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“What did you expect from a snob like her?”
“She had her good points.” And she had. Loyalty just wasn’t one of them. Of course, he hadn’t given her much choice when he’d drunk himself into the gutter and stayed there for months.
Trey sipped his scotch. “So what brings you here?”
“I delivered pups last night. Five of them.” He shook his head. “It reminded me of Harriet. I got thinking about my old life, I guess.”
“No kidding? Where was this?”
“At Cassidy Place.”
“You still work there?”
“Not exactly. Long story.” He glanced around the apartment. “So, how’s everything going?”
“Great.” Trey’s expression intensified. “Since you seem more open tonight, I’m going to ask again if I can help get you out of this funk and back to your real world.”
“My real world has no appeal to me anymore.” Except for the fact that, if he wasn’t a bum, he might be able to go after Emily.
“Come on, Ben. I can help you get a job. A good job. You can start over in the corporate world.”
He felt himself weakening. “Nobody’s going to hire me after my two-year disappearance.”
“You don’t know that.”
Ben didn’t say anything.
Trey studied him. “It’s a woman, isn’t it?”
He glared at his friend. “What are you talking about?”
“Why you’re here.”
“I came here to see you.” He scanned the living room. “Like I said, I miss sitting around and shooting the breeze with you.”
“I think you miss your old life. And I think maybe some female’s got you thinking that way.”
Ben frowned at the validity of what Trey said.
“I recognize the signs, buddy. I’ve known you for a long time.”
“There’s no woman, Trey.” He picked threads on a pillow. “But I have been thinking about what you said about investigating Mackenzie.” Ben wondered if, down deep, that’s why he’d come here tonight.
“I haven’t done anything more on it, like you said. But I could put out some additional feelers, if you’re interested?”
“I guess I am. What harm could there be for you to at least look into it?”
“None that I can see.”
He looked at this friend. “And it might help out the employees.”
“Just the employees?”
He shook his head. “I’d rather live like I do, than go back to where I went the year after Mackenzie screwed me.”
“Is playing it safe worth the price?”
It had been. Until Emily. But he wouldn’t tell Trey that, at least not yet. “Yeah, it is.”
Trey just waited.
Finally, Ben said, “So, okay, do it. Poke around some. Don’t go all out or anything. But see if you can get some dirt on Mackenzie.”
CHAPTER FOUR
EMILY PULLED INTO CASSIDY Place’s parking lot at five o’clock. The air was still warm and filled with the smell of budding flowers. Since it was Wednesday, she wouldn’t see Ben, but she wanted to get her mind off her own issues.
The first thing Emily saw when she entered the building was Alice standing by the stove with Jimmy and the three volunteers who’d come in to cook at four o’clock. The older woman’s expression was a mixture of anger and disgust.
“Oh, my God, what happened?” Emily asked, looking past them.
The tables and floor were covered with milk and flour, creating a gooey mass. Ripped apart bread bags, fresh vegetables and frozen meat had been tossed into the mess.
Alice shook her head. “Vandals. They ransacked the kitchen, then left their signature on the walls of the dining hall.”
“I don’t understand. Why would someone do this?”
Two police officers entered just as she asked the question.
Alice nodded to them. “Maybe they can answer that.”
The older cop, stout and stern-looking, crossed to Alice. “This seems like a case of pure vandalism, Mrs. Smith. You’re sure nothing’s been taken?”
“Not even the food that wasn’t destroyed.”
“Well, there’s no use in dustin’ for prints. This place would be a hotbed of suspicious ones. We took pictures and we’ll ask around the neighborhood if anybody saw anything, but if I were you, I wouldn’t count on findin’ out who did this.” He glanced at the other volunteers and at Emily. “Meanwhile, you all should be careful about coming and going here. I’ll alert patrol cars, but don’t walk out alone at night or hang around inside without a lot of people to keep you company.” He made some notes on his pad. “And get those locks reinforced. Heavy dead bolts at the top and bottom oughtta do it.”
“I’ve already called the chair of the board,” Alice said. “He’s going to have a locksmith here tomorrow.”
After the police left, Emily faced Alice. “I’m so sorry.”
“Damn it.” The older woman kicked a nearby stool, then pulled herself together. “Well, no use cryin’ over spilled milk—” she rolled her eyes “—pardon the pun. We have to clean up. And somebody has to tell them outside there won’t be a meal tonight.”
“I will.” They all turned to see Ben standing in the doorway. “I heard what the police said. I’m sorry.”
Alice gave Ben a grateful smile. “Thanks. I’d appreciate it if you’d tell the guests.”
As Ben left, Emily wondered why he was here on a Wednesday, so early in the evening. Shrugging, she rolled up her sleeves. “What can I do?”
Alice surveyed the kitchen. “Might as well start in here. Then we can see about the damage in the dining room.”
They began by tossing the trashed food into barrels, and went on to clean up appliances and countertops. They were about half finished when they heard banging in the dining room. “Oh, dear,” one of the volunteers said. “Do you think the vandals are back?”
Everybody in the kitchen stood still. Finally, Jimmy crept to the swinging doors, cracked one and peeked through. Smiling, he pushed the door all the way open. “Way to go Ben,” he called out.
There were about a dozen men straightening tables and righting chairs. Emily scanned the dining hall where graffiti had been scrawled on walls in ugly black lettering: epithets, four-letter words, boasts including I Am the King!
In an hour, both rooms were set to order. Ben entered the kitchen just as they finished mopping the floor. “Alice, got a sec?”
“Sure, Ben, for you.”
When she returned a few minutes later, she was grinning like a proud grandma. “He’s got a crew organized to stay tomorrow night and paint after we serve dinner.”
“How sweet,” Emily said. “I’m going to go thank them all.” But when she hurried into the dining room, Ben was gone.
The next night, Emily shared a quick meal with her father, and though it wasn’t one of her regular shifts to volunteer, she changed into old jeans spattered with paint, a T-shirt she’d bought on a trip to Italy, which read Ciao, Bella, and ancient tennis shoes. She arrived at Cassidy Place just after the painting had begun.
Standing in the doorway, she watched Ben direct the cleanup as if he’d been leading men all his life, as if he had experience being in charge. As she reached him, she noticed he wore low-riding jeans, a black T-shirt and battered sneakers, but he might as well have been dressed in a thousand-dollar suit for his commanding presence. “Hi. What can I do?”
He obviously hadn’t seen her come in. His smile was brilliant—for a moment—then the Mr. Leave-Me-Alone mask fell into place. “You don’t volunteer on Thursdays.”
“Not normally. But I knew you were painting so I came to help.”
He eyed her outfit. “I see you’ve had some experience.”
“Yep. Put me to work.”
“Alice and Pat can use help over in the entryway.” He handed her a paintbrush. “Go get ’em, tiger.”
His whimsy warmed her as much as his grin—as much as his uncensored reaction to the puppies. Given a different situation, this man would enjoy life. He probably had at one time. More than ever, she wished she knew his background.
There were nearly two dozen workers, so it only took a few hours to give the dining hall a couple of coats of paint. By the time they finished, Emily’s shoulders ached. But her heart was full. Humming softly, she cleaned her brush. When she finished, she looked for Alice, who was talking to Ben near the kitchen.
“The place needed a new coat of paint anyway. Looks good, don’t you think, Alice?” There was pride in Ben’s voice.
“Yep. Don’t guess it had been painted since Cassidy Industries did it years ago.”
“No, it hadn’t been.”
Alice focused her shrewd gaze on him. “How do you know that?”
Flushed, Ben caught sight of Emily. “Well, looks like we’re all cleaned up. I’ll be going.” He scanned the room. “Jimmy seeing you to your cars?”
Alice nodded. “Uh-huh.”
When he started to walk away, Emily said, “Ben, wait. Let us give you a lift home.”
“No thanks,” he called over his shoulder. “See you Monday.”
She frowned after him. “He shouldn’t have to walk home after doing this for us.”
Squeezing her shoulder, Alice said, “Watch it girl, you’re playing with fire.”
Alice’s words echoed in Emily’s head as she climbed into her car, waved Jimmy off and drove out of the parking lot. Damn Ben. He could at least accept a ride as payment for his help. Annoyed by his foolish pride, she cruised the few blocks near the soup kitchen. Hell, she was thirty-four years old and she could drive downtown if she wanted.
Ten minutes later she was about to give up when she spotted him, stopped for a light at Andrews Street. Emily was touched by the loneliness of the figure, silhouetted in the streetlight. His head was down, his shoulders slumped and his hands were stuffed in his pockets. As she swerved to the curb beside him, he glanced toward her car and did a double take. For a moment, he stood still. Then he stalked to the Taurus. Given his now-rigid stance, she had a fleeting thought that maybe coming after him wasn’t such a good idea.
BEN WAITED FOR THE LOCKS to click—at least she’d taken that precaution—then yanked open the door. He slid in, relocked the car from the passenger side and counted to ten. Then he switched off the engine and grabbed her shoulders. “Damn it, Emily. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Wide-eyed, she trembled in his arms. “Looking for you.”
“Down here? At this hour of the night?”
“If it’s that dangerous, you shouldn’t be walking about alone, either.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“So can I.”
“Princess, you don’t have a clue.” He wanted to shake her and kiss her at the same time. The scent of her hung delicately in the car, and her slender form, under his hands, felt good. Damn, he wouldn’t do this. He saw her wince when his grip tightened. Immediately he gentled his hold, but didn’t let go.
“Why are you treating me this way?” she asked, her voice throaty. “I was just trying to do something nice for you. Like you did tonight for Cassidy Place with the cleanup and painting. Like you routinely do for everybody there.”
“You’re always trying to do something nice for me. What does a guy have to do to discourage you?”
She sucked in a breath and, in the moonlight, he could see moisture well in those huge eyes. “I—I didn’t know I was…” A few renegade drops trickled down her cheeks. She sniffled. “Let me go. I get the point. I didn’t realize…” Her words trailed off in sob.
“Aw, shit,” he said and drew her to him.
She cuddled into him like she was meant to be there, which she wasn’t. She grasped his shirt and buried her nose in his chest. His hand creeping to her hair, he pulled out the tie and tunneled through the heavy mass. Its flowery scent wafted up to him and he breathed her in.
“I’m sorry I made you cry. Please, Emily, stop.”
“Okay,” she mumbled. Then, after a moment, she added, “I’m embarrassed.”
“Why?”
She shook her head, her face hidden in the folds of his shirt.
He set her away so he could look at her. The bright streetlights, combined with the glow from the sliver of moon overhead, gave him a glimpse of her blotchy skin and eyes, red-rimmed. “Why are you embarrassed?”
“Paul said I didn’t know men. Didn’t know how to read them, please them,” she choked out. “I didn’t mean to impose myself on you.”
His body, taut as a wire, tightened impossibly more. “Paul’s your ex, right?”
She straightened her shoulders and nodded. “Leave me some dignity, Ben. I won’t bother you anymore.”
He couldn’t let the comment go. “Listen, lady, and listen good. Paul is an idiot. First off, to let a perfect woman like you go, and second, for filling your head with that nonsense about you and men.”
