“Nothing?” She blinked at him in disbelief.
“Nothing yet. You see, Devin hasn’t let on that I have the gold. Michael thinks we’re still searching. We need a way to lure him out alone so I can catch him.”
“Why not just tell him you know where the gold is, and when he comes to that place, just grab him?” Julia made it sound so simple.
“Because he’s too smart and too suspicious to fall for that.” Cameron swept his hand back over his hair, the resilient curls springing against his palm. “Michael would never believe I would just let him have the gold. And if he did show up, that’s when we would find ourselves in the most danger.”
Both women watched him, their eyes large with anxious anticipation.
“We have to let Michael think that he is still tailing me, that through me he still has a chance of swooping down and taking the gold right out from under my nose.”
“And how will you do that?” Julia asked.
“We whet his greed,” Cameron replied quietly.
“How?” Fiona wrung her small pale hands.
“I’ll have to use the shelter as a cover. I wish there were another way.” He underscored his apologetic tone by laying his hand on Julia’s arm. “I don’t know how else to flush Michael out and keep an eye on you.”
Julia brushed her fingertips over the gold pin he’d fastened to her sweater. “But what will you do at the shelter? I’m too busy to have you underfoot.”
“Well, when I’m not busy protecting your pretty neck, I think I’d make an excellent volunteer supervisor, strictly on a volunteer basis, of course.”
Her eyes grew wide at the suggestion. “I supervise the volunteers.”
“And I wouldn’t mind seeing what I can do to increase donations and contributions as well,” he said, ignoring her response.
“But I oversee that, too.” A little-girl-lost quality invaded her soft voice.
“Great, it’s settled then.” He clapped his hands together.
Julia glowered at him.
He repaid her with a grin.
“At least let me do something to help,” Julia insisted. “I have friends in the Kentucky tourism department—we’ve done some things for the shelter just over the river. I can confirm this whole moonbow story with a phone call and get pamphlets and any information you need sent up.”
“Fine. See to it straight away.” He tore off the page and handed it to her. He watched as she mocked his authoritarian attitude, mouthing his words back to him, but decided he had that coming and didn’t pursue it. Instead, he turned to his sister- in-law.
“Fiona, this may take some time. Several days, maybe more than a week.” He cradled Fiona’s chin in his cupped palm. “I’m asking you to have faith and I’ll to do my best to end this for our family once and for all. Can you do that, my dear?”
“I can live on faith for a while, Cameron. But does it make me seem weak to say I’ll pray every minute of every day that Michael will come to his senses and let Devin come home to me?”
The petite redhead smiled at both of them. There were tears in her eyes, but she smiled just the same.
“I think that’s a fine idea,” he said even though he didn’t believe it would do one bit of good. He told himself it was a kindness to Fiona, whom he loved like a sister but somewhere in the depth of his being he knew he didn’t mind that it also made him look good to Julia.
The dark haired beauty had gotten under his skin. He just hoped that did not compromise his judgment. Too much was riding on him and he must not allow even Julia Reed to keep him from doing what he had to do.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cameron took Julia back to the shelter then spent the afternoon trying to find where he was most needed in the scheme of things. Julia sent him here and there, mostly
there
, meaning any place away from her so she would be free to get some work done without the distraction of…
him
. She tried to tell herself, and sometimes Craig, that the man was nothing more than an irritation. Another temporary connection in her life brought on by her desire just to help. Craig didn’t buy that but Julia forced herself to pretend that she did.
But every time she almost convinced herself she’d look up and find those eyes watching over her and her knees would go weak. Julia was not a weak-in-the-knees kind of girl so she used that to stoke her agitation at the man. The gorgeous, built like a Celtic warrior with lust in his heart and a twinkle in his eyes man.
Yeah. He was a big distraction. When it was time for Julia to head home, he suggested he escort her.
She soundly refused his offer.
He followed her home just the same.
“Now
what do you think you’re doing?” Julia slammed her car door and the whole sad-assed chassis shuddered from the vibrations.
“Can a man help it if he happens to take a drive along the self-same route that a lovely lady motorist is taking?” Cameron cut off the engine of his unremarkable sedan and climbed out, leaning his hip against the side of the car and folding his arms over his sweater while the late winter, yet hinting at the promise of spring to come, breeze ruffled through his hair.
“Have you ever noticed, my fine Irish friend—” Julia jabbed the tip of her car key in his direction as she spoke, “—that you answer a lot of questions without ever giving an answer at all?”
“Is that so, lass?” He stroked his chin, which she knew was a total put on because nobody really does that and acted far too thoughtful for the amount of mischief in his eyes. “Well, I’ll be.”
“I just bet you’ll be. I bet you’ll be coming up with some fine rare excuse for why it is you’d be wandering down the very lane that winds past me most humble abode.” She slipped into the Irish brogue with ease after hearing so much of it recently.
Cameron grinned, and approached her, his arms flung wide as if offering their very surroundings as evidence. “I was sightseeing.”
“The sight being the back of my car?”
“Your car, my Miss Reed, is not a sight. It’s an eyesore.” He rapped the trunk with one knuckle and Julia wondered if he was making a point or checking to see if she had a body in there that might knock back. “Your home, on the other hand—”
“Is my home.” She held up her hand to still any notions he had of getting any closer to her or her house. “It’s where I escape for a while from the stress of my work. And I want it to stay that way. Private.”
“You’re telling me you never invite, say, a friend, over to enjoy your private sanctuary?” He sank his backside against the fender, crossing his long legs at the ankle. Settled in but not aggressive.
“Oh, sure, a
friend.”
She crossed her arms, hoping that would cement her resolve not to let the man wheedle his way into her home.
She liked Cameron. Liked him more than she had any man in a very long while. But even if she had time for a romantic relationship, he could not be the man for her.
He was an Interpol agent, a traveler, a man essentially without a home of his own. She needed more from a relationship than Cameron could give. And he deserved more than she could offer right now.
“So, you’re sayin’ we can’t be friends?” He cocked his head.
“No.” She was saying they could not be more than friends. If she spent too much time with the Irish charmer, she didn’t know how to keep that from happening. “I just, well, I just don’t want my home invaded.”
“Invaded?” He raised an eyebrow. Another man might have huffed and puffed and strode up and down the drive acted injured at the implication. Cameron did it all with a look.
She lightly touched the pin he’d given her. The breeze tossed a long coil of hair across the bridge of her nose, and she drew it away as she walked back the almost-accusation, saying quietly, “I don’t want my privacy invaded.”
“I see.” He pushed off from the car but kept his hand resting on the roof.
“It’s not you. It’s me.” She didn’t owe him an explanation but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from giving one. “After working all day at the shelter, I need the solitude of being alone.”
“Of course, lass.” He gave a gracious bow of his head. “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
“Fine.” She gave a wave, her wrist rigid and her fingers straight. Suddenly, she felt ridiculously like some royal personage stiffly shooing off a peasant. “In the morning then.”
Her afterthought, which she intended to sound cheery, failed miserably and ended up completing the dour dismissal. She felt her cheeks warm at her silly behavior.
Cameron gave a wincing smile.
What was wrong with her?
She curled her fingers over the edge of her cardigan.
What could it hurt to invite the man in, maybe order a pizza or just sit and talk?
Of course, she couldn’t afford to pay for that pizza so… she remembered the fish he’d told her he didn’t want and that she’d left it in the fridge at work. She didn’t even have that to offer him. Maybe it was all for the best if he went on his way after all.
“Until we meet tomorrow” he said, and raised his hand in farewell.
It still felt wrong. He had been nothing but kind to her today and even if she couldn’t feed him anything fancier than a sandwich she did have a bottle of wine she’d been saving since the holidays.
She wet her lips, ready to renege on her whole stance and ask the man in.
Before she could speak, he raised his wrist to aim one pointed finger at her. “But don’t you go thinkin’ you can chase me off this easy every time.”
“What?” She hadn’t seen this shift coming. Surprise. That was what had her heart racing, not the comforting power of his physical presence, his masterful tone of voice, or his protective and proprietary attitude.
“If I thought ’twas necessary, your foolish stubbornness wouldn't run me off.” He did not raise his voice. His words carried not even the hint of a threat. He spoke as matter-of-factly as if discussing the weather but as firmly as issuing a life and death warning. “I’d be over your doorstep, invasion of privacy or no.”
Julia responded in kind with her tone, but not with her words. “Over my doorstep and then on your way, is what you’d be.
Pow,” she added, stealing from the old Jackie Gleason routine, her loosely knotted fist raised for effect. “Straight to the moon.”
“I’d ask you if that’s a threat or a joke but I have a feelin’ it’s wee bit of both.” He chuckled.
She tried to glare at him but she didn’t have it in her, not with the music of his laughter warming her heart.
“Thanks for the warning, lass, I’m shakin’ in me boots.” He let the comfortable lilt saturate his words,then dropped his voice to a serious growl. “In the morning, lass. Bright and early.”
Julia watched him drive away, unable to find the breath to voice her anger at his parting command
*
“My, don’t you look chipper this morning?” Julia squinted into the bathroom mirror then dropped her gaze to the glob of creamy moisturizer in her cupped hand.
The only way that thick pink goo was going to improve the image facing her was if she smeared the stuff directly onto the mirror. Nothing short of blurring the reflection would obscure the evidence of her restless night. This little unplanned treasure escapade would probably age her ten years, she decided. It had all seemed sort of exciting, romantic even yesterday. But after a night’s reflection?
She rubbed her palms together briskly. The friction warmed the moisturizer and released the delicate scent of vanilla into the air. Julia inhaled deeply then slathered the cream over her face. After that she grabbed her toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste.
“In the morning, lass. Bright and early.” She mimicked Cameron’s words, making them sound more like the command she now realized they had been, as she applied the minty gel to the brush. “What presumption. What arrogance. What—on earth am I doing?”
She glanced down at the huge blue blob quivering on the bristles, then at the tube, which had been crumpled into a ball by her hand. The biting scent of mint stung her nostrils. She
sighed, then poked the whole mess into her mouth.
Might as well look as rabid as I feel,
she thought in good humor. She attacked the task with enthusiasm until a pale blue froth foamed out over her lips.
She rinsed once and mindlessly started to go at it again, her thoughts focused on Cameron O’Dea and his assumption that she would allow him to run roughshod over her life.
Buzzz-buzzz.Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
The sharp electric hum of someone leaning on her doorbell startled her back to the moment.
“Well, speak o’ the devil,” she told her image, pirating Cameron’s soft brogue despite the toothbrush stuffed inside her cheek. Her first instinct was to rinse again and tidy her appearance before answering the door.
She resisted it.
Yes, she knew she looked a fright. But that man deserved the fright of his life for showing up on her doorstep so early in the morning.
The doorbell sounded again, and she padded toward the door in her fuzzy slippers. She felt no reservation about appearing in her huge flannel robe belted over a pair of jogging pants and a long T-shirt. Still, she glanced down to make sure all was decent.