She gave him a slow, sweet smile. 'You promise to make me a star?'
EPILOGUE
I DON'T BELIEVE THIS,' Lacey said as she took a glass of chardonnay from Fuzz, the bartender.
'He never told you, never let on?' Sally Quinlan asked, saluting her with her own glass of chardonnay.
'Never a word. Sure, he would sing me country-and-western songs. But this? I had no idea. Doesn't he look beautiful up there, wearing those boots and that belt with the silver buckle?'
The two women sat back as Ms. Lily, draped in a white silk dress that made her look as epic as Cleopatra, said from the small square stage, 'Now listen up, brothers and sisters, even you yahoos we've got here tonight. I've got a special treat for you. We finally got our Savich back. He and Quinlan have agreed to play for us. Take it away, boys.'
'This ought to be great,' said Marvin, the bouncer, at Lacey's shoulder. 'You just sit back and enjoy, Chicky.'
Dillon's beautiful baritone filled the smoky bar, his guitar a mellow background, Quinlan's sax running a harmony with the melody. His voice was deep and rich and sexy, carrying clearly to every darkened corner of the club.
What's a man without love?
What's his night without passion?
What's his morning without her smile?
What's his day without her in his mind?
Bring her love to my nights.
Bring her smile to my mornings.
Bring her mind to fill my days.
Just bring her back to me.
What's a man without his mate?
What's his life without her laughter?
What's his soul without her joy?
What's a man without his mate?
Bring her love to my nights.
Bring her smile to my mornings.
Bring her joy to my days.
Just bring her back to me.
Sherlock was crying. She hadn't meant to, didn't even realize she was doing it. Not making a sound, just letting the tears gather and trickle down her cheeks. When the sax and guitar faded out, there was absolute silence in the Bonhomie Club. A woman sighed. A man said, 'Ah, shit.'
Then the applause came on, really soft and light at first, then gathering momentum. The women were clapping louder than the men.
'It's his cute butt, Sally,' Ms. Lily said, leaning over to pat Lacey. 'Well, actually, it's both their cute butts. Now, little gal, when are you and my Savich going to get married? I don't allow any gal shacking up with him. He's innocent. I don't want him taken advantage of, you got me?'
'You'll get the invitation next week, Ms. Lily.'
'Good. Just maybe Fuzz will bring another bottle of chardonnay that has a real live cork, just like he did for Sally and Quinlan. Your Dillon's real talented, honey. You just let him sing to you and bring him down here once a week. It's good for my soul to hear him wail out his songs. Also, no crooks dare come near the club when the two supercops are playing here.
'Now he's looking at you and he's got that wicked smile on his face. Imagine an FBI agent who could smile at a woman like that. Just goes to show you, doesn't it?
'Well, I'm off to win myself some money in a little poker game. Don't tell my boys about it, will you? Their cop genes just might get scrambled and we don't want them to feel like they're in any moral dilemma.'
Quinlan said from the stage, 'Savich here is going to get himself married, just like I did. It's about time. Now, we have this song for you that celebrates his short number of bachelor days left. It's called 'Love Surfin'.'
Moved myself to the bright blue sea. Knew the change would be good for me. Made enough money in the old rat race,
Sure to die if 1 kept my pace.
Now I'm lying in the warm, soft sand.
Checking all the girls showing lots of tan.
All these girls-what's a guy to do? I want them all, think I'll surf right through.
Going love surfin', Gonna love them all
Love surfin' Heading for a fall
Love surfin' Such a greedy man.
Love surfin' Getting all I can.
Lacey was laughing so hard that when she threw her purse at him, it bounced off Quinlan instead.
Ms. Lily was standing outside of her open office door. She yelled out, 'You taking your life in your hands, Savich, what with your chicky being an FBI agent.'
Savich was beaming at Lacey. He said into the mike, 'My sister wrote that one. I just came up with the music.'
'I'll be speaking to your sister,' Lacey called out.
'I heard you got an offer on your town house.' 'Yes. A very good offer. It's a done deal. I'm here to stay now, Dillon.'
'Good. Let's get married on Friday.'
'That would be nice but I don't think we've got the time
to pull it off. How about next month? I promised Ms. Lily that she'd get an invitation. Actually I told her she'd get one next week. Also, my friend MacDougal from the Academy just got back from the desert. I want him to come.'
'You mean a big wedding? All my family? Your family? Even Douglas and Candice? My God, even your mother and father and the BMW? A ton of people? All with fistfuls of rice?'
'I guess we have to. You once told me that family was family and there was nothing you could do about it. You just made the best of it and went about your business. Hopefully Mom and Dad will try to act normal for the day; hopefully Douglas won't start screaming at Candice and then go slaver over my mother. Oh yeah, there's Conal Francis, Belinda's father, my mother's first husband. He's called my mother. My father is livid.'
'Families are grand. Any idea what's going to happen there?'
'Not a clue, but it should be fun to see it played out. I don't think I'll invite him, though. My shot at trying to keep the peace. You know, Sally Quinlan said a big wedding was great sport. You don't want to?'
'Well, hell, let's go for it.' He kissed her nose, then her chin.
'We don't have to worry about the BMW. Dad just bought a Porsche, a fire-engine red 911. He said even Mom on her worst days couldn't possibly think he'd want to hit her driving that beauty. He laughed then. He said her new shrink is making progress. He's even had sessions with her. Also, Mom's on some new medication.' 'Families. Ain't they great?' She kissed his shoulder.
'Oh yeah, I've got another piece of good news for you. They caught the guys who were murdering those abducted kids in Missouri. Ollie's gut was right. It happened really fast. Turns out that it was three young males, all twenty-one, who were reported to a local FBI agent by one of the girlfriends who was angry because her boyfriend kicked her out for another babe.' He laughed. 'I just heard that they just caught up with the girlfriend. She'd skipped bail and took off for Mexico City with all the money.'
She laughed with him. 'I'll bet Ollie is pleased.'
'Yep, but he wanted to be the one to make the arrest. Oh yeah,' he added, raising his face just above hers, 'your wedding present from me is arriving tomorrow. You took the day off to see your doc so I set up the delivery.'
She grabbed his arms, hugged him, then shook him. 'What is it? Tell me, Dillon, what did you get me?'
'I ain't talkin', honey. You can just wait for now, but I sure want to hear something out of you when I come in tomorrow night.'
