “I’m sorry,” Luke said. “What?”

  “He didn’t have a heart attack,” he said. “He ate two pastrami on rye sandwiches, three large dill pickles, and an entire bag of spicy Cheetos. He had indigestion.”

  Sara grinned broadly. “Sounds like grandpa.”

  Dr. Scott shook his head. “He has dangerously high cholesterol, and we’re setting him up with a dietician. But otherwise he’s as healthy as an ox.”

  Luke was the first to go in to see him. Edward was propped up on his hospital bed eating Jell-O.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Luke said.

  Edward frowned. “Don’t take that tone with me. I could have died today.”

  “You had gas.”

  Edward pointed the spoon at him. “But you didn’t know that. Were you worried?”

  “No.”

  Edward gave him a small, knowing smile. “Liar.”

  Since Luke’s legs were suddenly wobbling from relief, he sank to the side of his grandpa’s bed and scrubbed his hands over his face. “You scared the shit out of me.”

  “Why, because you nearly let me die without fulfilling your promise to Sara?”

  Luke dropped his hands from his face. “What promise?”

  “To give me a hug.”

  “You want a hug,” Luke said with disbelief.

  “You deaf, boy?”

  Luke stared at him. “If I hug you, do you promise not to die on me?”

  Edward’s smirk faded, and he set the Jell-O down. “I promise not to die today. How’s that?”

  “Good enough,” Luke said, and hugged him tight.

  Chapter 21

  That night Sara stayed in Lucky Harbor at Luke’s house. Ali made omelets while watching brother and sister, fascinated by their relationship.

  Sara was at the table, flipping through one of Fay’s old photo albums. “Jeez,” she said to Luke, “here’s one of you up in a pine tree on the bluffs. What were you, Luke, ten? Grandma had just told you not to climb any, remember? So of course, Ben dared you, and you climbed a damn tree. You got up about forty feet and then froze. We had to call the fire department, and Jack’s dad had to come with his ladder truck and save you. You were such an idiot.”

  “Thanks,” Luke said.

  He’d been quiet, very quiet, and Ali knew that the worry about his grandfather had left him exhausted.

  “Here’s another one,” Sara said, pointing to the next page. “You tried to windglide from the roof straight into the water, you freakazoid. Look, remember that? You broke an arm and a leg. You’re lucky you didn’t crack your skull.” She paused. “Probably because your head’s too thick to break.”

  Luke gave a small, distracted shake of his “thick” head but didn’t say anything.

  Sara gave him a worried glance before flipping through the pages some more, and Ali realized Luke’s sister wasn’t trying to bait him for the hell of it, she was trying to coax him out of his mood. Her heart melting for both of them, Ali brought over two plates with omelets. She stroked a hand over Luke’s shoulders and felt the tight knot of taut muscles, so she stopped to rub his neck.

  With a grateful sigh, he dropped his head forward to give her room to work, eyes closed, silent.

  Sara stood up. “Be right back.” Two minutes later, she came back in with two stacks of files—one large, one small—and plopped them down onto the table.

  “What’s this?” Luke asked.

  “I didn’t want to tell you, but I stopped in to see Craig.”

  Luke narrowed his eyes. “You stopped in on my commander?”

  “No, I stopped in on my ex-boyfriend,” Sara said. “I knew him first, if you’ll remember, and he wasn’t your commander back then. I borrowed these from him.” She pointed to the first stack of files, which was a foot thicker than the other stack. “Know what those are?”

  “Your criminal records?”

  “Funny, har-har,” Sara said. “They’re the cases you’ve closed. The cases you solved. The cases filled with scores and scores of people whose lives you changed for the better.”

  She pointed to the much, much smaller stack. “Those you can pout about. Those are your supposed failures. Without that stack, without you being good at your job, this stack—” She tapped the big one, “—these people’s lives would be destroyed. So take a good, hard look, Luke, and tell me that you don’t always do your absolute best. That you didn’t give each and every one of your cases a little piece of your heart and soul.”

  She paused, and when she spoke further, her voice was softer and very, very gentle. “You didn’t fail grandma. You certainly have never failed me. And you didn’t kill Isabel Reyes. Say it. Say that you know you’re a good man, the best man I know. That there’s still enough heart and soul left inside you to go on. Because if you’ve given up, Luke, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll…” Her voice broke.

  Looking pained, Luke reached for her.

  She curled into him. “Tell me, Luke.”

  “I’m okay,” he said gruffly.

  Sara lifted her head and searched his gaze. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Okay.” She nodded and sniffed. Then she stood up and gathered the files quickly, but Luke caught her before she could run off. “The files,” he said. “They’re not from Craig. He’d never have given them to you.”

  “Of course not,” she said.

  He shook his head. “What did you fill them with?”

  She bit her lower lip. “An empty ream of paper from your printer.”

  “You’re a nut,” he said.

  And then they ate omelets.

  The next day at the ground-breaking ceremony, Luke watched the crowd, wondering if the thief was also watching. Just about everyone in Lucky Harbor was at the building site, where the early afternoon sun beat down on the empty lot and the masses, who were held back by a wide, yellow ribbon.

  Ali was next to him, and they were off to one side, trying to lie low. On the other side of the ribbon, up on a makeshift platform of plywood, stood Tony and Bree Medina. The mayor and his wife were both holding shovels and smiling into the cameras. Near them were Ted Marshall and a handful of town council members. Bree was telling one of the council members about a show she’d recently seen, and Ali suddenly tensed.

  “What?” Luke asked.

  She sneezed. “That show,” she whispered. “The one Bree’s talking about? I found two ticket stubs to it in the key pot the night Teddy moved out.” She sneezed again. “Sorry, it’s her perfume. It gets me every”—sneeze—“time.”

  He squeezed her in close, pressing her face to his chest. She breathed in deeply and let out a soft, little “mmm,” which shouldn’t have done anything to him, but completely did. She was always trying to inhale him, as if the scent of him was the best thing she’d ever smelled. He felt the same about her. “You okay?”

  She set her head on his
shoulder. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

  “I’m fine.” She’d been incredibly gentle with him since yesterday, when they’d rushed to the hospital for his grandfather. Quiet, warm…a solid presence in his life.

  But now the clock was ticking down.

  He knew he’d been quiet and withdrawn. Knew, too, that Ali thought it was because of his grandfather. And it was.

  Some of it.

  The rest was because he was trying to wrap his brain around the fact that he was leaving…and didn’t want to be.

  He scanned the crowd and then eyed the platform again, watching Marshall wave at the crowd, charming everyone in his path. Tony and Bree moved across the stage, both of them soaking up the crowd’s attention. And suddenly his eyes locked in on a most interesting thing.

  Unable to believe it, he turned to Ali, who tore her gaze off Bree and met his gaze, her own wide.

  She’d seen it too.

  Bree was beautiful and always very carefully made-up, complete with designer clothes and torture devices on her feet masquerading as high-heeled sandals. Her toes were easily visible, as was the very clear tan line across her second right one. She’d worn a ring there, recently, and long enough for it to leave a definite impression.

  “Oh my God,” Ali whispered. “It’s her!”

  “It’s as circumstantial as the bill band being in your possession,” he warned her.

  She was smiling. “Yes, but…”

  He smiled back. “Yeah. But.” It was good. Really good. Bree was blonde. Bree would have had access to the back door the night of the auction. She would have parked in the back, in employee parking, and not gone out the front door. And the coup de grace—she had clearly been wearing a toe ring and wasn’t now.

  They escaped through the crowd and went back to the house. Luke went straight to his computer and his magic search programs.

  Ali leaned over his shoulder, her hand resting on his bicep. He resisted the urge to flex like a caveman and toss her over his shoulder and drag her to his bedroom. Instead he typed in Bree Medina and then stared at the screen. “Well, hello.”

  “What?”

  “She filed divorce papers two months ago.”

  “Divorce?”

  “Yeah, and then…” He scrolled down. “She withdrew it. She withdrew the papers on…” He let out a slow whistle.

  Ali leaned in closer. A strand of her hair caught on his jaw. She smelled great.

  “Wow,” she said. “She withdrew the divorce two days after the money went missing.” Turning her head, she stared at him. “What does that mean?”

  “Something made her want to leave the mayor,” he said, “and then something changed her mind. Maybe she thought she’d found someone better.”

  “Better than the mayor?”

  “Tony Medina’s a good guy,” Luke said, “but look at Bree. She keeps herself up. She’s forty-five and looks twenty-five. Tony’s a balding, paunchy, fifty-year-old who works twenty-four seven.” He met Ali’s gaze. “Maybe Bree got lonely or bored. And then maybe she also got distracted by a younger man, a walk on the wild side, someone who gave her something Tony’s money couldn’t—the feeling of being young and alive.”

  Like you do for me…

  “You’re thinking she was also fooled by Teddy.”

  “You said Aubrey thought she was Marshall’s one and only,” he said. “But what if Bree thought so too? What if Bree thought it was the real deal? So she files for divorce, and then she discovers Marshall’s screwing other women and gets ticked.”

  “And then tries to frame him for taking the money.”

  “It’s a lot of maybes,” Luke warned. “And I’m just thinking out loud here, but I bet I’m in the ballpark.”

  Ali was looking revved up and ready to kick some ass. Loving that fight in her, he tugged her into his lap and nuzzled the sweet spot on her neck, the one that made her purr like a kitten.

  “Mmm,” she said in a soft, sexy moan, tilting her head to give him better access. Which he took, sucking on the soft skin just beneath her ear before working his way south. He loved the southlands…

  Breathing heavily, she slid her fingers into his hair and arched into him. “We weren’t going to do this again…”

  “I know.” Damn, he really did know. It’d been his idea. Stupidest idea he’d ever had. “Ali…”

  She squirmed off his lap, and he felt the disappointment in every inch of his body. Some inches more than others.

  But then Ali dropped to her knees between his sprawled legs and sent a slow smile up at him, stopping his heart. “Sometimes,” she murmured, opening his jeans and reaching inside, “rules are made to be broken.”

  Much later, Ali lay on the kitchen table, a little sweaty and a whole lot delirious from pleasure. It took her five full minutes to catch her breath and roll onto her side to eyeball Luke.

  He was still flat on his back on the table, too, eyes closed. He wore only his jeans, still opened, indecently low on his hips. He was sprawled out like a decadent dessert, the kind that was totally fattening, but was so good that you couldn’t regret the calories. She ran a finger down the center of his chest to his abs, which contracted at her touch.

  Eyes still closed, he groaned. “Okay, but you’ve got to feed me first. I’m a growing boy.”

  She stared at his erection. “I can see that…”

  Snorting, he moved unexpectedly, and quick as lightning, he rolled onto her, pinning her to the table.

  She pushed at his chest. “Hold on a second.”

  Pushing up to his elbow, he took his weight off of her and gave her a “what’s up?” gaze from heavy-lidded eyes—his bedroom eyes.

  “I’ve been thinking,” she said. “I bet Bree hid the money at Teddy’s place.”

  “You’ve been thinking? When? When could you have been thinking?”

  “Earlier. But it makes sense, don’t you think?” she pressed. “If her goal was to frame him, she’d want to—”

  “Earlier? You mean earlier when I was buried so deep inside you that I could feel your tonsils as you screamed my name and—”

  She covered his mouth and laughed. “I did not scream. Exactly. And what? Is my mind supposed to turn off?”

  Looking a little bit out of sorts, he rolled off of her, and it made her laugh again.

  “Sorry,” she said, “women’s brains are different.”

  “No shit.”

  They sat up, and she began pulling her clothes back on. “At this point, all we have is circumstantial. I heard that tomorrow Teddy and some of the town council members are going off for a team-bonding fishing overnighter. I’m going to wait until after I get back from my mom’s birthday party and then go check out his place for the money.”

  “No,” Luke said. “Hell, no. It’s too dangerous. If you find the money there, everyone’s going to think you planted it.”

  She warmed at his concern, but reminded herself not to get used to it. He hadn’t said word one about seeing her after he left, and hell if she’d beg for crumbs. “I have nothing to lose. Everyone already thinks I stole the money. And I’ll be careful, trust me.” She shoved her feet into her sandals.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “I want to talk to Aubrey.”

  “Wait for me.” He pulled up his jeans and looked around, probably for his keys, which seemed to elude him daily, even though they were right there on the counter in the new key bowl she’d made.

  “Can’t wait,” she said. “I’m on a tight schedule to stay out of jail.”

  He choked out a laugh. “You weren’t on a tight schedule a few minutes ago.”

  “Well that was different. I got distracted by an orgasm.”

  He let out a very male smile of satisfaction. “Three orgasms. Pretty good for someone who was ‘thinking.’” Leaning in, he kissed her. “You want to do this alone.”

  She needed to get used to alone. She met his gaze, wondering if he was going to even discus
s it. His leaving. What might happen between them after he did.

  But he said nothing.

  “Yes,” she said, “I need to do this. Alone.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “You’re leaving, remember?”

  His jaw tightened. “I’m not likely to forget.”

  She let out a breath. Stay strong. “Aubrey’ll be far more likely to talk to me if I’m by myself.”

  Looking like he got it but didn’t necessarily like it, he nodded. “Call Zach. Tell him about Bree. I’ll call Sawyer.”

  “I will,” she said, “since jail doesn’t work in my plans very well. Hard to be a self-sufficient, well-rounded, contributing member of society from behind bars. Plus I don’t think I could learn how to paddleboard there either.” She was doing her best to sound positive and upbeat. This was the trick to denial. Sound positive and upbeat and maybe you’ll buy it.

  “Paddleboard?” he asked.

  “Yeah. I’ve been watching you, and I’ve decided it’s on my bucket list.”

  “A bucket list is for someone who’s dying.”

  “Well,” she said as lightly as she could, turning away from him on the pretense of checking her reflection in the small mirror above the foyer table. “I don’t see myself living through a prison sentence,” she quipped.

  Two hands gripped her by the shoulders and turned her back around. He stared into her eyes, and she could tell by the grim set of his jaw that he could see her fears. “You’re not going to jail.”

  She nodded, but she must not have looked convinced, because he dipped down a little to look into her eyes, his own fierce. “You’re not.”

  Someone knocked on the kitchen door, and Ali jumped. She turned and peeked out the window over the sink and saw the broad-shouldered Jack standing there. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “If he’d shown up five minutes ago, he’d have heard us!”

  “Us?” Luke inquired, amused, giving her a look that had her blushing to her roots.

  Right. She was the noisy one. She couldn’t help it, not with him.

  At her embarrassment, his eyes softened, filling with affection. “I love the noises you make,” he said huskily. “Sexy as hell.” He pulled open the door.