Manolos in Manhattan by Katie Oliver

Author:Katie Oliver [Oliver, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781474030779
Publisher: Carina
Published: 2015-06-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty

When Christa returned from rehearsal late Monday afternoon, the brownstone was empty.

“Dev?” she called out as she dumped her gym bag and keys on the hall table. “Are you here? I’m back.”

But as she made her way upstairs and into the bedroom they shared, it became evident that Devon was gone. He hadn’t said a word about going out today; and like her, he didn’t know a soul in Manhattan.

So where was he?

With a shrug, Christa stripped off her clothes and took another shower – the communal showers at the rehearsal hall left a lot to be desired – and lathered her hair generously with shampoo. He’d probably run out to the corner grocery, or went to get them a takeaway.

Which reminded her, she was starving.

She got out of the shower and combed Morrocanoil through her hair and wrapped it in a towel, then headed downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat.

But although she watched two entire back-to-back episodes of Game of Thrones on the DVR as she munched on Brie and crackers, when she finished, Devon still hadn’t returned.

Christa switched off the TV. She wasn’t bothered; she knew him well enough by now to know that he wasn’t with another woman. He didn’t know any women in New York, at any rate.

No, if her suspicions were on track, Devon was off doing what he loved best – detective work. He’d probably started his own investigation and was following leads on the Top Cat burglary case. He was determined to find out who’d taken her jewelry, and her grandmother’s necklace.

With a yawn and a stretch, she got up from the sofa and put the box of crackers away. All of the rehearsals and interviews had taken their toll.

As she went back upstairs and climbed into bed, Christa sighed. She almost wished that Devon was having an affair with another woman.

At least then she’d have a real, flesh-and-blood person to deal with...

...not Devon’s nebulous-but-never-ending obsession with justice and crime solving.

Because how could you possibly fight an obsession?

“You got a call a few minutes ago.”

Gavin, just coming in to the office late that day after consultations with two new clients, took the messages Suki handed him and paused by her desk to riffle through them. “Looks like I got a lot of calls this afternoon.”

“You did. Natalie Dashwood-Gordon called to postpone work on the nursery this Saturday. She and hubs have plans – dinner and a concert, I think she said ‒ and she doesn’t want any workmen underfoot until next week.”

“Fine. Call and cancel the painters and set it up for Monday or Tuesday. Anything else?”

“Yes, you got one more call. But I didn’t take a message.”

He glanced up. “Why not?”

She lowered her voice. There was a customer sitting in the waiting area and she wanted to be discreet. “Because it was Tonio. He sounded upset.”

Gavin frowned but made no reply. He went into his office and shut the door, then pulled out his mobile phone and called the number he’d rung numerous times before.

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