Lucky Charm

Nothing.

Forcing a deep breath, she pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed 9-1-1. They instructed her to wait in the car until the police arrived. Gabrielle was more than happy to oblige.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

DEREK’S MORNING HAD BEEN a success. An older couple whose money he’d been managing for the past six months brought their newly married son and daughter-in-law to meet with him. They had a substantial sum from their wedding, and with both parties working high-end jobs, they were a definite bonus to his portfolio. Of course he’d had a difficult time concentrating on business when all he could think about was the night he’d spent in Gabrielle’s bed.

By the time he returned to his father’s house to pick up Holly, he was on a definite high.

He let himself inside. “Who wants lunch?” he called out with Holly in mind. He was in the mood for a celebration.

“Dad!” She came running, skidding in front of him on the hardwood floor.

“Whoa!” He held out a hand in case she didn’t stop in time.

“You’re just in time!”

“For what? What’s the hurry?” he asked.

“Grandpa’s radio went off!”

“What radio?”

“My police scanner,” Hank said, joining them.

“You have a scanner?”

“From my days as a volunteer fireman.”

“Day,” Derek said. “You lasted one day.” Derek shook his head. “Never mind. What’s burning?” Derek asked.

“Nothing’s burning. Gabrielle’s in trouble!” Holly said, her voice rising.

Derek’s nerve endings went on alert. “What?”

“The chief said something about a break-in at Mrs. Rhodes’s inn,” Hank said, translating for Holly.

Derek refused to panic. “There are three rooms at Mrs. Rhodes’s place. It could be one of the other people staying there.” But even as he suggested it, he vetoed the idea. Gabrielle had already had her car vandalized and received a threatening note. This wasn’t a coincidence.

He curled his hand tighter around his keys.

“Chief mentioned a home invasion at the famous writer’s room. Want me to watch little missy here?”

Holly shook her head. “Oh, no. I’m going with you to check on Gabrielle.” She folded her arms across her chest and a mutinous look crossed her face.

Derek grasped Holly’s forearms gently and lowered himself to her level. “Listen to me. I know you’re worried about Gabrielle. I am, too. But if I take you with me I’m going to worry about you, as well, and then I won’t be any good to either of you. What if I promise to call you as soon as I know she’s okay?”

“I guess.” She glanced down. “If you won’t take me, take Fred with you.”

He paused. “Dare I ask why?”

“Lots of reasons. Protection, for one thing.” She raised a finger in the air. “And he can be your drug-sniffing dog, for another.”

Derek stiffened. “Who said anything about drugs? Dad, have you been letting her watch your Scarface DVD again?”

Hank ignored him, placing his hand on Holly’s shoulder. “Want me to take you for that lunch in the meantime?”

She shook her head. “I won’t be able to eat until I know Gabrielle’s okay.” She glanced up at Derek. “What are you still doing here? Go!” she ordered him, pointing her finger at the door.

She didn’t have to tell him twice.

BY THE TIME THE POLICE arrived, Gabrielle had gotten over being scared and had moved on to being furious. This was the third time someone had threatened her since she’d returned to town and she was finished putting up with it.

After examining her room, the police had two pieces of evidence to work with-the door that had been jimmied and a message left in the bathroom, which Gabrielle hadn’t gotten close enough to see when she’d first walked into the room.

You were warned! The words had been scrawled in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror.

“Ma’am?” a young police officer, the one who’d already questioned her when he arrived, asked.

Gabrielle turned. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

She nodded. “What did you find?”

The officer scratched his head. “Nothing at a glance. We’ll have to see what Forensics uncovers.”

Gabrielle hoped Forensics was sophisticated in her old hometown.

“In the meantime, I suggest you don’t stay here.” He tipped his head toward her room. Two other officers remained inside.

“I thought as much myself.” But she didn’t want to go home.

Going back to Boston would be tantamount to admitting defeat. Giving the person trying to run her off exactly what they wanted. She didn’t see that she had much of a choice, though.

“I’ll need to know where I can reach you,” the officer said.

“She’ll be staying with me.”

Gabrielle turned at the unexpected sound of Derek’s voice. She might be an adult capable of handling things herself, but she couldn’t deny she was happy to see him.

“I’ll be right back,” she said to the policeman.

“Take your time.” He nodded and returned to her room.

Once the police were finished investigating, she’d have to pack up her things, but for now, everything she owned was on display for prying male eyes.

She took Derek’s elbow and led him to a private spot outside, beneath a tree. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Checking on you.” He cupped her cheek in his hand.

She turned her face into his palm, letting his strength calm her. “How did you know I needed checking on?”

“Intuition.”

“Seriously.”

“Dad’s police scanner. What happened?”

She shrugged, still not sure herself. “I dropped Holly off with your uncle Thomas and then I came back here. Someone had broken in while I was gone, tossed stuff all over and left a lipstick-scrawled message on the bathroom mirror.”

Derek clenched his fists. “What did the note say?”

“Nothing important.”

“Gabrielle…”

“It said, You were warned. But-”

He shook his head. “But nothing. Did you tell the police about the first note on your windshield?”

She nodded.

“And your car?”

She nodded again. “But we can’t be certain those things are related.”

“No, they’re coincidence,” he said, his sarcasm making his frustration clear.

“Fine.” She splayed her hands in front of her. “I’m just trying to calm you down. You’re getting all worked