CnC 5 One Hex of a Wedding by Yasmine Galenorn
“Murray, that’s a wedding ring. Could it be from Jimbo?” I asked, even though I knew in my gut it wasn’t.
With an absent shake of the head, she opened the card and her face drained of color. “Em, look at this.”
I gingerly took the card. There was a picture of an old bridge on the front that I recognized leading to Icicle Lake Falls, a campground on the way to Mount Baker. I opened the card and silently read the typed poem that had been glued inside. It was simple, six lines, but chilled me to the core.
Every time I think of you, I lose another night of sleep,
I pray that you will come to me and be my own to keep.
I would bring you to my home, to my side to stay,
In the mountains by a lake, we will find our way.
I wish on every falling star, though my heart, it breaks,
I will have you for my own, or life itself forsake.
“Murray, there’s a big freakin’ alarm going off in my gut. You have to show this to Deacon. This looks bad, very bad.” In fact, the damned thing practically sizzled in my hands. I tossed it on the table. “Does this have anything to do with that card on your doorstep on Saturday?”
“You read that?” she said. I nodded and she let out a long shuddering breath. “Em, something’s been going on. Phone calls in the middle of the night—but whoever it is always hangs up. Twice now, I’ve had the feeling that somebody was in my house, but couldn’t find anything to prove it. Flowers delivered to work with no card, and Jimmy didn’t send them.”
“I thought something was going on with you. How long has this been happening? I take it you have no idea who’s behind all of this?”
“The first time I got a hang-up call was … oh … two weeks ago? Maybe three. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, of course.” She rubbed her forehead. “I haven’t got a clue who’s doing this.” She picked up the card and read the verse again. “Whatever prints were on the card are probably toast thanks to the way we handled it. Em, I don’t mind telling you, I’m a little scared. But I don’t want Jimmy knowing about the ring. Not yet. I don’t want him going out and doing something stupid that could get him hurt.”
“What could he do? You don’t know who sent it.”
“Precisely. He might take it into his head to pin the blame on somebody innocent. I don’t want him hurting somebody just because he’s gone off half-cocked. Promise me you’ll keep this a secret?”
I sighed. “Only if you promise me that you’ll talk to Deacon.”
With a shrug, she tucked the box into her purse. “No worries there—this is the sort of thing I’m always warning women about.”
“Okay then, but I don’t like it. You shouldn’t keep secrets like this,” I started to say, but then stopped. She was a cop, she knew her job. If she wanted to keep Jimbo out of the loop for a little bit, she had her reasons. And speak of the devil, the sound of a chopper pulling up told us he’d arrived. I took that as my cue to leave. “Your sweetie’s here, and I have to get to the hospital to collect Joe. You going to be okay with this mess? I can come back and help you clean if you like.”
She threw her arm around my shoulder. “Thanks, Em, but don’t bother. White Deer’s on her way. She’ll help me sort out this mess. Between her and Jimmy, I’ll be fine. You tell Joe we love him and that he’d better get well in time for the wedding or I’m getting out the shotgun.”
I humored her, forcing a laugh, but inside I was worried. Worried about Joe, worried about Murray. It was bad enough when things happened to me, but far worse when events turned nasty on my friends and loved ones.
I headed out the door, giving Jimbo a quick peck on the cheek as he entered the room. As I clattered down the stairs, I heard his cry of surprise, and Murray’s quick voice. Wishing I could stay to help, I slipped into my SUV and aimed myself toward the hospital, stopping at Starbucks on the way. Caffeine was the best attack against stress, I’d found. As long as it was spiked with plenty of chocolate and flavored syrup.
Five
WHEN I REACHED the hospital, Joe was waiting for me, his shoulder bandaged with a light dressing that barely covered the bruising. I gathered that being grazed by a bullet hurt a tad more than a skinned knee. He fussed as the nurse pushed him in the wheelchair toward the entrance.
“I can walk—”
“Hush! We’ve been through this already. It’s protocol.” The nurse gave me a harried look. “Is he this much trouble at home?”
I grinned at her. “Only when he’s awake.”
Joe snorted. “Trouble? She’s the troublemaker in the family.”
“Be good or I may rethink marrying you, Files.”
His eyes glittered at me, a little curl giving his lip a seductive turn. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll sit still until we hit the doors.” I’d brought him a loose shirt that wouldn’t pull at his bandage and his favorite jeans. He cleaned up pretty good, though he hadn’t let them shave him. Joe was trying to grow a beard, a proposition I found appealing, as long as he didn’t try to outdo Jimbo. ZZ Top wasn’t my idea of sexy.
We finished the paperwork, maneuvered him into the car with only a couple of groans, and headed for home. I stared at the road as it passed beneath our wheels. Time to spill the beans about his brother, as much as I dreaded approaching the subject. Might as well get it over with now, because he’d be expecting to find Nathan at home.
“Babe, I have some bad news.”
“What now? You find a dead body in the shed or something?” He was joking, but I detected a tinge of worry behind his smiling face.
“Jeez, give me a break. I did not find a dead body.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, now would it?” He snickered. “You know I’m forever going to be on the lookout for corpses, ghouls, skeletons, and ghosts. Somehow I don’t think that Brigit was your last. Face it, you’re hooked.”
“Stop it! If I swerve off the road it’s all your fault,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “I’m being serious.”
He raised one eyebrow, then cocked his head. “Yes, Ms. O’Brien?” he said with mock solemnity.
“Joe! You make me feel like Mrs. Robinson when you call me that.” I took a deep breath. “Okay, so here goes. I called Nathan last night to tell him about you and he—”
“He flaked out, didn’t he? He’s not going to show.” He said it so flatly that I realized this wasn’t the first time Nate had screwed over his brother.
“Yeah,” I said softly. “I’m sorry, babe. He’s on his way to Sweden with a friend.” Joe stared out the side window, mute. As I turned onto Hyacinth Street, he let out a long sigh.
“Nate’s a fuckup, just like Dexter.” Joe never called his father by anything except his first name or “the old man.” “He doesn’t give a damn about anybody but himself. Ten to one, he’s been playing up to some sugar mama just to get a free trip, and when he’s over there, he’s going to find some snow bunny just out of high school to screw around with. That’s it, I’m done with the whole family, except Aunt Maggie. She’s the only one who has any common sense. She’s been more a mother to me than my own mother.”
I turned into the driveway and switched off the ignition. “Joe, there’s not much I can say. I can’t make it better. I can’t make them into what you wish they would be. But you have family. You have your aunt, you have me and the kids, and you have our friends. Harlow and Murray adore you; count them as your sisters and Jimbo and James as your brothers. Sometimes, we have to create the family we need.”
Even though I’d been happy as a child, at a young age I’d realized that Nanna was better suited to raise me than my mother. Klara was a career woman at heart, but I always knew she loved me, and with Nanna by my side, I felt complete. Rose, on the other hand, had turned to Grandma M. out of anger. She and Klara were still dancing around each other in a waltz of guilt and resentment.
Joe shrugged, wincing. “I guess you’re right. Well, Nate can go to hell. I’m just grateful to be alive, to b
“Speaking of getting married, do you want to postpone the wedding? Your brother can’t make it and you were just shot—”
The look on his face was answer enough. “Are you crazy? Even if I’d taken the bullet smack in the shoulder, I’d have White Deer over at the hospital to marry us. Even if she had to dress like a nurse and sneak into my room. I’m not letting you slip through my fingers, Emerald. And incidentally, I’m okay with you keeping your last name, so tell Grandma M. to back off. She waxed long and hard on that subject during the party, trying to sympathize with me. I know she thinks I mind, but I don’t. It may be Roy’s name, but you should have the same last name as your kids.”
“And this is one of the many reasons I love you,” I said, settling him in on the sofa with the remote, a six-pack of Coke, a bag of pretzels, and the phone. “I’ve got errands to run,” I said. “You rest. And if any of my family calls, tell them I’ll talk to them tonight.”
He looked at me, suspicion clouding his eyes. “You aren’t trying to find out who shot me, are you?”
I gave him a long look. “Joe, you know perfectly well that I’m not about to let this go. The cops aren’t going to find much, that we can be sure of, unless the dude dropped a calling card out there and that’s pretty unlikely. But right now, I’m thinking about something else. Murray found her house trashed when she got home this morning.”
“What?” Joe straightened up.
“Her place was trashed, and I do mean ransacked. Thing is, nothing but a few pieces of lingerie were missing. And … we found a gift there.” I told him about the ring. “She doesn’t want Jimbo to know about it yet. She’s afraid he’ll lose it and hurt somebody.”
“Did she report it?”
“She promised me she would. But Joe, her whole place felt slimy. Icky, like something had crept in and nested.” I dropped into the recliner. “I’m worried about her. What if she’d been in the house?”
Joe shook his head. “Murray has a gun, Em, and she knows how to use it. She probably would have blown their head off. You can be sure she’s a lot better marksman than whoever took a potshot at me.”
Another thought had crossed my mind. “At the party, Mur got into it with Roy, too. Remember how rude he was to her? I wonder …”
“Don’t. Don’t wonder. Don’t even think about it.” He leaned back and I could tell he was sleepy. “Besides, Roy wouldn’t give her a present, would he? Let alone a wedding ring.”
“You’re right, I guess.” It didn’t make sense, now that I thought about it. And Roy almost always made sense, even if it was of the wrong kind.
“I think I’m going to take a nap, babe. See you when you get back. Let me know if they find out who broke into her house.”
I kissed him, gently at first, then a passionate, full, tongue-meets-tongue kiss. “What do you want for dinner, Files?”
He reached around and cupped my ass. “You, but Italian will do as an appetizer.”
A shiver of anticipation running through me, I gave his hand a gentle slap, grabbed my keys, and headed for the shop. That man could push my buttons like nobody else in this world. I thanked my lucky stars that he felt the same way about me.
AFTER A QUICK stop at Starbucks for another mocha, I pulled into a parking space near the Chintz ’n China.
Cinnamon was waiting on Farrah Warnoff, who’d been one of my regular customers since I’d first opened the shop. As I looked around, I realized that—as much as I was anticipating my wedding—I could hardly wait for it to be over and for things to be back to normal. I missed coming in every day, arranging the teapots and tea, greeting the gentle ladies of Chiqetaw who accepted my quirks and eccentricities with a mere blink of the eye. I’d become somewhat of a local legend to them, a status to which I’d never aspired, but sometimes fate propelled us into positions we weren’t comfortable with at first to make us stretch and grow.
And grown I had. My shop was thriving. I was in love with, and beloved by, a good man. My children were growing and evolving along their own paths. What more could I ask for? And if ghost-busting and falling over dead bodies was part of the process, then who was I to say the universe had it wrong? I’d finally given in, accepted my place in the scheme of things, and was over and done with freak-out city. Well, in the long run. In the short run, I was still at the mercy of caffeine and panic.
Cinnamon motioned to my office. “The invoices are in there, as well as the new shipment from Amberlane China. I think you’re going to go nuts over it. I doubt the pieces will sit on the shelf for more than a day.”
I settled into my chair. It felt good to be back, even if it was just for an hour or so. As I cautiously opened the first box from Amberlane, my pulse quickened. Their teapots and cups were made by hand and, as such, were terribly expensive. But the glaze shone with an opalescence that reminded me of the full moon on a summer’s night, and the delicate attention to detail was obvious in every curve of the pot. I’d ordered four of the teapots, knowing full well that if they were as beautiful as I thought they might be, I’d be buying one myself. Thank heavens I’d planned ahead.
I picked out my favorite, then jotted a note for Cinnamon to display the others, making sure they were on one of the protected shelves. I had four shelves specifically glassed in for the extremely expensive pieces. Though not foolproof, it at least lessened the chance some bull might come into my china shop and break them.
After turning my attention to the bills and assorted admin work, I leaned back, staring at the phone, a plan formulating in my mind. I had no doubt that Murray and her crew would do their best to find whoever had taken aim at Joe, but I knew the odds and they weren’t good. However, with my abilities, I might be able to ferret something out. I grabbed the phone and put in a call to Jimbo.
“Yeah?” His usual greeting, but I was used to it.
“Yo, dude, I want to come out and walk your property like I did when I was looking for Scar. I thought I might be able to pick up something on the frootloop who took a crack at Joe. You up for visitors?”
Jimbo cracked out a laugh. “You take the cake, O’Brien. But I owe you one. You just won me twenty bucks.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Say what?”
“I bet Anna twenty bucks that you’d be asking to come out here before the week was over. She said you’d be too preoccupied.”
With a snort, I said, “Uh-huh. By the way, how’s she doing?”
His voice dropped into scary mode. “If I ever catch whoever ripped up her house, he’s dead meat. O’Brien, I’m worried about her, but she won’t even think about leaving for a few days. White Deer’s staying with her, but neither one of them are strong enough to KO some pervert. I’m going to camp out there for the next few days. I’ll be at home tomorrow though. Eleven A.M. work for you?”
I jotted a note to myself. “Sounds good to me.”
“Cool beans. I think I’ll call in some of my buddies from the enclave to search the property for me. Make sure no psycho’s hiding out in the back forty.” Jimbo’s buddies from the Klickavail Valley bikers’ enclave were a formidable crew. I wouldn’t want to be any trespasser they might catch.
“Good thinking. Okay, well, I’m outta here for now. See you tomorrow.” As I hung up, I turned over several thoughts in my head. One was flashing a neon red alarm, and I had to put it to rest, one way or another. Might as well grit my teeth and get it over with. I grabbed my purse, stuck a Post-it on the teapot I’d chosen for myself, and headed out. With a wave to everybody and a slew of good wishes following me out the door, I jumped in my SUV and pointed myself in the direction of the Four Seasons Motel where Roy was staying.
THE LOOK ON Roy’s face when he opened the door was priceless. Made me wish I had a camera. Before he could ask what I was doing there, I pushed my way into the room, tossed my purse on a chair, and perched my ass on the desk.
“Okay, let’s get this over and done with. I?
Roy stared at me, uncertainty clouding his face. “Fine. What exactly are we hashing out?”
“First—what the hell were you thinking when you showed up at the party? You’re lucky that I sent the kids home early, but they sure got an eyeful when the paper came out with Ingrid’s article in it. They—and everybody else in town—now knows what a drunken buffoon you are. Not only that, probably half the town thinks you shot Joe.”
His eyes narrowed and he let out an exasperated sigh. Typical. The martyr rode again. Oh poor me, my ex-wife just won’t quit ragging on me. “I didn’t intend on losing it.”
“Then why did you show up? You know you aren’t going to control yourself. What on earth possessed you to open your mouth when you know it always gets you into trouble?” I shook my head. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but we’d been round and round for the past five years, and I was tired of it.
Roy leaned against the wall. He was still a handsome man, that I’d give him, but his arrogance had grown to outshine the charm that had snared me in when we first met. Five-ten, with a curly mass of strawberry blond hair the same as Kip’s, he’d kept himself trim. For just a moment, I flashed back to the good days, before the kids and I’d become burdens to him rather than joys. We’d had some good times, a fact that I conveniently tended to forget.
“Emerald—oh never mind.” He suddenly slumped. “You wouldn’t understand.”