She shrugged. “What you lived through was worse.” His eyes grew shuttered. His face cleared of expression, almost as if a curtain slammed down, closing out any audience to his soul.
She hadn’t reached his inner depths yet, but with time and patience, she would. “I have all the books,” she said, accepting his parameters. “That’s what’s so strange. The guy said he wanted the books. But I’ve been doing them for the past year. Nothing unusual. No extra income, nothing unaccounted for…”
“They stashed the money somewhere.”
Although she hadn’t reached his emotions, his words tapped into her own. Kayla grabbed his sweatshirt, desperate for him to understand and believe. “They didn’t stash anything. Whatever my uncle may or may not have been up to, my aunt wasn’t into prostitution.”
He met her gaze, his eyes darkening to the color of a stormy sea. “That remains to be seen.”
“No. My family may not be as fine as some, but I assure you we draw the line at that.”
“I wasn’t accusing her…or you. But the fact remains someone wants something from you…and he doesn’t much care how he gets it.”
“I know.” Just the thought of her attacker’s voice sent tremors of fear spiraling through her.
Kane grabbed hold of her wrists. His protective warmth eased the terror. “Nothing will happen to you, but we have to find out who these people are and find the books they’re looking for. To put an end to all this once and for all.”
All this included them. She could read the truth in his eyes and planned to fight it. She just wasn’t sure how.
Needing distance, Kayla placed her hands on her jeans and stood. Kane’s gaze followed the movement, his eyes traveling the length of her and back. A sensual gleam lit his expression. Swiping a black, V-neck Lycra top from Catherine’s closet had been a good idea for more reasons than warmth. She doubted her own silk blouses would have elicited the same heated response.
Apparently, the trail toward Kane’s heart began with sex. Under normal circumstances, Kayla wouldn’t offer herself as an object; she’d spent too many years fighting the idea. But Kane was different from other men. For the first time, she intended to use her God-given assets to their best advantage.
“I started with this box,” he said. “I figure maybe there’s something hidden in one of these puzzle books.”
“Like?”
“I don’t know yet.”
She wanted answers as much as she wanted Kane. Kneeling beside him, each movement she made was deliberate and calculated. She reached inside the large, cardboard carton, bending close enough to smell his cologne and far enough over to give him a glimpse inside her shirt…if he cared to look.
She darted a glance out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t notice her watching him. His gaze was glued to her cleavage, his eyes cloudy, his cheekbones pulled tight.
She suppressed a smile. Despite the less than perfect circumstances and the threat hanging over her, she had Detective Kane McDermott just where she wanted him. The last time he’d lost his focus, they’d slept together. And she had every intention of making it happen again. Only this time, it wouldn’t be just sex. After she coaxed him into opening up to her, she’d engage his emotions, too.
For now, she would tackle what was within her control. She perused each page, smiling as she remembered how both her mother and her aunt would curl up for hours with this pastime. Her mother had been hiding from life. Her aunt had just enjoyed the escape. Kayla shut the paperback and laid it on the floor. “Nothing here.”
“The ones I’ve looked through are all completed. Your aunt was an expert.”
Kayla grinned. “Easier to be an expert when you work in pencil. Erase your mistakes, cheat a little by checking the back.” She laughed aloud. “Aunt Charlene was pretty good. Mama did more cheating than her sister. She made more mistakes, too.”
“And you made none at all?”
“I’m not perfect, Kane.”
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
She glanced at the book in her hand, one that looked like an old crossword but held precious family memories. “This one’s completed, too.”
“Let’s cover them all. I don’t want to miss anything important.”
Half an hour later, Kayla wanted to scream. They’d been through more than half the box. The pencil-smudged books were all the same. Most finished, the last few half-finished. She grabbed for the next book in the box. “This is ridiculous.”
“Just keep looking.”
She curled into a more comfortable position, picked up a pencil, and grabbed the next book. This time, she started working the puzzles, much as her aunt had probably done. She chose puzzles and individual questions at random and, just as she suspected, her answers matched Aunt Charlene’s. They would, of course, since her aunt had been as intellectual and meticulous as Kayla was.
Gnawing on the end of the pencil, she tossed the book down and went for the next one. Fifteen minutes and three books later, she began finding mistakes. Obvious ones. Ones her aunt would never have made.
Unless she’d done so on purpose. And considering Kayla had also begun finding a pattern of last names in the puzzles, she suspected these were more than game books. The implication of that sent chills crawling along her skin, and she groaned aloud.
“Find something?”
She glanced at Kane, knowing she had to reveal her discovery, hating it at the same time. “Mistakes in the entries, names instead of answers,” she muttered.
He raised an eyebrow. “Let me take a look.”
She handed him the two books she’d made headway with, and he scanned the pages along with her notes. “Looks like pay dirt.”
She frowned. “Don’t sound so pleased.”
“It’s better than coming up empty.”
“What’s the date on that first one?” Kayla asked.
“Date?”
“Every book has a handwritten date next to the first puzzle.”
“Hadn’t noticed,” he muttered.
“Marks your progress from month to month, or year to year. Didn’t I mention my family was slightly neurotic?”
“No, but you should have. We could have
