Desperately Seeking Twin... by Marie Ferrarella

Author:Marie Ferrarella [Marie Ferrarella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781459274136
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury

Blair wasn’t altogether sure about that.

Quartermain was right, she grudgingly admitted to herself hours later. He did look in places she hadn’t thought of.

He didn’t look like a man who would be thorough, but he was. They’d been at it for hours now, and he went through each room of the house methodically, even the bathrooms. He checked everywhere she’d looked and everywhere she hadn’t The underside of furniture and cabinets, the backs of the paintings her mother had framed, through every scrap of paper she had ever put aside and every book in every room.

The latter was the most time—consuming of all, because her mother owned a great many books. Reading was a gift to be cherished and she’d encouraged Blair to follow her example and build a library of her own.

Her mother had eclectic taste, but a good deal of it ran toward artists and the art world. Quartermain thumbed through or fanned out every one of them.

Restless, anxious, she’d asked him what she could do to help. He’d answered that she could be in charge of returning each item to its proper place.

“I figure you like neatness as much as she did. Me, I could never get a handle on it. Made my mother crazy.” He grinned, stopping. “My mother would be crazy about you.”

He saw the surprise flower in Blair’s eyes and pretended not to. He picked up another book, fanning out the pages. Nothing.

“She always used to complain that she could never keep a neat house because of all of us. My father liked to point out that the day she could would be the day she’d find herself living alone. And hating it. He was right.” He glanced at Blair. “She does hate it.”

“She’s alone now?”

Reaching, he took down the last book from the shelf. A giant volume that traced the history of art from its caveman origins to the present day, which, in the book’s case, was a year before the copyright 1973. The book looked to be untouched. “Oh, we all live somewhere close by, but she is alone in the house.”

“Your father?”

His father. Damn, but he missed that old man. There’d be so much to share with him now. “He died of a heart attack a few years ago.”

The sympathy was instant and unguarded. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me, too. He was a hell of a guy.” Placing the book on the desk in front of him, Devin began to go through it. So far, he’d turned up nothing. Maybe Ellen Stephens had been too afraid to keep any evidence on hand beyond the photograph. “Did she have a safety deposit box?” he asked suddenly.

“Not that I know of.” Which didn’t mean there wasn’t one, Blair thought ruefully. She raised her eyes to his and saw that he was thinking the same thing. “Be careful with that,” she chided as he moistened a thumb that was beginning to feel as if it had been rubbed raw. “That was her favorite book.”

The pages looked hardly touched.

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