Loving Time by Leslie Glass

Author:Leslie Glass
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780307785404
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2011-04-20T07:00:00+00:00

thirty-seven

At precisely three P.M. April hesitated by the two open doors to Jason Frank’s inner office. She could see Jason sitting at his desk with his back to her. In spite of the number of clocks she knew were in there, none of them happened to be chiming the hour. She wondered if she was early.

He punched a button on his laptop and swiveled around. “Hey, April, you made it.”

“Oh, my.” She tried to keep a straight face. His new beard wasn’t exactly the same length all over his face and wasn’t the same color as his head hair. The beard and mustache were grizzled, made him look older than his thirty-nine years and blunted the good looks April had always admired.

“Smartest detective in New York. How are you?” Piercing through the ragged edges, though, Jason’s dark eyes were as sharp and knowing as ever. He looked the detective over with obvious pleasure.

April was wearing black wool pants, ankle-high black boots, a red turtleneck sweater, and a black pea jacket Her short layered haircut was a little longer and fuller now. She carried the same heavy shoulder bag with an extra gun, the handcuffs, and the Mace in it. She was the only woman Jason knew who carried around such things and never forgot what they were there for … the way he never forgot he was a doctor. The last time he saw April her lipstick was pink. Now it was fire-engine red, apparently to match the sweater. She looked good.

She looked even better when she smiled. “I’m tired, Doc. How about you?”

He nodded, raising his shoulders equivocally, shook the hand that could shoot a gun, let it go reluctantly. “It’s a chronic condition.”

“So?” she murmured. “What’s with the beard? Are you Dr. Freud now?”

“Don’t you like it? I’m taking a survey.”

“It wasn’t a bad face.” April shrugged. “You undercover or something?”

Jason smiled. “Maybe.”

April picked up on the smile. Things were going better for him. Maybe he had a new girlfriend or his wife was back. “And the clocks. What happened to them?”

Jason swung around to check the bookcase. “Nothing. You’re exactly on time.”

“Why aren’t they making a racket?” April pointed to the brass bull with the clock on his back. The minute hand jumped to five past.

“Oh, only the ones at home chime.”

“Ah, silent clocks for patients.” She fell silent herself, didn’t want to ask about Emma, wasn’t sure whether she should sit down. “Sorry I had to cancel out on you twice. You know how it is when something comes up. You had some questions for me?”

“Yes, thanks for coming. You want to sit down, go out for a coffee, or stand there?”

She was starved. “How much time do you have?”

“I have to be back at four-fifteen. I get the feeling you’re hungry.”

“I am,” she admitted. The last thing she had had was scrambled egg fried rice at six, forced on her by her mother as she tried to sneak out of the house without engaging in another conversation about duty and marriage.

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