Men of Intrgue A Trilogy (64 page)

Karen glanced away, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“My life.”

He raised his brows. “Oh, oh. Sounds heavy.”

Karen smiled ruefully. “Just confusing.”

“Really? Don’t you like your new job?”

“Yes, I do. It’s my personal life that’s a mess.”

He shot her a sidelong glance. “Still haven’t gotten over the old flame, huh?”

Karen sighed. “Everyone tells me these things take time.”

Jim nodded. “Though I have to say he must have been somebody special for a great girl like you to carry such a torch.”

“That’s kind of you to say,” Karen replied, feeling guiltier by the minute, as if she were taking advantage of Jim in some subtle, unspecified way.

“Where is he now?” Jim asked, turning onto Route 3 and heading for New York.

“I don’t know,” Karen said truthfully. Colter had left for Lebanon but he could be anywhere at the moment.

“Oh. He took off?”

“Yes.”

“What did he do?” Jim inquired.

“Do?”

“For a living.”

Karen thought about it. “He was kind of an independent contractor. He traveled around on jobs, moved a lot, that sort of thing.”

Jim realized that she was being deliberately vague and didn’t pursue the subject. They chatted about the office where they both worked until Jim entered the city and parked in an underground garage a few blocks from Rockefeller Center.

Karen hadn’t been to New York in years, and she was amazed to see that it had changed hardly at all: it was still dirty, busy, and under construction. They ducked beneath a catwalk and crossed a series of blustery streets, dodging drifting candy wrappers and newspapers, to reach the restaurant. The celebrated Christmas tree towered into the night sky, ablaze with white lights, and they were seated next to a glass wall that afforded a full view of the skating pond. Karen settled in comfortably while Jim ordered drinks and watched clouds of steam escaping from the manholes on the avenue, enveloping passersby in a warm fog from the underground heating system. Christmas shoppers hurried along laden with bags labeled Macy’s and Bonwit’s and Bloomingdale’s. The skaters glided and looped and twirled, singly and in pairs, their faces flushed and their ears red from the cold. Karen sipped her wine and observed the scene, so different from Almeria, where Christmas arrived in stifling heat and was celebrated with the creches and pinatas of the native population. She was curiously content and realized, with a feeling of recognition, that she was glad to be home.

They were examining the menu, debating what to order, when their waiter approached the table and said, “Telephone for you, ma’am. Shall I bring it to your table?”

Karen glanced at Jim in surprise. “For me?” she said.

“Yes. The caller said for the young lady with Mr. Cochran. That’s you, isn’t it?”

Karen nodded, shrugging at Jim.

“Would you like to take it here?” the waiter asked.

“No, don’t bother,” Karen replied, standing up. “I’ll take it at the desk.”

Jim pulled out her chair and the waiter stepped back to let her pass. The hostess at the desk indicated the blinking button on the phone. Karen pressed it and lifted the receiver.

“Hello?” Karen said.

“Oh, Karen, thank God I reached you,” Grace said breathlessly. “He was just here and I don’t know what to do.”

“Who?” Karen asked, confused.

“Who do you think?” Grace replied, exasperated. “That boyfriend of yours, Colter. I couldn’t believe it. We were just talking about him tonight, and then there he was. The bell rang and I answered the door. He was standing on the porch, big as life, as brown as a leather boot in the middle of winter.”

“He’s back?”

“Of course he’s back. Aren’t you listening to me?” Grace demanded.

“He came to the house?” Karen said, her heart beating faster.

There was a pause during which Grace tried to determine whether her sister had suddenly become stupid, or was just so rattled that she was reduced to repeating everything she heard. Deciding on the latter, Grace said carefully, “Yes, Karen. He was here about half an hour ago, and he wanted to see you.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him the truth, that you weren’t home.”

“And?”

“He didn’t believe me. He thought I was just trying to keep him away from you.”

Karen closed her eyes. “Then what happened?” she asked warily, although she could well imagine.

“Well, he was about to push past me and Ken wasn’t home. I got scared,” Grace said apologetically. “That Colter’s awfully big, and he looked pretty upset, and...”

“What did you do, Grace?” Karen asked patiently, wincing.

“I told him where you were,” Grace said rapidly.

Karen almost dropped the phone. “You didn’t give him the address of this restaurant!” she said in a strong voice.

“I had to,” Grace whined. “I told him you were out on a date, which was the wrong thing to say. Then he wanted to know with whom, and he was real demanding about it, and I said with a guy at your office...”

“All right, Grace, I get the picture. Is he coming here?”

“I think he is, and that’s why I had to call to warn you. At first I decided not to bother you, but the more I thought about it, the more worried I got. I’m afraid he might make a scene. Maybe you could convince Jim to leave before he gets there.”

“I’ll try,” Karen said firmly.

“I’m sorry I messed up,” Grace said with genuine contrition. “I just didn’t know what to do. All I could think of was to get rid of him before Ken came home and they got into it or something. Before I knew it, I had blurted out the name of the place where you were.”

“It’s all right; I understand. Steven has a way of getting what he wants.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Karen?”

“Yes?”

“I can see why you had such trouble letting go. He really is very attractive. I mean, he was mad and everything, but I could still tell that he’d be a difficult one to forget.”

“Even so, he had no right to just show up there and give you a hard time,” Karen said grimly. “I haven’t heard from him in almost a month and he gave me every reason to believe I never would. Now all of a sudden he gets angry because I have the nerve to get on with my life and go out on a date? I hope he does come here. I have a thing or two to say to him.”

“But what about Jim?” Grace asked in a worried tone.

“Don’t worry—I’ll handle it. Thanks for calling.”

“Goodbye, and good luck. Let me know what happens.”

“I will. Bye,” Karen hung up the phone and made her way back to Jim, who was watching her with concern.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“I’m afraid so,” Karen replied, wondering how she could explain this latest development to him.

“What’s the matter? Something with the family?”

Karen sat and met his eyes directly. “You know the old flame we were talking about earlier?”

“Yeah?” he said warily.

“Well, he went to my sister’s house tonight, looking for me. And she told him where I was.”

It took a few seconds for the import of what she was saying to register.

“You mean he’s coming here?” Jim asked in amazement.

“I’m afraid he might.”

“Do you want to leave?” he asked.

“I think that would be best. We could go to another restaurant. I’d like to avoid trouble if that’s possible.”

“Fine,” Jim replied promptly, to her vast relief. “No problem. I’ll just get our coats.”

“Thanks for being so understanding,” Karen said.

“Be back in a minute,” Jim said, signaling for the bar bill. He got up and went to the checkroom as Karen looked around for her purse. She had found it and was rising to go after Jim when Colter came through the door.

Karen froze and her gaze darted to Jim, whose back was to her. He was busy retrieving their coats and didn’t see the drama about to unfold.

Colter spotted Karen immediately and brushed past the hostess, who was asking him for his reservation. The hostess, alarmed, signaled to the maitre d’, who scurried out from behind the phone stand. Colter strode through the forest of tables purposefully, halting at Karen’s side as the maitre d’ almost ran up his heels behind him.

“What are you doing here?” Karen said to him coldly.

“I came to talk to you,” he replied.

“Is everything all right, miss?” the maitre d’ asked anxiously. He clearly didn’t want to tangle with anyone Colter’s size, but even less did he want a scene in his restaurant, and he could sense that one was coming.

“Everything is fine,” Karen said to the maitre d’.

“Do you know this... gentleman?” the maitre d’ asked.

“I know him,” Karen replied.

The man subsided reluctantly, walking away but casting parting glances over his shoulder, as if waiting for Colter to erupt at any moment. Colter turned his back, dismissing him, and faced Karen, who was regarding him balefully.

Her expression was partially a pose. She was so glad to see him that she had to restrain herself from throwing her arms around his neck, but his outrageous behavior in terrorizing Grace and then showing up in the middle of her date could not be countenanced. Not to mention his sudden reappearance after his theatrical, and seemingly final, farewell. So Karen laced the fingers that longed to caress him in front of her and waited for him to speak.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

So did he. He was wearing a gray and white checked lumberjack coat, open down the front, his hands thrust into the pockets. A red wool scarf dangled around his neck, offsetting a gray sweater and his perennial faded jeans. He was so tan that his teeth and eyes seemed impossibly pale against the background of his skin, and his hair was blonder than she’d ever seen it, almost white. He looked like an advertisement for a tropical escape vacation. No wonder everybody in the place was staring at him.

“How was Lebanon?” Karen asked crisply.

“Hot. Dry.”

“You seem remarkably unscathed. No injuries this time?”

“No.”

“How lucky for you. Now do you mind telling me why you found it necessary to scare my sister half to death?”

“How do you know that?”

“She called me here and told me all about it. You haven’t answered my question.”

“She wouldn’t tell me where you were.”

“Oh, but she did. Eventually, isn’t that right? And that’s why you’re standing in the middle of this restaurant, making fools of both of us.”

“Karen, we have to talk—” he began.

“You did talk,” she cut him off. “As I recall, the last time we were together you said quite a bit, most of which I’ve been trying to forget ever since.”

They both looked up as Jim arrived, with Karen’s coat over his arm.

“You ready to go?” he said to Karen, as if Colter weren’t there. He’d evidently sized up the situation from a distance and decided to play it cool.

“Who is this guy?” Colter demanded.

“My escort, Jim Cochran,” Karen replied, trying to decide how best to avoid a confrontation.

“Your escort?” Colter sneered. “How charming.”

Jim turned to him, clearly trying to hold his anger in check. “Look, bud, this lady is with me, and I’m sure she’d be very grateful if you wouldn’t embarrass her any more than you already have. Why don’t you just run along and leave her alone? If she wants to see you she’ll get in touch.”

Colter was livid. He grabbed Jim by the collar and slammed him into the wall. The surrounding diners gasped, and the maitre d’; taking no further chances, ran for the phone.

“The lady was with me long before you ever met her,
bud,
and I’m taking her home,” Colter growled. “Shut up and go away.”

Jim struggled to throw off Colter’s viselike grip while Karen prayed to disappear or at least transubstantiate into one of the chairs. After a stunned second or two she recovered and grabbed Colter’s arm, hissing into his ear, “Let go of him this instant, or I promise you I will never speak to you again.”

Colter relaxed his grip reluctantly, and Jim shrugged, straightening his collar.

“Ready to leave?” he asked Karen, as if the previous exchange had not happened.

Karen closed her eyes briefly. This was like a nightmare. Her only concern was to end it as efficiently as possible.

“Jim,” she said, with more calm that she felt, “I really do have to talk to him. I think it would be best if you just went home and let me get this straightened out.”

“I’m not leaving you with him!” Jim said, as astonished as if she had suggested sacking a church.

“Real brave, aren’t you?” Colter said with a derisive smile, and Jim took a belligerent step toward him.

“Be quiet!” Karen said to Colter, and he fell back, scowling. Jim watched him, ready to go at it again if he moved.