He drew her across the porch and down the steps. She saw the Jeep parked at the curb, and it reminded her she had one more battle to fight. Being married to Cal Bonner was becoming an increasingly complicated business.
“I have my own car.”
“Hell you do.” His lip was bleeding and beginning to swell on one side.
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
“It’s parked in front of the drugstore even as we speak.” She reached into her purse, withdrew a tissue, and held it out to him.
He paid no attention. “You bought a car?”
“I told you I was going to.”
He braked to a stop. She dabbed the tissue gently against his lip, only to have him jerk away. “And I told you you weren’t.”
“Yes, well, I’m a bit too old and a lot too independent to pay attention to you.”
“Show me.” He spit out the words like bullets.
She remembered Kevin’s unkind comments about her Escort and felt a moment of trepidation. “Why don’t I just meet you at the house?”
“Show me!”
Resigned, she walked down the block to the town center, then turned toward the drugstore. He stalked silently at her side and his heels seemed to strike white-hot sparks as they hit the pavement.
Unfortunately, the Escort’s appearance hadn’t improved. As she came to a stop next to it, he looked stunned. “Tell me this isn’t it.”
“All I needed was basic transportation. I have a perfectly good Saturn waiting for me at home.”
He sounded as if he were strangling on a bone. “Has anybody seen you drive this?”
“Hardly anybody.”
“Who?”
“Only Kevin.”
“Shit!”
“Really, Cal, you need to watch your language, not to mention your blood pressure. A man of your age-” She saw her mistake and quickly changed direction. “It’s perfectly fine for what I need.”
“Give me those keys.”
“I will not!”
“You win, Professor. I’ll buy you a car. Now give me the damn keys.”
“I have a car.”
“A real car. A Mercedes, a BMW, whatever you want.”
“I don’t want a Mercedes or a BMW.”
“That’s what you think.”
“Stop bullying me.”
“I haven’t even started.”
They were beginning to attract a crowd, which wasn’t surprising. How often had the people of Salvation, North Carolina, seen their local hero standing in the middle of town dripping beer and blood?
“Give me those keys,” he hissed.
“In your dreams.”
Luckily for her, the crowd made it impossible for him to snatch them away as he wanted. She took advantage of that to shove past him, open the door, and jump into the car.
He looked like a pressure cooker about to explode. “I’m warning you, Professor. This is the last drive you’re taking in that junker, so enjoy every minute of it.”
This time his high-handedness didn’t amuse her. Obviously the marshmallows hadn’t done the trick, and it was time to take stronger measures. Mr. Calvin Bonner needed to figure out for once and for all that he couldn’t run a marriage like he ran a football play.
She gritted her teeth. “You know what you can do with your warnings, buster. You can take them and-”
“We’ll talk about this when we get home.” He hit her dead on with those nuclear winter eyes. “Now drive!”
Seething, she peeled out of the parking place. The car blessed her by backfiring. She set her jaw and headed for home.
She’d had it.
Chapter Fifteen
J ane used the small screwdriver she always carried in her purse to disable the automatic gates. Now they would remain shut and it had taken her less than two minutes. When she reached the house, she parked the Escort in the driveway, stomped inside, and fetched some twine that she secured in a tight figure eight around the twin knobs set side by side in the double front door. She fashioned a wedge from several cooking utensils and used it to secure the back door.
She was checking the bolts in the French doors that opened off the family room when the intercom began to buzz. She ignored it and headed for the garage, where she used the small ladder that was stored there to unplug the automatic door opener from its ceiling outlet.
The angry buzzing of the intercom assaulted her ears as she stalked back into the kitchen. She yanked all the first-floor draperies closed and pulled the phone off the hook. When that was done, she grabbed her screwdriver, made her way to the intercom, and punched the button.
“Cal?”
“Yeah, listen Jane, there’s something wrong with the gate.”
“There’s something wrong, all right, buster, but it doesn’t have anything to do with the gate!” With a twist of her wrist, she loosened the connection, and the buzzer fell silent. Afterward, she stalked upstairs, booted up her computer, and set to work.
It wasn’t long before she heard the rattling of doors accompanied by a determined pounding. When it grew so loud it disturbed her concentration, she tore a tissue in two and wadded the pieces in her ears.
Blessed quiet.
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He walked as lightly as he could across the roof because he didn’t want the damn thing to spring a leak the next time it rained. As he glanced up at the dark clouds skidding across the darkening sky, he figured that rain might not be too far off.
He reached the end of the roof, where it met up with the corner of the balcony that extended across the front of the house, and experienced a moment of disappointment because there wasn’t a bigger gap to make this more of a contest. Still, the grillwork railing was too shaky to hold his weight, so that made it a little more interesting.
Using the bottom edge of the balcony as a handhold, he lowered himself over the side and, legs dangling, worked his way along the balcony’s edge until he came to the corner column. A clap of thunder reverberated, and rain began to pelt him, plastering his shirt to his back. He wrapped his legs around the column for support, then, bracing one hand on the wobbly grillwork, shinnied up the slippery surface and lowered himself over the railing.
The lock in the French doors that led into his bedroom was flimsy, and it annoyed him that Miss Big Brain
