The Lake

respected her—and Jake had been deadly serious about their relationship. That is, until his folks hauled him off to Canada when his dad changed jobs.

Her mind lingered on Charlie again. He’d been a pretty hot lover—on those two occasions…

When he’d stopped being so goddamn shy, and scared of his mother.

He’d been kinda innocent. A victim, somehow.

You could say that again.

A lamb to the slaughter…

Yet, from the first, she’d detected something different about Charlie.

A kind of quantity X. Something of the unknown about him.

Something ever so slightly sinister.

And, of course, his witch bitch of a mother.

Edith Payne.

Leigh shuddered, not wanting to start that over again.

Yeah. All her boyfriends had had their moments.

Except Larry Bills. He was a one-off and didn’t count. Boy, was that the mother of all mistakes…

And, of course, Ben.

Ben was a pussycat. So kind and thoughtful; he’d never do anything to hurt her.

Now there was Mace.

She smiled to herself. Mace was all man.

And, she had to admit, that’s what did it for her.

His taut, powerful body. His attitude.

And his control.

Always, his tight control.

Me Tarzan. You Jane.

That’s Mace, all right.

He’d been an absolute rock for her over Nelson.

Kind. At first, neither suggestive nor sexy. She’d felt safe just having him around the place—and God knows, she’d been grateful for that.

She hadn’t exactly rebuffed him, either. She’d encouraged him, if anything.

She’d called him the other night. Practically begging him to keep her company in the long dark hours.

No prizes for guessing they’d ended up in bed.

She, tearful; he offering his special brand of comfort…

So what happened tonight?

Where had it all gone wrong?

Mace took her hand in his.

“Hey.” He laughed. “Don’t go quiet on me, Leigh. I came armed with champagne, hoping to bring a little joy into your life.”

He toyed with his glass, swilling around the remains of his drink. Knowing something still bugged her.

“Leigh. I care about you. You do know that, don’t you?”

“It had crossed my mind, Mace. You spending more time here than in your own apartment, an’ all!”

“Any objection to that?”

“Mace. You know I don’t. You’re beginning to mean a lot to me, too. I, we, would have been lost without your help, your advice and… concern. It’s real good to know you’re there for us.”

“Is that all? I’d hoped there was something more…”

Her robe slipped off her shoulder. Her mouth opened slightly as she gave him a puzzled smile.

“Of course there’s more, Mace. Much more. And you know it. It’s just that tonight…”

Suddenly, he was before her, hunkering down, looking anxiously into her face. “I’d hoped there was, Leigh.”

He dropped to his knees, resting his head on her lap. Feeling his warmth against her, she stroked his hair, still damp and tousled from the hot tub.

They stayed this way for a while—quiet, content, just being together.

Then he was sitting on the sofa beside her, she leaning against him, feeling relaxed and a little sleepy.

“Time to go,” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck.

“Go? So soon?”

“Time to go to bed. For me to make love to you till… sunup, at least. I love you, Leigh West. And tonight, I’m gonna show you just how much…”

Mace left before six next morning, leaving her in bed, drowsy, clinging, not wanting him to go.

“Gotta ride, Leigh. Things to do, places to go.”

He kissed her warm, open mouth. It tasted sweet as honey, making him want more.

He lingered over her, kissing her neck, caressing her shoulders. His hands slid down to her breasts, feeling her nipples tense and stiffen. Tracing swirls around them with his forefingers, he tweaked them slightly. She squirmed a little, sighed, and curled into his arms.

Finally, he whispered, “Call ya later, Leigh. ’Bye.”

Quietly, he let himself out of the house.

Not wanting to wake Deana.

Dipping into his jacket pocket, he hooked out a palmful of seeds. Flipping them into his mouth, he chewed around them for a while.

His lips curved in a slow smile.

Thinking about Deana sneaking in at two-thirty a.m.

As he munched, his face broke out in a grin.

Suddenly, he didn’t give a monkey’s shit about waking Deana. He hoped he had. He quite liked the idea of her lying there, listening…

Hearing him leave her mother’s bed.

THIRTY-FIVE

Leigh was leaving for the restaurant when the phone rang. It was Mattie.

“Hi, Mats. What’s up?”

“I’m coming over, Leigh. Be there in five, six minutes?”

“Sure. See ya.”

What did Mattie want so early? I know she’s supposed to be our personal bodyguard—but hasn’t she heard that Nelson’s dead?

Mattie had sounded subdued. Upset, even. Leigh frowned. What on earth was wrong?

Was it anything to do with her?

Perhaps Mattie needed a shoulder to cry on.

Leigh didn’t have to wait long to find out.