Every Step She Takes (Who's Watching Now Book 2) (37 page)

Despite the temptation to stay, Rachel lodged a quick protest. “I really shouldn’t. I have a long drive, and it’s getting late. The girls are home alone with Lark babysitting.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport. You’ve been nursing the same glass of wine all evening. The girls are fine. Lark is fourteen, and Mom and Dad are practically a stone’s throw from your house.”

Her sister was right. She was just making excuses, and it wouldn’t kill her to be social for a change. “I guess one small drink won’t hurt.”

“Darn straight. Enjoy yourself while you can. Summer vacation is just around the corner. In a couple of weeks, you’ll want to run screaming away from your children.”

“Probably.” Rachel turned when Kane took the seat beside her. “Do you have a family?”

He shook his head. “Just an ex-wife. No kids. Look, I didn’t mean to crash your evening.”

“You aren’t crashing anything.” Nolan tore his attention away from Grace. “Kane and I ran into each other at the station, and I asked him to join us.”

“The more the merrier.” Grace waved to catch their server’s attention. “What does everyone want to drink? I think I’ll have a cosmopolitan.”

After they ordered, Rachel restarted the conversation. “Do you two work together?” Her gaze wandered from Kane to Nolan and back. Strong was the word that sprang to mind. Kane had a jaw carved out of rock, and those shoulders… She squirmed in her seat. A broad set of shoulders was her secret weakness.

“We’re both homicide detectives.” Nolan draped his arm over the back of Grace’s chair and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.

“Right now I’m on a…vacation of sorts.” Kane’s fist clenched on the tablecloth. “I’m headed up to the mountains in the morning for some camping. Hopefully a couple weeks spent under the stars will clear away the cobwebs.”

Before Rachel could ask what he meant, Nolan spoke up.

“Which is why I insisted he join us. Anyone who plans to commune with nature for more than a night deserves a civilized send off.”

Their server delivered the drinks.

Rachel took a sip of her Irish coffee. “Where’re you camping?”

“My brother runs a wilderness camp on Donner Summit called Granite Lake Retreat. There’re cabins to sleep in, and all the food is provided for the guests. He offers nature hikes and canoeing, that sort of thing. I volunteered to give him a hand until the rest of his summer staff arrives.”

Rachel smiled. “Sounds like fun. I haven’t been camping in ages.”

“My sister actually enjoys sleeping in a tent.” Grace shuddered. “She hikes for fun. If I’m on vacation, I want a luxury hotel with a gym.”

“I’m with you there, babe.”

“You two are soft.” Rachel shook her head. “You’re missing out. Nature is good for the soul.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a crazy sister.” Nolan gazed into Grace’s eyes.

“I try to keep it a secret. A whacko in the family might reflect badly on the rest of us.”

Kane raised a brow. “How many of you are there?”

“Five.” Grace rolled her eyes. “We have another sister and two brothers. It was always a battle for the bathrooms when we all lived at home.”

“That’s nothing.” Nolan tapped his chest. “My mama raised seven boys and two girls.”

“I thought having one brother was more than enough.” Kane swallowed the last of his cocktail. “I’m sorry to break up the party, but I really should go. I still have to pack, and I want to hit the road early to beat the morning traffic.”

“Me, too.” Rachel pushed back her chair. “It was nice meeting you, Nolan.” She turned to face the man beside her. “I hope you enjoy your vacation.”

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Thanks, but it’s a bit of a hike. I couldn’t find any parking close by.”

“All the more reason to have an escort. Are you ready to go?”

“As soon as I pay the bill.” She stood and swooped to retrieve the folder from the approaching server.

“I’ll get the drinks.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket.

“Don’t be silly. You’re our guests, right, Grace?”

“Right. Let her pay. She always gets her way in the end, so you may as well save the argument.”

After Rachel handed the young man her credit card, he retreated, nearly bumping into an older woman hovering nearby. The woman stepped around him with a broad smile.

“It is you! I told my husband I couldn’t be mistaken. I said, ‘Ted, that’s Jordan Hale.’ Sure enough, I was right. Honey, would you mind signing an autograph. I adored you before you fell off that cliff and drowned.” The woman paused for breath and pulled a notepad from her purse.

Rachel pasted on a smile. “I’d be happy to.”

“Make it out to Mary Cooke, with an
e
, please. And can you sign it from Jordan Hale and then your real name? I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to meet you in person. I don’t know why those horrible writers had to go and kill you.”

“Here you go, Mrs. Cooke. It’s always a pleasure to meet a fan who still remembers me.”

“Thank you, dear. Why you’re just as nice as you were on the show.” The woman backed toward her own table. “Wait until I tell Mildred. She’s going to be green with envy.”

Rachel laughed. “Tell Mildred I said hello.” When the server returned with the credit card slip, she signed it.

Nolan looked from Rachel to Grace. “What was that all about?”

Kane’s brow creased. “Yeah, why did that woman call you Jordan Hale?”

“Because that’s who she was back in the day. My sister was Jordan Hale, seductress extraordinaire on
Days of Desire
.” Grace grinned. “Pretty cool, huh?”

Rachel shook her head. “Neither of them looks like a soap fan, so I doubt they know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t be such a sexist. Plenty of men watch soap operas. After all, the women are hot. Why shouldn’t men watch them?”

Nolan scowled. “Grace, what the hell are you rambling on about?”

Rachel took pity on him and explained. “I was on a soap opera while Bryce and I lived in New York. You might remember he played for the Giants before he was traded to San Francisco. Anyway, my character’s name was Jordan Hale.”

Kane pushed his chair in and stepped closer. “That was, what, a dozen years ago?”

“Soap fans have long memories, and mine was a popular character. I had quite a following back then.”

“You still get recognized, though not as often since you cut your hair shorter.” Her sister studied her and tapped one manicured nail on the table. “Jordan Hale looked a lot younger than you do.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Gracie. Remind me to break out the support hose.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for a nursing home yet.” A smile tugged at the edges of Kane’s firm mouth. “Shall we go?”

She nodded. “Good night, Nolan. Grace, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“You certainly will.” A speculative gleam lit her eyes. “I’ll expect a full report.”

Kane guided Rachel through the restaurant with a warm hand against the small of her back. “What did your sister mean by that?”

“Nothing. Grace is just being Grace. She’s a nut.” Rachel’s cheeks heated. She knew full well what her sister had meant. Unfortunately, Grace had seen her attraction to Kane and was undoubtedly hoping for a juicy end to the evening. As Rachel wasn’t in the habit of jumping into bed with relative strangers, her sister was doomed to disappointment.

“Where’d you park?” Kane waited for her response as they stepped out into the brisk spring air.

“Down the Embarcadero.” She shrugged on the sweater her mother had knit her the previous Christmas. “I suppose you’re in the opposite direction.”

“No, I’m that way, too.” Taking her arm, he led her around a crowd of people who’d stopped to listen to a street musician.

The clear, clean notes of his saxophone followed them as they strolled down the brick-paved sidewalk. The moon was out, a silver orb shining over the bay.

She tilted her chin. “Look at that sky.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Rachel nodded. “I’m glad I don’t live in the city anymore, but I do miss nights like these.”

“Where do you live?”

“Up in Vine Haven, north of Napa.”

“I know the area, lots of rolling hills and grape vines. What do you do there?”

“I own a combination bookstore coffee bar. The town has enough of a tourist trade to survive, but not enough to ruin the small town atmosphere.”

“I think I’ve been there. Years ago, my ex-wife dragged me through Napa County on a wine-tasting tour. Is there a small winery in Vine Haven?”

Rachel smiled. “Only the best one in Northern California, but I may be a teensy bit prejudiced. Hanover Vineyards belongs to my family. I grew up there, and my father and brother still run the vineyard and winery. We offer tours on the weekends.”

“Oh, yeah? So you moved back to the family homestead after your husband died?”

“Actually, the year before. Bryce and I were divorced when he died in the skiing accident.”

“I remember hearing about that. I don’t imagine living with a professional athlete was easy.”

“There were some negatives.” Bitterness edged her voice, and she forced herself to relax.

“Cops make lousy husbands, too. Just ask my ex-wife.”

“You seem like a good guy. What happened?”

“The usual. I spent more time at work than I did with her. Diana is a very nice person, and she’s a fighter. She stuck it out for five long years before she finally gave up. I guess she came to the conclusion I wasn’t going to change.”

Rachel stopped walking and looked up at him. The breeze blew her hair across her face. One strand caught at the corner of her mouth, and Kane reached out a finger to free it. Her breath stuck in her throat as she struggled to remember what they were talking about.

“Did you want to change?”

“Not really. I was younger and had a lot to prove.”

“And now?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure anymore, but I do need a break.”

“Did something happen?”

His expression closed. “Yeah, something happened.” After a moment’s hesitation he took her arm to lead her forward. “I don’t know why I’m boring you with my problems. How did we end up talking about me?”

“I have that effect on people. Something about me makes everyone I talk to want to spill their guts.”

He grimaced. “I’m not the only one? There’s a crowd of needy jerks bending your ear? Terrific.”

“Mostly just family.” She gave him a teasing poke to lighten the mood. “I’m no psych guru, and even if there was a crowd, I’d say you’re unique.”

“Hardly. I’m just one of a million divorced cops. You may want to warn your sister we’re bad relationship risks before she gets too involved with Nolan. Not that he isn’t a great guy.”

“I’m sure he is. Anyway, I’d be more inclined to worry about him. Grace discards men faster than empty pizza boxes.”

Kane grinned. “Your sister seems like quite a dynamo.”

“She is. When God passed out inhibitions, he skipped Grace and gave me a double dose.”

“I doubt that. Anyone who was a soap star can’t have too many restraints.”

“Ask my oldest daughter. She’ll tell you all about them. Here’s my car.” Rachel stopped beside her red SUV.

“I rest my case. Inhibited people don’t buy red cars.”

“I chose the model, but I let my girls pick the color. They take after their aunt.”

He smiled, his rugged face lit by an overhead streetlight. Kindness—and pain—was reflected in his eyes. Lines radiated from the corners of his lips, and creases marred his broad forehead. He looked like a man who’d seen the darker side of humanity and was worn down by the experience. It took all her willpower not to reach up to stroke his cheek.

“It was nice meeting you, Rachel Carpenter. More than nice.”

“I hope you have a wonderful time camping. I must admit I’m a little jealous.”

“You should come up. My brother’s retreat is a great place for families. I bet your girls would love it.”

“Jade and Ivy probably would, but Lark’s another story. Anyway, I imagine the camp is fully booked for the summer.”

“It is for July and August, but I think there’s space left in June. People tend to wait until it’s warmer to go camping in the Sierras. It can be pretty cold at night this time of year. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s still some snow left around the lake.”

“In other words, pack a warm sleeping bag.”

“You’ve got it. If you decide you’re interested, Jed has a web site. Look up Granite Lake Retreat on the Internet, and you can get the phone number to make a reservation.”

“I’ll think about it.” She let out another sigh before she could stop herself. “I’d better go. The drive isn’t getting any shorter standing here.” She touched his arm. “Thanks for walking me to my car. I know you’re anxious to get home.”

“My pleasure, and it wasn’t out of my way. I own the Jeep parked three spaces over. Anyway, it’s not safe for a woman to be alone on the street this time of night.”

“True, more’s the pity. Good night, Kane. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”

He enclosed her hand in both of his, and a tingle shot through her.

“I certainly hope so.” He hesitated then released her. “Drive carefully.”

She unlocked her car door. “Careful is my middle name.”