Riverbend (26 page)

She stood on the deck, searching for Drake and Alder. But the yard was empty; everything felt ominously quiet. The air was still. There were no birds tweeting or flies buzzing. A moment later, the silence was broken by the low hum of Ben's car starting. Through the trees she saw his red car making its way down the driveway. She sat on the steps, watching a sparrow hopping about on the wooden swing. Why did so many love the wrong people? Bella had made a terrible mistake just now. And why? For empty promises, for a dream grasped by her fingernails for years now—a dream that would never come to fruition because people didn't change. But people heard what they wanted to hear when it came to love.

She loved Drake even though there was no way he could ever love her back. The truth of this filled her in a way she hadn't allowed it to for weeks, always hopeful, cataloguing each gesture and kind word, and finally, his touches from yesterday and today. But he'd said it last night. He could not dance with her. She drew her knees
up, wrapping her arms around them, and cried silent sobs, letting it all run out of her until she was exhausted and spent. Afterwards, she rose to go back into the house, gazing into the sky before turning abruptly and stumbling into Drake. “Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.” Had he seen her crying?

“No worries.” He steadied her with his hands on her upper arms. “You all right?” He searched her face. “You were crying again.”

“No, I was just looking for you and Alder. The cake's ready.”

“He already found it. Probably gobbled half the pan by now.” He continued to look at her.

She didn't say anything, taking in a deep breath.
Do not cry in front of him. Be strong.

“I have some good news that'll cheer you up, I think. I called my buddy, the police detective. Turns out he and his new wife are leaving for their honeymoon tomorrow. Driving the coastal highway down to Carmel. They're going to pop in and give us some advice.” He said all this in a way that was supposed to make her feel reassured about the Marco situation. It he only knew.
It's you I'm crying about. Just you.

He continued with the same reassuring quality in his voice. “We'll get him. You'll be safe soon. He'll show up here and when he does we'll take care of it.”

She nodded, pretending like his words made her feel better when all she could think of, all she could feel, were his warm hands on her bare skin.

“Come inside.” His hands moved down the length of her arms, his eyes drifting to her mouth. “Maybe have a piece of cake?”

“I already ate.”

“A boiled egg is not breakfast.”

How did he know what she'd eaten?

“I saw the shells in the sink,” he said, as if answering her.

“I'm not hungry.”

His gaze shifted to her eyes. “Only a truly beautiful woman looks this good after crying.” With his thumb, he brushed her left cheekbone. “If I could, I would make it so you never cried again.”

“It's an impossible thing to do. For anyone.”

“I know. It's a cruel world.” He moved away from her, turning towards the door.

Despite the warm morning, she shivered. “Drake, the married guy called Bella.”

He stopped at the door, his back muscles tense under his T-shirt. “What did he want?”

“She's been here for three weeks, right?”

“Give or take.”

“It may have occurred to him she really meant it this time. And he's feeling desperate.”

She relayed the entire episode between Bella and Ben to him.

He walked to the edge of the deck, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shaking his head. “I knew it was just a matter of time until the bastard called her.” And, almost as an afterthought, he said under his breath, “And poor Ben.”

She followed him to the edge of the deck. “He left for Seattle. I don't know if he knew what was happening exactly but it was pretty obvious that whoever called her was someone important. A threat.”

“Dammit.” He sighed, looking towards the sky. “This is when I miss my mother most.”

Chapter Twenty-One

THE NEXT MORNING
Annie dreamt of Drake. In the dream she was asleep on her bed, curled up with her hands under her cheeks. He climbed into bed with her, his mouth on her neck and his hands reaching under her blouse, pressing into her. Then he unfastened the button of her jeans, unzipping and reaching his hand between her legs, gently teasing her, his mouth still on her neck. Then, suddenly, he pulled her over and kissed her on the mouth, until she was breathless. He pulled back, making her wait for it, slowly undressing her, stopping to run his tongue along her bare skin, collarbone, breasts, stomach, as he took off her blouse, loosening buttons, unfastening her bra, then tugging off her jeans.

And then she was awake. She rolled over, staring at the ceiling. It was torture, she thought, knowing he was down the hall and she was here, boiling with this unquenched desire.

There came the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Her heart pounding, feeling as if Drake were still there on her skin, she sat up, looking about the room. The light peeking under the shade was bright. She went to the window. There was a black Mercedes parked near Annie's car. The doorbell rang. She waited, wondering if Drake and Alder were awake yet. It rang again. She grabbed her robe and headed down the hall to the front door.

As she fastened the bathrobe tie around her waist, she looked through the peephole. Standing there, looking distorted through the tiny hole, was a man she didn't recognize. The married guy? It had to be. She unfastened the lock and opened the door a crack, peering up at a thirty-something man wearing dark sunglasses. He had thick,
dark blond hair, strategically highlighted, and wore leisure clothes you might find in the most expensive shops.

He held out his hand. “I'm Graham Rouse.”

Rouse? Rhymes with louse. Perfect.

“How did you get through the gate?” she asked.

He pushed his sunglasses onto his head. Brown eyes stared back at her. His mouth turned up in a smile, teeth glowing white like a harvest moon in October. “Bella gave me the code when I talked with her last night.” He backed away slightly from the door, his hands in the air. “No worries. I'm a friend of hers.”

“I know who you are.” She opened the door farther, shaking his hand. He had a tight grip and dry palms. This was a confident man with no sense of embarrassment. “Is Bella expecting you?”

His smile dimmed slightly. He dropped his hand to his side. “Yes. Where is she?”

Annie pointed towards Bella's room. “She stays out there. Usually takes a run first thing in the morning. Did she know when you were arriving?”

“I told her it would be late afternoon today but I ended up driving farther last night than I thought I would. Stayed just two hours from here.”

“You drove up from Los Angeles?”

“Actually from my place in Pebble Beach.” He plucked his sunglasses from his head and twirled them by the handles in a circle. His nails were shiny. Manicured. Of course.

“Come on in. I'll call Bella on her cell phone and let her know you're here.”

“Great,” he said, following her inside.

She brought him into the kitchen, knowing she'd have to use the phone in there since Drake had her cell phone.

There was a note on the counter.

Annie, My police detective buddy and his wife are dropping in later this afternoon. I'm out searching for decent scotch. Peter Ball likes the good stuff. Alder is with Bella on a hike. — Drake P.S. I hope you slept well. P.P.S. Eat something.

Holding the note in her hands, resisting the urge to trace his handwriting with the tips of her fingers, she said to Graham, “Well,
this answers where everyone is. Bella's on a hike with my son.” She took two cups from the cupboard. “You want coffee?”

“Would give my left arm for it.” He smiled with his moon teeth again, setting his sunglasses on the counter.

“Cream?”

“God no. Dairy's the devil. Don't touch the stuff. Or gluten for that matter. Changed my life.”

This guy was a first class ninny. Should she bother to tell him she was a chef, dedicated to making delectable food with both dairy and gluten? No, not worth it. Just give him the coffee. No reason to bother to get to know him or engage him in conversation. But she wanted him gone. Why did he have to come now and ruin everything? Now that he was here all the old feelings would come flooding back to Bella. She had not had enough time to get over this gluten-free, manicured slickster.

Annie pushed a cup of coffee towards him and then reached for the phone. Bella picked up on the fourth ring.

“You have a visitor,” said Annie, her eyes on Graham. He was making a circle with his index finger on the counter, taking sips of coffee and looking around the room. She could see him calculating what a house like this must cost. What was cute, feisty Bella doing with this guy?

“He's here? At the house?” Bella sounded breathless and, knowing what kind of shape Bella was in, Annie knew it wasn't because of the hike.

“Yep.”
Apparently he drove all night to see you, all the way from the bed of his wife.

“I told him to call me from town. Drake will freak if he knows he's here.”

“Well, he's here now.”

“Crap. Okay, tell him I'll be right there. We're about ten minutes away.”

“Can you tell Alder to stay outside when you get back?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

She hung up, delivering the message to their unwanted guest. Sipping her coffee, she wondered what to do with the man until Bella showed up. She should offer him breakfast. That's what she
did, after all. Cook for people. But somehow the thought of feeding this gluten- and dairy-free, moon-toothed, married man stifled all her natural urges towards hospitality.

“Bella's brother here?” he asked her, startling her from her thoughts.

“He's out.”

“I'd like to meet him. Bella talks about him constantly.”

“They're tight. He looks after her.”
Because you're certainly not going to do it.

“If you say so.”

She flinched. Was he as rude as he sounded? “I do say so.”

“He busts on her a little too much for my taste.”

She felt a prickle under her armpits. Brushing hair from her eyes, she stared at him in a way she hoped was intimidating. “That's his job.”

“How's that now?”

“He's her big brother. And she needs someone to look after her.”

“I disagree. She's a big girl. Perfectly capable of deciding things for herself. He doesn't give her enough credit.”

She felt the sudden urge to punch him. How had he turned her towards violence in a matter of five minutes? “You have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.”

He continued, completely oblivious, it seemed, to her anger. “She's killer at her job. All the stars request her, but really, does she want to be a make-up artist the rest of her life?”

“What's wrong with that?”

“Come on. Applying make-up to actresses? That's not a job for a grownup. Been telling her for years to start her own make-up line. But she's timid. No self-confidence.” He lowered his voice, as if Bella were near. “Self-esteem issues. Stems from childhood. Abandonment issues from her father leaving and then her mother dying when she was a teenager, matched with a controlling, super successful brother. Doesn't take Freud to figure that one out.”

Annie stared at him with her mouth open. “Bella isn't timid. She's sassy and mouthy and bold. And gorgeous. And badass.” Had she just used the word badass in a sentence? She paused. Graham was watching her as if she were amusing. “And let me tell you
something else, Drake's not controlling. He just worries about her. He's all she has and vice versa in a world trying to bring us all to our knees every damn day. The people we love and who return that love by wanting to protect us and cheer us on despite their own self-serving interest is what a real relationship is about, not what you're doing here with your whole one foot in your wife's bed and the other in Bella's, who I might add, is way too cool and pretty for someone like you. I don't give two flying monkeys how rich you are. You're an asshole. And I'm a chef who cooks with a lot of dairy and gluten so don't bother coming into my restaurant.”

Graham put his hands up as if in protest. “Hey now, no reason to go all postal on me. I love Bella. And she loves me. We're not worried about convention.”

“Well, you know what?” Annie came from behind the counter to where he was sitting at the counter. “We're concerned with convention. Drake and me, that is. And Bella too. You really think she's happy with this situation you've created? She came up here to get away from you and start a new life. And she was making progress. There's even a man interested in her. Yeah, did you hear me? An available man. Also very successful. With eyes that laugh.”
And normal teeth that don't look like the moon.

The front door slammed. Was it Drake home or Bella?

“Jesus, woman. I'm starting to see why you're in the mess you're in.”

Annie gasped. “What did you just say?”

“If the shoe fits,” said Graham.

The back door to the deck opened. It was Bella, practically running towards them. “Graham, you cannot be here. I'll meet you in town. My brother's on his way home. He'll be here any minute.”

“What is this, Bella? He have you in prison here or something?” He cocked his head, obviously taking in her hiking shorts and boots and sweaty T-shirt. “What the hell happened to you? You look like a mountain girl. And I can smell you from here.”

And then, like he came from the sky, Drake was there, grabbing Graham by the collar. He lifted him from the chair and slammed him into the wall. “You son-of-a-bitch,” he said through clenched teeth. “You have no idea what Annie's been through. It takes a weak little
man to insinuate that she deserves it simply because she just told you the ugly truth. I want you out of my house. You hear me?”

Graham's face was purple. A vein popped at the side of his neck as he struggled against Drake's strength. “Let go of me, you fucking nut.”

Drake continued to hold Graham against the wall. “Shut up.”

“What the hell, man, I'm not the enemy. I know you've got issues because of what happened to your family but this is no way to act.”