Past Secrets, Present Love by Lois Richer

Author:Lois Richer
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2005-04-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“I’d like all the locks changed, please.”

Ross’s hand, raised to rap on Kelly’s office door, froze midair. He’d thought she was alone.

“As soon as you can. Yes, that will be fine. Thank you.”

Locks changed? The little tic at the side of his neck that always signaled trouble began racing a mile a minute. Something had happened. He tapped on her door while trying to tamp down his frustration.

Why hadn’t she called him?

“Come in.”

“Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.” Kelly stared at him. “You look angry. What’s wrong?”

“You tell me. You’re the one who’s having your locks changed. I didn’t listen in deliberately, I just happened to be there at the right moment.” He flopped down in a chair and glared at her until she told him about the phone call and the door. “You’re sure you locked it?”

She nodded. “Positive. Zach said they’re trying to trace the call but all they’ve been able to find so far are pay phone numbers. They have no clues about who was in here the night I got stuck in that closet, either.”

“Huh.” He didn’t assimilate much of what she said, he was too busy admiring her formfitting red suit. Sick or healthy, Kelly Young was a lovely woman. “You look beautiful,” he murmured.

“Thank you.”

“And tired,” he added, noticing the droop to her eyes. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Some.” She shrugged at his disbelieving look. “Okay, I dreamed a lot. Staying awake seemed preferable.”

“You said that before,” he reminded her. “That you dreamed. What was it about last night?”

She sank into the big chair behind her desk, folded her hands on top. Her face seemed to pale even more as she spoke.

“It was about a fire and someone burning to death. Then the fire came toward me, only it wasn’t a fire, it was a person, and they had my parents tied up.” She shook her head. “It’s just a dream. It doesn’t make sense.”

In a way it did. She’d tied together Sandra’s story of her mother dying in the diner fire to her own parents. The very basic psychology courses Ross had taken at the police academy taught him how to defuse hostage and drug situations. Applied to this situation he realized Kelly was afraid that accepting Sandra would cost her the happy memories of her parents.

“Did you work out how you feel about Sandra?”

She smiled. “That isn’t going to take me one night, Ross. It’s a process and I have to get there in my own way.”

“I know. You’re doing fine.”

“I’ll talk to her in a day or so.”

“Okay. In the meantime, I came to ask you out for dinner.”

“Oh.” Something flared in her eyes, then was dampened. “I’d better not. I was planning to clean out that closet tonight. Or at least make another start.”

“You have to eat.” He squinted at her. “You haven’t stopped eating as well as sleeping, have you?”

“It’s easier not to eat than to be sick all the time.” She unscrewed the lid of a container and tapped out three tablets which she took with a glass of water.

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