highway and took less-traveled roads into the city.
He got lost in no time at all, but because he was a Buchanan male, he wasn't about to admit it or ask for directions. Kate was filling him in on some historical facts about Charleston's sister city and wasn't paying attention to the route he was taking.
'Savannah's called the jewel of the south,' she said. 'But you probably already knew that.'
'Uh-huh.'
'Are you listening to me?'
'Sure I am. You're a jewel.'
'No, Savannah's the jewel.'
'Yes,' he agreed. 'But so are you, Pickle.'
She gave up trying to educate him, picked up her BlackBerry, and checked for any new messages.
Dylan still hadn't gotten his bearings. He was certain he'd passed the very same park a couple of times now. He kept driving west. Several blocks later he stopped to let some jaywalkers cross in front of him and happened to look at the number on the door across the street.
Son of a gun, they were exactly where they were supposed to be.
The attorney's office was on the perimeter of a large square that surrounded a shaded park. In the center was a monument to one of the South's revered statesmen, who stood perched on a tall pedestal looking down on the sidewalks and park benches scattered about. Ancient oaks dripping with moss provided shade.
All of the buildings butted up against one another and were once the grand homes of Savannah's finest citizens. Some were still residences, but others had been renovated and converted and now fit into the urban mixture of offices and galleries and restaurants.
Dylan got lucky again when a car pulled out of a prime parking spot near the corner. He backed into the space, put the car in park, and said, 'All right.'
'We're here?' She looked startled.
'Yes, we're here,' he said. 'We made good time.'
She glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard. 'We're twenty minutes early.'
'It's closer to fifteen minutes.' He unsnapped his seat belt and tried to open the door.
She grabbed his arm. 'I don't want to get there early.' She sounded apprehensive now.
'Sure, okay. We won't be early.' He reached for the door again.
'Wait.'
'Yes?'
'Would you mind if I made a quick call first? I need to talk to Haley about ribbon. It won't take long.'
'No problem. While you're doing that, I'll check in with Nate.'
Kate was suddenly feeling nervous. She couldn't remember Haley's phone number and had to look it up on her BlackBerry.
Haley's assistant answered and explained that she had left for a luncheon appointment. Kate left the message that she would be unavailable for a few hours but that she would call Haley later that afternoon.
Dylan got hold of Nate right away. It was a one-sided conversation, and Kate had to wait until he'd flipped his cell phone closed to find out anything.
'Did he have any news?' she asked.
'Some.' He didn't expound.
Dylan got out of the car, grabbed his suit jacket from the backseat, and put it on so his gun would be concealed, then he went around the car and opened her door.
He was acting like a bodyguard, she thought. He was watching the street when he said, 'You stay close to me.' It wasn't a suggestion but an order.
'I plan to,' she said. She gathered her things, stuffed them into her purse, and took his hand.
They crossed the street and walked around the corner. Kate did not want to think about where they were headed. The notion to bolt was gaining momentum. She needed to stall-to give herself a few minutes to gather her thoughts. She glanced at the park across the street and blurted out, 'Look at the park. Isn't it lovely? Did you know that there are over twenty squares in Savannah? All have parks in the center.' She stopped and said, 'This one is my favorite.'
Dylan seemed more interested in the people and the cars. He was subtle about it, but he was making certain that his body protected hers as they walked along.
'Let's go,' he said.
She deliberately slowed the pace. 'We're building a park like that in Silver Springs.'
He glanced over his shoulder, nodded, and said, 'I noticed it on our way to the police station.'
She walked even more slowly. 'And we have three more in the works. They're going to be interconnected when they're finished. The buildings aren't on this grand scale, of course.'
Kate saw the door with the names Smith and Wesson engraved on a plaque directly ahead of her, and stopped. 'Let's go sit on the park bench for a little while.'
'No.'
'We still have fifteen minutes.'
Dylan didn't know what was going on in her mind, but he wasn't about to stand on the sidewalk and argue with her. She obviously needed a few minutes to calm down, and then maybe she would tell him what was bothering her.
'Okay, we won't be early. We'll find someplace to wait.'
Relieved, she said, 'Thank you.' She looked around and spotted a coffee shop catty-corner to the law firm. 'Would you like to get some coffee? I'm sure they have iced tea, too.'
A few minutes later they were seated at a tiny round table in the back of the coffee shop. There wasn't any air-conditioning, and both front and back doors were wide open. Two ceiling fans were going full speed. Both made a clicking noise that sounded like fingers snapping.
'It's lunchtime,' she said. 'We were lucky to get a table.'
'It's hot in here. That's why we got a table. Look around. We're the only ones here.'
'We could find somewhere else if the heat bothers you.'
'I'm good.'
Kate waited until the waitress had left with their iced-tea orders to ask, 'What did Nate have to say?'
'They still can't find Carl. The case is building against him.'
'How so?'
'He's in trouble with the IRS.'
'Are you serious?'
'I never joke about the IRS. He's in trouble,' he repeated.
'What kind of trouble?'
'Back taxes.'
'But he's…'
'What?'
'Rich. He inherited a fortune.'
'If he did, he's gone through it.'
'I'm stunned.'
'He never said anything to you about money worries?'
'Good heavens, no. Carl is every inch the southern gentleman,' she explained. 'And southern gentlemen never ever discuss money problems. It would be… unseemly.'
'Is that part of the southern gentleman code?'
He was teasing, but she was serious when she answered. 'Yes, it is. Being a gentleman is serious business here.'
The waitress had eyes for Dylan only as she placed the iced tea on the table. Kate thanked her anyway, took a sip of the cold drink, and said, 'I can't figure this out. Poor Carl, bless his heart. He's always trying to help others.'
'How does he help?'
'He gives lavish parties to promote the arts. And he's helped promote my company, too.'
