I surfaced, sucking in a long breath of air, then dove back under, kicking my legs behind me. Immediately I fell into a familiar rhythm. Arms pumping, legs kicking, steady, even breath breaking the surface in measured time. I reached the side, flipped around, then did it again.
Five laps in, I was beginning to hit my stride. My muscles felt relaxed for the first time in days. In the pool there was no threat, there was no boss, there was no perky Barbie doll vying for my stories. There was just me, the cool sensation, and muscles pumping in time to the steady rhythm of my breath as my body sliced through the water.
I’m not sure how many laps I did, but by the time I surfaced, I was breathing hard and the strain had seeped out of me, replaced by a lax, loose feeling that left my body sighing in relief.
One that, unfortunately, didn’t last for long.
I looked up to find Cal standing at the end of the pool, a lopsided grin creasing his face in the sparse moonlight.
“What?” I asked, wiping the chlorine out of my eyes.
“Cute bikini.”
Despite the cool water covering my skin, I felt my cheeks flush. “Can it,” I said, pulling myself out of the water. Self-consciously, I wrapped a towel around my middle. “What are you doing out here?”
“Watching you.” His eyes roved to my midriff as if to illustrate the point.
The flush kicked up a notch, and I tugged my towel higher. “I’m fine.”
“You are not fine,” he argued. “There’s a reason Felix hired me. So, next time you leave the house, ask me first, okay?”
“No.” I felt my chin tilt up a notch.
Cal’s left eyebrow hitched in response. “No?”
“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest. A slightly childish gesture, I’ll admit. But the truth was, I was tired of being bullied. By Felix, by Allie, by Cal, by the freak show who was threatening me. Even Pines was ordering me to buy him porn! I wanted some say in my own life again. And I was taking it.
Even if it was with childish defiance.
“No. I don’t need your permission to live my life, Cal.”
Cal rolled his eyes. “Bender-”
But I wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot.
“I’m sick and tired of being treated like I can’t take care of myself, like I can’t think for myself. I know you think I’m some ridiculous little chick-”
“That’s not true.”
“-but I got along fine on my own before you came along, and I’ll get along fine well after your taillights fade into the distance. I can handle this. So you can quit ordering me around like I’m your German shepherd or something. ‘Sit, stay, beg to leave the house.’”
“I know this arrangement wasn’t your idea.”
“No, it wasn’t. And I’m sick and tired of people thinking they know what’s best for me.”
“Maybe we do know what’s best for you. Look, I know you’re angry, and I know you’re scared by all this-”
“I’m not scared!” I protested.
“Well, I am,” he shouted back.
Which shocked me into silence. Looking at his compact build, sleek reflexes, gun bulging from his jeans (at least, I’m pretty sure that bulge was a gun…) I couldn’t imagine Cal being scared of anything.
“You are?” I asked quietly.
He took a step closer. Instinctively, I tried to take one back, calves coming up against the side of the lounge chair.
“Yes, I am. You’re reckless. You’re dishonest. You’re stubborn. You make enemies wherever you go.”
“Gee, way to flatter a girl.”
“You’re also vulnerable. Alone. And too smart for your own good.”
I swallowed, suddenly having to concentrate on the most automatic of body movements.
“I’m scared something’s going to happen to you,” he said, his voice low. Intimate. Close.
I shivered in the cool night air, goose bumps brewing along my arms as his gaze moved slowly over me, resting on my face.
His hand came up. I held my breath as he brushed a strand of wet hair from my forehead, tucking it behind my ear.
I licked my lips, wondering what he’d do next. Wondering what I
His eyes went dark, his features soft. He leaned in until I could smell the coffee on his warm breath as it grazed my cheek.
“Tina,” he whispered.
My heart was racing, my breath stuck in my throat, anticipation and fear mixing an uneasy cocktail in the pit of my stomach. Yet it was the best feeling I’d felt in a long time. Was he going to kiss me? Did I want him to?
I stood on tiptoe, leaning in.
But I never got the chance to find out.
Sirens erupted behind me. Muted at first, but gaining intensity at a rate that completely broke the moment, both of us turning to watch as an ambulance screeched into the Palm Grove complex.
Quite frankly, ambulances here were not an unusual sight. Considering the average age of the residents was high enough to put half of them on the Grim Reaper’s waiting list, we were on a first-name basis with at least three local paramedics.
But the way this one tore through the complex, zipping up Paradise Lane, I could tell something wasn’t right. Something that became even less right as it turned onto Oasis Terrace.
And pulled to a halt right outside my condo.
Chapter Eleven
I froze for a full ten seconds before adrenaline flooded my system, and I sprinted toward the flashing lights of the ambulance. I felt Cal a step behind me, his heavy boots thumping along the pavement in time to the slap of my bare feet. Somewhere near Haven Circle I lost my towel, but I didn’t care. My entire being was focused on my home, where a police car had just joined the ambulance, a pair of uniformed officers following the paramedics through my front door.
Aunt Sue. Millie.
I should never have left the house. I should have made Cal come in with me. I should never have written those damned columns, should never have taken this damned job, should never have butted my nose into other people’s business. If anything happened to Aunt Sue…
Flashing red and blue lights painted the scene in garish hues, bouncing off our stoic pink flamingo. I felt a choking sob escape my throat as I hit the front door.
A uniformed officer held out an arm, barring my entrance.
“I need to get inside. My aunt,” I cried, desperation slurring my speech, making me sound like some hysterical horror movie heroine. Behind him I could make out the shapes of two paramedics, heard the sounds of
“She lives here. What’s going on?” Cal asked, coming up behind me.
The uniform looked from me to him, his expression unreadable. Which did absolute nothing to quell the fear rising in my throat.
“You’d better take her away,” the uniform finally told Cal.
Like hell.
I shoved at the officer’s arm, pushing my way into the foyer.
Which was far enough to see just what had prompted the guy’s poker face.
Laying on the living room carpet, facedown, was a figure clad in a blue polyester track suit, her pink scalp
