She Waits Part 9

"Who are they?"

It seemed it took an eternity for them to answer me. Maggie shook her head in amazement and Hannah swallowed and took a deep breath.

"It's you and your father, right?" I asked.

Maggie looked at me. "No, it's me and Uncle Nathan." She seemed completely bewildered.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Maggie gave me an exasperated look and I felt the color rush to my face. "Of course you are. Sorry. I never thought a brother-in-law's picture would be in it."

Hannah still said nothing. I glanced at her and knew something was up. "Well, I a.s.sume the lock of hair is yours," I said, looking at Maggie.

She nodded. "I agree, though I don't remember this locket. Maybe I remember her wearing it occasionally, but I can't be sure. It was so long ago." Her eyes welled with tears and I felt bad for her. Then she blinked and they just rolled down her face, without her changing expression. I swallowed hard at the sad expression.

I looked at the clock, it was nine. I looked at both of them; this was taking its toll. "Well, why don't we discuss this further over breakfast? Breakfast is on me," I said.

"That's a good idea. I'll be ready in twenty minutes," Maggie said and got up. Hannah declined and I felt perhaps she didn't want to be part of the discussion.

"Would you mind watching Ole Yeller for me?" I asked, motioning to Chance, who was sleeping in the doorway.

"Not at all, Chance and I will be fast friends by the time you get back. She may not want to leave. Now go, go," Hannah said with a shooing gesture.

I took the tarnished jewelry and carefully placed it in a plastic bag. "Keep an eye on this, Hannah."

"Dear Lord, I have to fix up a room for your sister and brother-in-law. Good grief! You two have fun."

She got up, kissed my cheek and was out the door with Chance following her.

Chapter Eight.

It was a nice cool, crisp autumn morning and I'm sure the scenery would have been beautiful, if I could have seen it. Maggie drove far too fast.

"You drive a car as fast as you ride a horse," I said, as I instinctively pressed my foot on the imaginary brake.

"And you complain too much," she answered and put her foot on the gas.

We parked in what I could only guess was the downtown of this small town and walked across the street to a little diner for breakfast.

As usual, I was starving by the time we sat in a booth by the window.

I started the conversation as the waitress set a coffeepot in front of us. "So you're a doctor." I eagerly poured both of us a much-needed cup.

"Almost a doctor," she corrected me.

"I appreciate you taking care of me Almost Dr. Winfield. Seriously, thank you."

"I should be thanking you after what you did last night. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I have a frightful temper, but you're the last person in the world I should be angry with."

As Maggie spoke, I noticed a man at the counter staring at both of us. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. "Who's the guy at the end of the counter?"

She glanced over and grunted. "Christ, it's my cousin, Charlie. I thought he was out of town."

"He's very handsome."

"I think that's part of his problem. He even dated Allison once or twice," she said as she drank her coffee.

"Really?" That surprised me. "Maybe I got the wrong impression, but I thought you and she had a relations.h.i.+p at some point in time."

"Yes, we did. We were involved for four years. We were having problems for the last six months of the relations.h.i.+p and thought a vacation was in order. We were in England. She was buying antiques for her shop. We argued one day, and I stormed out. I walked around London for hours, knowing it was over, but not wanting to give up." She shrugged. I saw the dejected look.

"I know what you mean, Maggie. The realization hits you right between the eyes. You wonder what in the world you were thinking. How you could have been so foolish. It's a hollow feeling," I said and stared at my coffee cup.

Once again, the visions flashed through my mind. How could I have been so foolish, so easily taken in?

"Speaking from experience?" she asked. I looked into her eyes and for the first time in quite a while, I thought of spilling my guts.

Then the anxious feeling started once again coupled with the urge to get up and run. "Everybody falls in love, Maggie. I'm no different. So, you were in London..." I said, dismissing the topic. I felt the eyes of scrutiny upon me and drank my coffee. Leave it be, Maggie, please.

Graciously, she continued. "I went back to the hotel and found Allison with Charlie of all people. They were standing in an intimate embrace. They didn't even notice I was there. I took the first plane back. She tried to tell me I was imagining things, that we were all childhood friends and there was nothing intimate about Charlie, that I was being paranoid and ridiculous. I don't know, maybe I was. In any event, she wanted to try again. She's been persistent ever since."

"Why would she want someone else when she had you?" I immediately felt the blush rush to my face.

Maggie raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Well, that was an unexpected but nice thing to say."

"Well, you, I..." No stammering, please.

Luckily, my new best friend, the waitress, arrived.

Maggie looked at my plate in amazement. "Where are you going put all that?"

"Hey, I'm gonna need all the nourishment I can get. Getting thrown through a door takes its toll."

Her smile faded and she became very serious. "You shouldn't be involved in this. I don't even know you."

"Well, I am involved now, and you do know me now, so let's put our heads together and figure this thing out." I could feel her watching me as I ate a mouthful of pancakes. I was in the middle of a bite when I glanced up to see her looking at me. "Do I have egg on my face?" I self-consciously looked down at my s.h.i.+rt. I was afraid my feeding frenzy was out of control.

"It dawned on me that I know absolutely nothing about you. Except that you once had a private investigation business and now you're a photographer."

"What kind of photographer?" I asked, wagging my fork in her direction.

"A well-known photographer," she corrected herself with a slight grin.

"That's better."

She gave me a suspicious glance, which again, I ignored. She was about to go on when her cousin got out of his chair.

"Uh-oh, Charlie at three o'clock. Wait, that's nine o'clock to you," I whispered.

She gave me an exasperated look, and looked up to see her cousin standing next to our table.

He was indeed very handsome with deep brown eyes and a devilish smile, almost a smirk. In that respect, he looked like Maggie. Apparently, they came from a strong gene pool. He looked Irish, like a sea captain on the cover of one of those romantic novels.

"h.e.l.lo cousin," he said.

"Hi, Charlie, I thought you were out of town. You've been gone for a few weeks, haven't you?" Maggie asked without even glancing up from her plate.

"Yes, I have, in London. I've got a few irons in the fire," he added with a grin before looking at me. "We haven't met. I'm Charlie Winfield."

"I'm sorry, this is Kate Ryan. Kate, this is my cousin."

"Nice to meet you," I said, trying to be polite. "I met your mother this morning."

"You met my mother first thing in the morning? You poor thing. I can't believe you still have an appet.i.te." He turned his attention back to Maggie. "What brings you to town, Maggie? You haven't been in for quite a while."

Maggie said nothing, which I thought was either odd or rude or perhaps both.

"Would you like to join us?" I asked. Might as well get to know the rest of the family. You never knew who all was implicated in whatever this mess was.

"This is cozy," he said settling in next to Maggie. He poured himself a cup of coffee as he glanced at both of us. "I understand there was a slight problem last night," he said, looking at my bandaged brow. "Everyone all right?"

"I'm fine. Thank you," I said. Maggie wasn't saying much and I didn't want to start anything.

"Someone broke into the house and left a note on my pillow," Maggie finally said, never looking up. "It scared me to death, Charlie."

He was shocked. "In your room?"

As I told him about the intruder and finding the jewelry, I thought he looked a little uneasy.

He put his arm around Maggie and kissed the side of her head. "So, Miss Ryan, or may I call you Kate? Miss Ryan sounds like a schoolteacher, and you don't look like any schoolteacher I ever had."

Maggie and I looked at each other. I smiled warily.

He apparently caught the look. "Oh, am I barking up the wrong tree?"

I smiled and shrugged. "You can't win aem all."

"But he'll try," Maggie said into her coffee cup.

It was not a joke. I looked down and stirred my coffee.

Charlie stiffened and gave her a side-glance. "Well, I should be off. Please let me know if I can do anything. We are related, remember." He held his hand out to me. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Kate. Perhaps we'll meet again soon. I'd like that."

h.e.l.l, he sounded sincere.

As I watched him walk across the street, I thought he was quite a gentleman. He did not look like someone who bullied little girls when he was a boy, as Hannah had said.

I was still watching when I saw Allison walking down the other side of the street.

"Uh-oh, Allison at nine o'clock-wait, three." I was all turned around.

Charlie crossed the street and walked right up to Allison. They stopped and exchanged a few words. She laughed and went on her way. He continued in the opposite direction.

Nothing special. No signs of anything between them, I thought. However, I didn't know them at all. Maybe that was to my advantage. I could be objective where it was obvious Maggie could not. This was something else to add to the growing list of things I didn't know.

We finished our breakfast and walked out into the bright suns.h.i.+ne of a beautiful autumn morning. I could tell Maggie was upset about seeing Charlie and Allison.

She must still care about her, I thought. Allison was an attractive woman, and they had spent years together, so why shouldn't she care?

I was so lost in my thoughts I nearly missed Maggie's next words.

"I don't suppose you can ride a horse?" she asked.

"Yes, I can. Why?"

"I thought maybe we could take the horses out," she said. "That is, if your shoulder isn't bothering you. I know at your age the healing process takes a while longer."

"You're asking for it, you know that don't you?" I asked. "Let's go, you little brat."

She laughed all the way back to the car. I tried to dismiss the feeling of contentment her contagious laughter made me feel.

Chapter Nine.

As we saddled the horses, I remembered my conversation with Bedford earlier that morning. "Maggie, do you saddle your own horse? Or coming from obscene wealth, do you have Bedford do it for you?" I thought it was funny, but from the glare in the blue eyes, I could tell Maggie did not. However, she didn't answer. "You have Bedford saddle your horse, don't you?" I accused.

"He likes doing it for me," she said as she roughly cinched the poor mare. "He's very efficient, he had Thunder all ready for me yesterday morning. But yes, Miss Ryan I can saddle my own horse if need be. I can even feed myself on occasion."

"Okay, okay, it's just that Bedford told me you saddled Thunder yesterday."

"Aunt Sarah had him saddle both our horses yesterday. Why would Bedford lie, or do you think I'm the one who's lying?"

"Maggie, let's not get carried away. I don't think you're lying, but there is something odd here. Let's drop this for now. I see your left eye twitch, and that cannot be good."

We rode side by side but didn't take the trail that led to the woods. Maggie suggested we take the horses down by her uncle's house.

It didn't take a brain surgeon to realize she was avoiding the woods. I thought of telling her to confront her demons but thought better of it. I had no business telling her to do something, I had yet to accomplish myself. I glanced at Maggie, who looked deep in thought.

"A penny for your thoughts, Maggie."