A Younger Woman by Wendy Rosnau

Author:Wendy Rosnau
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2001-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

A man was dead and they’d found his body in the river near DuBay Pier. The first time Margo heard it she was sitting at the kitchen table with Jackson. He’d convinced her he could cook, and she’d let him fix her lunch. The next time she’d heard it she was pacing the floor in Ry’s bedroom chewing on her lower lip.

The news report said the body had been spotted early morning, a white male in his twenties. Margo had tried to call Brodie with no luck, then she’d swallowed her pride and called the precinct and asked to speak to Detective Archard. When she couldn’t reach Ry, she’d started to cry. Minutes later she’d attempted a reckless escape that had proven to be futile—Jackson Ward was as shrewd as Ry, and he’d anticipated her plan, right down to which door she would use and which direction she’d head. She’d made a second attempt a few hours later, but as she’d slipped through the hole in the hedge she’d run straight into Jackson’s muscled chest.

Now, hours later, Margo was fast falling apart. Her eyes were swollen from hours of crying, and her head pounded like a too tightly wound clock. She had blisters on her heels from pacing, and her chewed lip was bleeding. Internally her frustration had turned into a melting pot of acid in the pit of her stomach. Sick couldn’t begin to describe how miserable she felt.

She couldn’t understand why Ry hadn’t called her back or come home. She’d left him a dozen messages at the precinct. Surely he’d gotten at least one of them.

Maybe if she started the house on fire that would get someone’s attention. She certainly wasn’t getting anywhere pacing or crying. As she contemplated searching the kitchen for matches, she heard Ry’s Blazer drive up. Matches forgotten, Margo raced through the back door and nearly toppled Jackson out of the hammock as he swung his long legs to the floor. Ignoring his verbal displeasure, she watched Ry climb out of the vehicle.

Past anxious, she yelled, “Where the hell have you been?” Not giving him time to answer, she added, “Didn’t you get any of my messages?” It was then she noticed his sober expression, and she snapped her mouth shut.

“I got the messages,” he said, strolling across the yard. “I wanted to see you in person.”

Margo’s stomach clenched. “Tell me, damn you. Tell me who it was.” He climbed the steps with slow deliberation. “Stick around, Jackson. There’s some things we need to talk over. But later, okay.”

“It’s Blu, isn’t it?” Panic engulfed Margo, and her imagination ran wild. She could see her brother’s face just before they dove into the water, hear his wonderful deep voice. “Tell me. Tell me, damn you!”

Margo was vaguely aware that Jackson had wandered down the steps and disappeared. Her throat froze up, and her tongue thickened as Ry took Jackson’s place on the veranda. She shook her head, tried to speak. When nothing came out, she grabbed the front of Ry’s shirt and balled it into her fist.

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