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Cade, seated next to Emily on the sofa, wanted to collect Stacy and escape, but he sensed the evening wasn’t over. The best or worst, according to how one looked at it, was yet to come.
“To what do we owe the pleasure of this little family get-together?” Rowan challenged as soon as the group was alone again. He poured another glass of wine, his fourth by Cade’s calculation, and leaned an elbow on the mantel over the marble-tiled fireplace.
“Trouble,” Walter said bluntly.
Emily and Jessica glanced at each other. There was no surprise on either face. They turned back to their father.
Walter perused one, then another of them, before he spoke. “There’s a traitor among us.”
“Father!” Emily said in shocked, scolding tones.
“It’s true.” Walter stirred cream into his coffee. He looked at Rowan. “Someone has been asking questions about the family, more specifically, our business dealings. And someone has been talking.”
“What do you mean?” Cade asked.
“I mean there are questions being asked about our personal affairs and…about things from the past. Old gossip is being stirred up.”
Cade noted the hesitation as his father picked his words, something that had been happening frequently of late when they discussed the state of the jewelry business.
What was Walter worried about?
The question startled Cade even as it leaped into his mind. He knew he’d hit upon some part of the truth—their father didn’t want anyone delving into the past…because he was scared of what they might find out?
The icy hand of premonition glided down his spine. Something from the past was haunting the old man, but it wasn’t ancient history that bothered Walter, Cade surmised. Instead, their father was worried about how this mysterious something from days gone by would affect the future. For some reason, Cade thought of Sara’s father, who had once been Walter’s partner.
“What kind of questions? What gossip?” Rowan demanded.
“Ancient happenings that don’t matter a damn,” Walter said, dismissing the queries scornfully. “I don’t want anyone in this family telling any outsiders a thing. Is that understood?”
“No,” Cade said before his brother could jump in, “it isn’t. Who are you worried about? What do you see as a problem from the past? What makes you suspicious that someone is probing into our business because of it?”
The familiar signs of anger suffused his father’s neck and face in a dull red. An artery throbbed visibly near his temple. Cade maintained his cool.
Walter glared at him. “Maybe the new neighbor that you’re so taken with, for one. Her brother, for another.”
“Who the hell are you talking about?” Rowan demanded.
“Jeremy Carlton’s son and daughter,” Cade answered, putting two and two together and not liking the way things were adding up. He felt defensive where Sara was concerned. “Sara lives next door to me. Her brother is a detective with the SFPD. I don’t know if you remember, but Carlton was Father’s partner in an enterprise long ago.”
“He drowned,” Emily said, her eyes widening. “His body was never found. I remember how upset Mother was. There was speculation that he was murdered.”
“Mere rumors that don’t bear repeating,” Walter scoffed, his manner containing a warning and a threat. “I’ve hired a private detective. If I find any of you have talked about the family or the business, I’ll see that you’re cut off without a penny.”
“God, I don’t believe this.” Rowan set his glass on the mantel so hard the stem cracked and a chip of crystal went flying across the expensive carpet. A pulse pounded in his temple, lending him the same cold, calculating look of fury their father had sometimes turned on them over the years when they pushed too hard or asked too many questions, especially about their mother.
“Afraid we’ll let the world know our mother is in a lunatic asylum in a foreign country?” the younger son demanded, his voice just as scathing as the old man’s. “Afraid someone will find out your diamond dealing isn’t quite on the up-and-up as you would have everyone believe?”
Walter surged to his feet. “Shut your mouth, boy, or I’ll shut it for you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were stirring up trouble just for the hell of it.”
The silence streamed like a force field throughout the gracious room, binding the five of them in a miasma of anger and resentment and dislike.
“Yeah,” Rowan muttered. “Maybe that’s exactly what I’ve done. After all, I’m the black sheep of the whole bunch, aren’t I?” He glanced at his sisters, then at Cade. “He’s like a spider, wrapping everyone in his web of control. I’d advise all of you to get out while you still can. That’s what I’m going to do.”
“Rowan,” Emily began worriedly.
“Don’t say anything, Em,” their younger brother said bitterly. “Nothing would convince me to stay. I’m outta here, like forever.”
With that he left them, going down the hall and out the back door without a backward glance. In less than a minute, the roar of his motorcycle blasted the house from the driveway, then faded into the night.
“Father,” Jessica said. “I think you’ve gone too far this time.” She rose and set her cup and saucer aside, but gently. “Rowan won’t forgive you, and neither will I.”
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ask for forgiveness from my own children,” Walter said coldly.
“Fine. I’m glad we had this little chat.” Smiling rather defiantly she, too, left.
Cade stood. “You ready to go, Em?”
“Yes.” Her lips trembled slightly as she tried to smile. “I’ll say good night to Wheelie.”
“Send Stacy out, will you?”
“Yes.”
When they were alone, Cade turned to his father. “Is the house of Parks in trouble?” he asked, unable to hide the sardonic tone. “As your attorney, I need to know.”
“No,” Walter snapped. “Nothing’s wrong. I’ll explain things to Rowan next time I see him.”
“I think,” Cade murmured, heading for the door when he heard Stacy’s voice in the hall, “that might be a long time. Stacy, come say good night to your grandfather.”
When he and his daughter arrived home, Cade breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t know what the mess was, but he was damned sure his family was in deep.
After putting Stacy to bed, he went out on the back deck. The town house next door was completely dark.
Hell, he wasn’t fit company tonight, anyway.
“I beg your pardon?” Sara said, staring at the principal of the Lakeside School for the Gifted on Monday morning. The woman’s words made no sense.
“We are no longer in need of your services,” her boss said again, her voice a monotone as if she read aloud from a dull script.
“Are you saying I’m fired?” Sara demanded in disbelief. “You can’t fire me without cause. I have a contract.”
The woman hesitated. “There’s a clause in it relating to student enrollment.”
“I have a full class.”
“You’ll receive payment for the semester, of course,” the principal continued as if Sara hadn’t spoken. “The secretary has the check. You may pick it up when you collect your things and sign out.”
Sara started to protest further, but realized from the closed face across the desk that it was useless. Rising, she nodded with what dignity she could muster and went to clear her desk before classes started.
Fortunately she didn’t have much this early in the school year. The supplies fit in one box that she could easily carry the three blocks to her town house.
When she went to the office to collect her check and sign out, Rachel was there, two bright red spots of anger in her cheeks. “I just heard,” she said to Sara. “What is this all about?”
Sara shrugged. The school secretary pretended she couldn’t hear a thing. She handed Sara an envelope and observed while she signed herself out. Under “reason for leaving campus,” Sara put a question mark.
Rachel escorted her from the office to the front sidewalk. “This isn’t right.”
“No, but there’s nothing we can do.” Sara managed a smile. “You’d better go to your class. I don’t want you in trouble because of me.”
Her friend dismissed the thought with a wave. “I thought you and Cade were getting along rather well. Why would he have you fired?”
The question shocked Sara. “He wouldn’t—”
She and Rachel stared at each other.
“Do you think Cade would have done this?” Sara asked after a moment of strained silence.
“Who else? He’s on the board of directors. You know we always need good teachers. The old bat would sign away her soul before letting someone out of a contract, not to mention paying them a whole semester’s salary for nothing.”
Sara touched Rachel’s shoulder, comforted that her friend was angry and indignant on her behalf. “Well, I suppose I’d better go before I get thrown off campus.”
“I’ll see you tonight. Let’s go out to dinner,” Rachel said. “Call your brother and see if he can come. We need to have a strategy meeting.”
“Not tonight. Later this week. I’ll call you,” Sara promised, needing privacy to lick the wounds inflicted by this blow.
When Rachel nodded and retreated to her classroom, Sara started home. Glancing back as she approached the street corner, she saw a stranger standing at her classroom door, smiling and answering questions from the students when they realized Sara wasn’t there.
She would have to return at three o’clock to pick up Stacy. Then…then sometime this evening she would tell Cade Parks exactly what she thought of him and his lying, conniving family. Like Rachel, she was convinced they were the ones who’d arranged this humiliation.
A frigid resolve entered her soul. She’d let herself get distracted by Cade and his charm, had fallen for his daughter and even thought she was falling for him, but she wouldn’t be that foolish again.
Cade smiled at the warm leap of his heart when he pulled into the drive on his side of the duplex at nearly seven o’clock that evening. Home. And his two favorite girls waiting for him. He was eager to see them.
His day had been spent in a wrangle over a property settlement that had gone to civil court. Two brothers had started a business together. Now they’d had a falling-out. Such was the wisdom of doing business with family members.
As soon as the garage door was open, he pulled inside, parked and leaped up the steps leading to the kitchen.
“Hey, anybody home?” he called.
“We’re here,” Stacy responded. “We’re drawing.”
He tossed his suit coat and tie aside, then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt on the way to the deck. One glance at Sara chilled the warm glow inside him.
Although she was smiling, her eyes were as opaque as the cheap jade sold in tourist shops.
After going through the greeting ritual with his daughter, he turned to their neighbor. She held an artist’s sketch book in her lap. On it was a pencil drawing of Stacy sitting on the deck railing, the city behind her and the Golden Gate Bridge beyond that.
“That’s very good,” he said, pausing beside her. “I didn’t know you were an artist.”
“I dabble,” she said. “I’m not anywhere as good as your sister. I saw some of her work at a gallery today.”
He tried to put all these pieces together and come up with a coherent picture. “Did you take your class on a field trip?”
She shook her head.
“We had a sub’tute,” Stacy told him. “I didn’t like her as much as Sara. None of us did.”
“Substitute,” he automatically corrected. “Sara is Miss Carlton to you,” he reminded the child.
“She said I could call her by her first name since she isn’t going to be my teacher anymore.”
While his daughter gave Sara a disapproving glance for this latter sin, Cade added this information into the mix and still came up with a jumble. “This isn’t making sense.”
“I’m no longer employed at Lakeside,” Sara informed him, her manner casual, her gaze cold.
The icy surety of knowing what was to come hit him like a flash flood in winter. “Why?”
She shrugged. “Apparently the class size wasn’t big enough to sustain an extra teacher. That was the clause invoked to let me go. The good news is they gave me a check for my salary for the rest of this term. Nice, huh?”
“We’ll talk about it later,” he said, giving his neighbor a pointed perusal to assure her he meant to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Sara nodded, her head bent over the sketch as she went back to shading it with pencil strokes.
Stacy looked from one adult to the other. Cade knew his sharp-minded daughter had picked up on the undertones between him and Sara. It was time for a distraction.
“I’m starved,” he said. “Let’s go out for dinner.”
“Sara and I already ate,” Stacy told him, bridging the tense silence between the other two. “We had ice cream after school, and Sara got to meet Mrs. Ling. When Mrs. Ling held Mrs. Chong up next to Sara, their eyes were almost ’xactly the same. Raymond was there, too. He’s in my class. Then we had Chinese.”
Cade sorted through this information. Raymond was Mrs. Ling’s grandson. Mrs. Chong was her cat, whose eyes indeed were as green as Sara’s. The cat was also as aloof as Sara appeared at the moment.
“We got Chinese take-out,” Sara clarified. “There’s plenty left in the refrigerator for you.” She stood. “I have some work to do. I’ll see you in the morning, Stacy.”
“Okay,” Stacy said.
“Wait a minute.” Cade tried to suppress his frustration while Sara gazed at him as if they were perfect strangers. Aware of his daughter taking every word in, he changed his mind about an interrogation at the moment. “I can drop Stace off on my way to work. There’s no need for you to go to the trouble.”
“As you wish.”
With a nod to each of them, she sailed into her side of the mansion and closed the door.
“Do you think Sara is mad?” Stacy asked.
“I suspect she’s tired. Come on, you can keep me company while I eat. Then it’s bath time for you.”
They went inside. By the time Stacy was in bed and sleeping like the angel children are purported to be, Cade was chomping at the bit to go next door and see what the hell was happening.
Sara thought of staying in her bedroom and not answering the door when she heard Cade’s knock at the back of the house later that night. Reviewing her feelings as she went downstairs, she decided she was fine, all emotion bottled up and locked away.
