- Audio CD
- Verlag: Brilliance Corp; Auflage: Unabridged (29. Mai 2012)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 145586255X
- ISBN-13: 978-1455862559
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 16,5 x 13,7 x 1,8 cm
He would miss her when he put her up on blocks for the winter, and the time for her yearly hibernation was coming fast. He could feel it in the air.
Even though it was the middle of the day, September was cool in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York. To take the edge off the chill, he was wearing a windbreaker and his only passenger, aside from a big, very happy golden retriever, had on a thick sweater.
Naturally, the dog had plenty of insulation.
Gray looked across the seat at the woman who stared at the cliffs they were passing. Cassandra Cutler's thick red hair was secured at her neck and her green eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. The frames covered up the dark circles of her exhaustion, too.
No doubt she saw little of the rocks and pine trees, he thought. Life had to be an inconsequential blur for someone who'd become a widow only six weeks ago.
"How're we doing?" he asked his old, dear friend. She smiled slightly, a tense expression he knew she worked at. "I'm glad you pestered me to get out of the city."
"I can't imagine I'm enjoyable company, though," Cassandra said.
"You're not here to perform."
Gray focused on the lake ahead as the silence was filled with the sound of the boat's deep-throated engine and the lapping of water against the wooden gunnels. Sunshine glinted off the mahogany, flashed over the tops of the gentle waves, brought out the vivid blue of the sky and the dense green of the mountains. The air was so clear and clean that when he breathed deep, the inside of his nose hummed.
It was a perfect fall day. And he was about to shoot the hell out of his quiet enjoyment.
When they'd left his estate's boathouse, he could have taken them in any direction. To the south, where they could have danced around a thicket of small islands. Across to the west to see some of the other big stretches of property.
But no, he'd chosen the north where sooner or later the old Moorehouse mansion would appear. White Caps was a big white birthday cake of a house, perched on a three-acre bluff. Once the family's lavish private home, it had been turned into a bed-and-breakfast by them when their money had run out.
But he wasn't going to look at the property.
When the bluff appeared in the distance, his eyes narrowed. The long rolling lawn, which drifted from White Caps' porches to the shore, was a dazzling green. Oaks and maples framed the house, already turning colors from the frosts that came at night.
He couldn't see anyone and he looked harder, even as he started to turn the boat around.
Cassandra didn't need to get anywhere near the Moorehouse place. Her husband's sailing partner, who'd survived the yachting accident, was recovering there with his family. Gray wasn't sure she knew that or whether she'd want to see Alex, but he wasn't inclined to take a chance at giving her another shock. She'd had enough bad surprises lately.
Cassandra's voice did not break his concentration. "My husband liked you, Gray."
"I liked Reese," he said, looking over his shoulder at the house, eyes searching.
"But he thought you were a dangerous man."
"He said you knew where most of the bodies were buried in Washington, D.C. Because you'd put a lot of them in the ground."
He made a noise in the back of his throat and continued to stare as White Caps grew smaller.
"I've heard it from other people."
"They say even the President is wary of you." He glanced back at the house again. "Loose talk. Just loose talk."
"Considering the way you're looking at that mansion back there, I'm not so sure." Cassandra tilted her head to the side, regarding him with steady curiosity. "Who lives there? Or more to the point, what do you want that's in that house?"
When Gray remained silent, Cassandra's dry chuckle floated over on the breeze. "Well, whatever it is, I feel sorry for the poor thing. Because you look like you're on the hunt."
"Hold still or I'm going to stick you," Joy Moorehouse said to her sister.
"I am holding still."
"Then why is this hem a moving target?" She shifted back onto her heels and looked up at her work.
The wedding gown hung from her sister Frankie's shoulders in a graceful fall of white satin. Joy had been careful with the design. Too many frills and excess fabric wouldn't pass muster. Frankie thought blue jeans were formal as long as you wore them with your hair up.
"Do I look like I'm in someone else's dress?" Frankie asked.
"You look beautiful."
Frankie laughed without bitterness. "That's your department, not mine. I'm the plain, practical sister, remember?"
"Ah, but you're the one getting married."
"And ain't it a miracle?"
Joy smiled. "I'm so happy for you."
Everyone was. The whole town of Saranac Lake was thrilled and they were all coming to festivities that were taking place in about six weeks.
Frankie lifted the skirting up gingerly, as if she might hurt it. "I have to admit, this thing feels good."
"It'll fit even better when I finish the alterations. You can take it off now."
Joy nodded and got up from the floor. "I've basted all around the bottom. I'll stitch it up this evening and we'll do another fitting tomorrow."
"But I thought you were going to help out tonight. We're catering Mr. Bennett's birthday party, remember?"
Joy almost laughed. She'd have better luck losing track of her own head than forgetting where she was supposed to be in another couple of hours. And who she would see.
"Remember?" Frankie prompted. "We're going to need you."
Joy made busywork putting her sewing kit back together. She had a feeling her excitement was showing on her face and she didn't want her sister to see it. "I know."
"The party could go late."
"It doesn't matter." Because it wasn't as if she'd be able to sleep when they got back home.
"I don't want you slaving over this dress."
"And you're getting married in a month and a half, so I have to get the thing done. Well, unless you fancy yourself heading down the aisle in your underwear, a sight I'm pretty sure Nate would prefer to keep for his eyes only. Besides, you know I love doing this, especially for you." She turned around. Her sister was staring out the window, absently stroking the gown. "Frankie? What's wrong?"
"Last night, I asked Alex to walk me to the altar."
"What did he say?" Joy whispered, even though she knew getting their brother to the ceremony at all was going to be tough.
"He won't do it. I don't think he wants the attention to be on him." Frankie shook her head. "I can't force him to be by my side. But I really wish hell, I wish Dad were going to be with me. Mom, as well. I wish they were both still here."
Joy took her sister's hand. "Me,... -- Dieser Text bezieht sich auf eine andere Ausgabe: Taschenbuch .
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