Anyone but You (4 page)

Guy hadn't been the only one who'd pointed out that she was likelier to meet a terrorist than a good man. Her mother had been even blunter. "You're leaving Guy just as your body's going," her mother had warned her. "You've put on weight, you've got crow's-feet and I'm sure you're sagging in more places than just your jawline. This is a mistake. Tell Guy you've changed your mind.'' And when Nina had said, "No," her mother had washed her hands of her. "Fine. Leave the money and society to be some drab, middle-aged divorcee. It's your life. But don't come crying to me when you realize what you've done."

Even Charity had put her two cents in. "Your mother's an ice cube and always has been. Forget her.

But I've got to tell you, Neen, it's a jungle out there. Guerilla dating. Brace yourself."

Well, she wasn't going to hrace herself, because she was not going looking for another man. From now on, she was building her own life and staying as far away from men as she could. She had her career, her apartment, and now she had Fred, too.

Fred stirred again, and Nina held him close. Now she had Fred to come home to, and he was all she was ever going to need. Fred would always love her and would never leave her. "We're going to be together forever," she told him. Then she fell asleep with her arms around him, his snores echoing in her ears.

* * *

Debbie was licking wet, sloppy kisses on his face. "No," Alex mumbled. "No, I don't want kids." He tried to push her nose away until somewhere in the recesses of his sleep-fogged mind he remembered that Debbie's nose hadn't been long and furry. Then he opened his eyes and screamed.

There was an animal on the couch next to him.

Alex sat up and the animal rolled off and landed on the floor with a thud.

"What the hell?" Alex turned on the lamp, and the soft light flooded the room and showed him the thing at his feet.

It was a basset hound with all four legs in the air, looking like inflated road kill.

Alex bent down. "Hello?"

The dog rolled over slowly, blinking at him in reproach. This dog was very good at reproach. In fact, this dog could make Hannibal Lecter feel guilty.

"I'm sorry," Alex told him. "You scared me." He scratched the dog behind the ears, and the dog's eyes closed as he gave a little doggy moan. "Where you from, buddy? Better yet, how'd you get in here?"

He looked over at the apartment door: closed shut. That pretty well meant the window. He looked at the dog in disbelief. "You came in the window? What are you, Superdog?"

He walked over and stuck his head out the window. The back gate was shut tight. "You must live here in the apartments."

The dog turned his back and waddled to the door, but Alex caught a glint of metal on his collar before he turned.

"Wait a minute." Alex followed him to the door and bent down to read the tag. Fred Askew, it said.

2455 River Dr., Apt. 3. "You're one floor up, Fred, old buddy," he told the dog as he picked up his shirt, "let's go see if anybody's home."

Two

Nina stretched and squinted at the clock on the mantel. Eleven. Time to wake up, put Fred out and go to bed.

Fred?

Fred wasn't next to her anymore. She leaned off the couch to look under the end table, but he wasn't there. Suddenly the apartment seemed too quiet, and she went from bedroom to kitchen to living room calling Fred's name.

He was gone. She'd fallen asleep, and he was gone. She stuck her head out the window and searched the yard anxiously for him.

No Fred.

She crawled out the window and ran down the two flights of fire escape, desperately searching the pavement below for Fred's broken body.

No Fred.

She paced the backyard in the dark, inch by inch, looking behind and even in the Dumpster, just in case Fred had developed aspirations and had managed to climb inside.

No Fred.

The back gate was still locked, and the fence was too high for any dog to have jumped over, let alone the aerodynamically challenged Fred.

Nina climbed back up the fire escape, her throat tight with fear and loss, and crawled through the window, not sure what she was going to do next. She sank into her big armchair and tried to think.

Call the pound. Call the police. "I've lost my dog. He's part basset, part beagle, part darling."

"Oh, Fred," Nina mourned out loud, and then jumped when someone knocked on her door.

The guy at the door was tall, blond, broad-shouldered and boyishly good-looking, and when she blinked up at him and said, "Yes?" he leaned against the doorjamb, loose-limbed, careless and confident. He nodded at her. "Would you be Fred Askew's mother?" he asked, and then she looked down and saw Fred sitting bored at his feet, his little silver ID tag glinting in the light from the hall.

"Fred!" Nina shrieked and dropped to her knees to gather him into her arms. "Oh, Fred, I thought I'd lost you forever."

Fred slurped his tongue over her face and then struggled to get free of her. Nina let him go and stood up, wiping her hand across her face to get rid of most of Fred's spit. "Thank you." She beamed at Fred's rescuer. "Thank you so much. Where did you find him?"

"He was sitting on my couch when I woke up." He held out his hand. "I'm Alex Moore. I live in the apartment below you."

Nina wiped her fingers on her skirt and shook his hand, a little dazed. "On your couch? He was sitting on your couch?"

"Surprised me, too." Alex grinned at her. "I think he came in from the fire escape."

His grin was a killer, broad and friendly and a little evil, and Nina felt her pulse flutter in response. No, she told her pulse and turned to frown down at Fred. "I told you, it's two flights. You have to climb all the way to the third floor, Fred. You can't just pick any window and climb in."

Fred did the dog equivalent of a shrug and walked away.

Alex raised his eyebrows. "You trained him to climb the fire escape?"

Nina bit her lip. "I was hoping no one would notice. I'm sorry. I—"

"No, I think it's great. Weird, but great." He grinned at her again, and Nina was struck once more by how attractive he was. Not handsome or distinguished like Guy. Just comfortably good-looking.

Warmly good-looking. Stirringly good-looking.

And he couldn't possibly be thirty yet.

This was a bad sign. It was also understandable since she'd been celibate for a year, but it was still a bad sign. This guy was a child. If she kept this up, she'd be buying a Porsche and cruising the local high schools.

"I can't thank you enough, Mr. Moore," she began and stopped when he shook his head.

"Alex." His eyes went back to Fred. "How long has he been climbing the fire escape?"

"Just since this afternoon," Nina said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." His eyes came back to hers, brown and kind and alive with intelligence and humor, and she clamped down on any strange thoughts she might be having. "If Fred hadn't climbed in my window, I wouldn't have met you," he said, "and I think knowing your neighbors is important. Of course, I haven't met you yet. Let's try this again." He held out his hand again. "I'm Alex Moore."

"Oh." Nina took his hand, flustered. "I'm Nina Askew.

"Hello, Nina Askew." His hand was large and warm, and he had lovely long fingers, and Nina pulled her hand away as soon as she realized she was having thoughts about his fingers.

"Hey!" he said, and Nina flinched before she realized that he was looking beyond her. She turned just in time to see Fred fling himself out the window, and she said, "No, Fred!" as Alex moved past her.

She followed him to the window and watched with him as Fred waddled down two flights of stairs to the backyard where he promptly watered the Dumpster.

"Smart dog." Alex quirked an eyebrow at Nina. "Did you teach him to do that?"

"I taught him the stairs," Nina said. "He already knew how to lift his leg."

"Smart woman," Alex said, smiling into her eyes.

Oh, boy. "Would you like a Coke?" Nina asked and then kicked herself for asking. The last thing she needed was an incredibly sexy underage male drinking Coke in her kitchen.

"Love one," Alex said.

* * *

For an ugly dog, Fred had a very cute mother.

Once Fred had scrambled back through the window, Alex followed Nina into the kitchen, trying not to admire the swing of her round hips in her wrinkled brown skirt. He was pretty sure she'd just woken up: her short dark curls were rumpled and her big dark eyes were still a little sleepy and her pale pointed face was creased from a pillow somewhere. Pillows made him think of beds, which only led to one thing, and he told himself to knock it off or he'd end up like Max.

Of course, Max was a pretty happy guy.

Alex sat down at the table, trying not to stare at the soft curves in front of him. Very attractive woman, Fred's mother. He owed Fred.

She took two blue-checked mugs from the cupboard and opened the freezer door, automatically putting her free hand up to push the large glass-covered pot on the top of the fridge farther back. Then she scooped ice into the mugs and nudged the door closed, and Alex admired her efficiency and her arms at the same time.

When she took two cans of soda out of the fridge and put the mugs and cans in front of him on the round oak table, he saw her face clearly for the first time, the tiny lines around her dark brown eyes, the softness in her face. She was Max's age, maybe a little older. Her face looked settled, not serene exactly, but not the searching, anxious look that Debbie's face had. She looked wonderful and comfortable and centered in herself, and he wanted to tell her so, but he stopped in time. She might think it was a pass.

Which it would be, come to think of it, and that would be a bad idea since she lived right above him, and if she took offense, there'd be tension whenever they met. And if she didn't take offense at the pass, she would later when he explained he didn't want to get married. He had enough problems; no point in screwing up the only place he could come to escape.

"Thank you," he said, and she said, "Thank you for bringing Fred home." Then she smiled at him, and he felt a little dizzy for a minute.

"I'm sorry Fred came through your window," she said.

"I'm not," Alex said. "This way we get to talk. It's a nice building, and now it's nicer because you're here." She flushed, and he thought, not used to getting compliments, huh? and wondered if there was a man in her life and if so, why wasn't she used to getting compliments?

"I haven't met the other people yet." She poured herself a Coke before she sat opposite him. "Well, I've met the landlord on the first floor, of course. And I hear somebody go by on the way up to the fourth-floor apartment sometimes, but I hate to open the door and introduce myself. It seems pushy."

Alex laughed. "The fourth floor is Norma Lynn. She loves pushy. In fact, I think she invented it. She's seventy-five-"

Nina blinked. "And she's on the fourth floor? That's awful!"

"No, it isn't." Alex sat back and watched her outrage. Nice woman. "Norma had her pick of apartments when this place was first chopped up."

Nina seemed confused. She looked good confused, too. "She wanted the fourth floor?"

"Norma is in better shape than you and me put together," Alex said and then thought, Well, not in better shape than you, and squelched the thought of the two of them put together. He had to stop hanging around with Max; he was turning into a rat. "She climbs those stairs at least twice a day on her way to yoga and to her self-defense class, which is why, as she will tell you, she has the quadriceps of a sixteen-year-old. She also has an exercise bike that she keeps on the fire escape, which is illegal, but she doesn't care. If you put your head out the window at daybreak every day, you can see Norma peddling away. Norma is going to outlive us all."

"Good for her," Nina said. "Maybe I should take her some tea or something. Does she get lonely?"

"Norma? She plays bridge on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, teaches piano on Mondays and Wednesdays and holds a readers' group on Friday nights. I know because she's invited me to all of them."

Nina smiled, delighted with Norma, and Alex smiled back, delighted with Nina. "Did you go?"

she asked.

"She trashed me at bridge and told me I was tone-deaf at the piano," Alex said. "I haven't faced the readers' group yet. I don't read much."

"Maybe I'll go up some evening," Nina said, and Alex shook his head, hating to mess up such a nice plan but knowing Norma wouldn't appreciate it.

"Don't do it. Rich comes to call in the evenings. Every evening."

"Rich?"

"Her younger man." Alex watched Nina's face flush again and thought how pretty she looked flushed.

"He's sixty-two. Norma says most guys can't keep up with her, but Rich has no problem. Of course, Rich also runs the marathon every year and finishes in the top fifty, so he's no slouch, either. They're both great, but I wouldn't drop by there uninvited at night for anything. They like their privacy."

"I'll just have to open my door when she's going by sometime, then," Nina said. "She's not shy, right?"

"Right."

"What about dogs?" Nina looked anxious again. "Will she be upset about Fred?"

"Only if he pees on her exercise bike," Alex said. "Norma's pretty easygoing."

Nina looked down at the pile of bones and skin that Fred melted into every time he collapsed somewhere. "Don't pee on Norm a's bike, Fred."

Fred snored.

"I think he's got it," Alex said. "Sharp dog."

"And don't go in Alex's window, either," Nina went on, and Alex said, "Well, let's not get carried away here. I can always use the company."

Nina smiled at him again, warm and serene and welcoming, and he blinked, wondering why he was having such a hard time remembering his place in the conversation. There was no reason for her to be confusing him like this. He was hardly over his relationship with... with...

Oh, hell.

Nina said, "Are you all right?" and he thought, Get out of here, Alex, she's fogging your mind. Who the hell had he been dating? She'd been blond, he remembered that. Time to get out. He stood up and said, "I'm great, but I'd better go now. Thanks for the Coke."