Unbreakable by Alison Kent

Author:Alison Kent
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Berkley Trade
Published: 2013-02-04T13:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

“I GOT AN UNEXPECTED phone call today,” Casper said, watching for a hint of guilt, or at least curiosity, in Faith’s expression.

She was too busy looking at the pages of the Cruz Cleaning invoice spread across the bleached-within-an-inch-of-its-life kitchen island to look up. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He’d been on his way to Mulberry Street to pick up the bill left there by Alberto Cruz when he’d seen her car at the Hellcat Saloon. Since she was the one wielding the Ebenezer Scrooge pen, he’d called, inviting her to make the trip with him.

She was obviously still under the influence of what she’d described as a fish bowl of a margarita. Either that, or she couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him when there were dollar signs swimming in front of her eyes.

He tried again. “They left a voice mail.”

“Who?”

Jesus. “Someone at the Texas Historical Commission.”

“Interesting,” she said, running a finger along a line item and screwing her mouth to the side.

He didn’t know if she was talking about what he’d said or what she was looking at. “What’s most interesting is that they had my phone number.”

“Okay.”

“I’m figuring you gave it to them.”

That finally brought her head up. Her brow knitted into a frown as she considered him. “What?”

Jesus H. “Have you heard anything I’ve said?”

“You got a call from the Texas Historical Commission. And you think I gave them your phone number.”

“Did you?”

“I did not.”

“Well, hell.”

“What did they want?” she asked, folding up the bill from the cleaning service, returning it to its envelope, then stuffing it into her purse.

“To talk to me about the house. To come see it. To find out what I know about its history so they can start digging for whatever documents will prove what I say.” Not that he’d said anything. And he sure had nothing to prove.

“What did you tell them?” she asked, pushing her hair from her face and staring up at him as if she’d never seen him before.

Jesus H. Christ. “Are you sure you only had one margarita?”

“Yes, I’m sure. What did you tell them?”

He pushed away from the island, crossed to the sink to stare out the window at the yard. It was nothing but dirt, but it had been cleared of all debris and detritus. He didn’t think he’d ever seen it look so empty. “I haven’t called them back.”

“But you will, yes?”

He turned around, hooked his palms over the lip of the sink at his sides, and leaned into it. “I’m not having one of those ugly brown historical markers posted out front.”

“Why not?” she asked, crossing her arms. “It’s an amazing honor. You own a piece of Texas history.”

Lot of good it was doing him. “I don’t want a bunch of yahoos stopping by to gawk.”

“It’s not like they’ll be coming inside.”

“You say that now, but just wait.”

“You know,” she said, finally grinning. “You could be singlehandedly responsible for a huge bump in Crow Hill’s economy. Visitors filling up on gas at Bandy’s. Stopping for snacks at Nathan’s.

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