Nash’s eyes were dark and penetrating as he turned to stare at her. “You’re still in love with him, aren’t you?”
They were crossing over the Huey Long Bridge, and the lights dancing off the dark surface of the river looked like stars twinkling against a black sky.
They were heading back into the city, back to the world Evangeline had shared with Johnny.
“A part of me will always be in love with him,” she said.
“Even after everything you know about him.”
“Yes. I still want him back. If I had the power, I’d still turn back the clock. No matter what.” She paused and drew a breath. “So with all that considered… maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
He shrugged. “You’re probably right.”
She turned back to the window, strangely disappointed that he had acquiesced so easily.
Nash dropped her off at her house and waited while she went across the street to her neighbor’s to pick up the keys to the new locks that had been installed on both front and back doors earlier that morning.
Letting herself in, she stood at the window and watched as he drove off. Then she showered and grabbed a bite to eat while she waited for Lynette to bring the baby home.
After she fed him, she filled his little bathtub and washed the pureed carrots out of his hair as he splashed in glee. He loved bath time and the warm water seemed to relax him. By the time Evangeline lifted him from the tub and wrapped him in a big, fluffy towel, he was already rubbing his eyes. Freshly diapered and dressed in a sleeper, he lay cuddled against her shoulder as she rocked him to sleep.
As she placed him in his crib, her shoulder bumped the mobile, setting the cranes in motion. A shiver streaked up her spine, and for the longest moment, she stood gazing down at her slumbering son, wondering why she’d suddenly been drawn into Mary Alice Lemay’s dark and troubled life.
Walking over to open the window, Evangeline stood gazing out. The evening was soft and dreamy, with moonlight pooling on the grass and the scent of her neighbor’s roses filling the dusky heat.
It was very still out. No movement at all in the yard except for the subtle shift of shadows as the moon floated across the sky.
Evangeline leaned a shoulder against the window frame. Loneliness settled over her, but she welcomed it tonight. The desolation was like an old friend. Familiar and almost comforting.
She closed her eyes and tried not to think of Declan Nash.
A little while later, Evangeline curled up on the couch and closed her eyes.
For the longest time after Johnny’s death, she’d felt helpless and broken, so lost and lonely, she wondered how she would be able to get through another night. She knew that some women in her situation turned to other men, but the momentary solace of a stranger’s warmth was not for her.
Still, on some of the long, sleepless nights, she would allow herself to remember the comfort of a man’s arms around her, the erotic thrill of a gruff whisper, a shared laugh in the heat of the night. The intimate look that passed between a man and a woman when they wanted one another.
As she rolled onto her back, a soft knock sounded on the door. Evangeline closed her eyes. This was a complication she didn’t want or need in her life right now.
She swung her legs over the couch and sat for another moment before she got up to let him in.
“I’m surprised you’re still up,” Nash said.
“I’m too wired to sleep.” She stepped back from the door. “You want to come in?”
His gaze met hers for a moment, and then he moved past her into the living room.
She followed him in. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been thinking about those origami cranes,” he said. “You think someone left you a trail that led you to Mary Alice Lemay, but my question is…why you?”
Evangeline shrugged. “I guess it could be something as simple as my being assigned to the Courtland murder case.” She headed for the kitchen. “I could use a drink.”
She brought back a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. Motioning him to a chair, she poured the wine and settled down on the sofa. “Did you really come all the way back over here to talk about origami cranes?”
Light pooled in his eyes, making them seem dark and light at the same time.
He leaned forward and set his glass on the coffee table. His gaze never left hers. “I’ve got a lot of baggage, Evangeline.”
She set her wineglass aside, too. “What am I supposed to say to that?”
He didn’t answer. “Two failed marriages, a daughter in prison. In prison. A job that sometimes demands a twenty-four-seven commitment.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You know why.”
Evangeline saw the desire in his eyes before he could cloak it with the shadow of his past. She got up and went over to the window to glance out at the street.
“You’re not the only one who’s made mistakes, you know. We all have crosses to bear.”
He got up and came to lean against the window frame. “Is Johnny your cross?”
Outside, the palm trees were like shadows against the soft violet of the city sky. A few stars twinkled out, but the moon was obscured by a bank of clouds moving in from the gulf.
She glanced up at Nash. He was staring out, too, his face calm and pensive.
“You wanted me to find out about him, didn’t you?”
For a moment, he looked caught. Then his gaze went back to the darkness outside the window.
“Are you surprised I’d figured that out?”
“No, not really.”
“Why did you come to the crime scene that day when you already knew you were going to have me removed from the case? You didn’t even bother disguising the fact that you were the one pulling the strings.”
They were so close she could smell his aftershave, could feel his breath warm against her face. Evangeline shivered, both in dread and anticipation because he had denied none of her accusations.
“You wanted me to see those files.”
“I wanted you to stop asking questions about Johnny.”
A silence fell between them.
“Do you want me to go?” Nash finally asked.
Evangeline shivered as she stared out into the night. She felt his hand on her neck, in her hair and something gave way inside her.
She closed her eyes and told herself this wasn’t a betrayal. Johnny was dead. And before he died, he’d betrayed
Nash was watching her, and his eyes darkened as she reached up to touch his cheek, to trace the strong contour of his jaw with her fingertip, to outline his mouth with the pad of her thumb.
He didn’t move, even when she wound her fingers around his neck, but his eyes dared her to forget.
She pulled him toward her and they kissed.
Evangeline couldn’t stop trembling. She hadn’t been with another man since Johnny. Abstinence had never been a conscious decision, but her grief had allowed no room for any other emotion. Now it was as if a fragile dam had broken and a pent-up need rushed out of her.
She tugged at Nash’s clothes; ran her hands up and down his hard body; opened her mouth and deepened the kiss.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said against her neck. “You’ve been driving me crazy since the first day I met you. And I swore I’d never let another woman do that to me.”
“You mean this?”
She jerked his shirt apart and the buttons went flying.
He laughed softly against her mouth.
They shed clothes all the way to the bedroom, and when they fell back against the mattress, Evangeline didn’t bother crawling underneath the cover. She lay naked on top of the quilt, watching him. Not caring that he
