by Nora Roberts
Chapter Ten
The only thing that prevented Amanda from slamming the door was the fact that Suzanna would have already put the children to bed. But she did kick it.
Limping and muttering and occasionally sending a furious look over her shoulder, she started down the hallway. At that point, she wasn't certain if she was more angry with Sloan for taking her assent for granted, or with herself for wanting to give it to him. Marriage hadn't been in her plans, but damn it, she was good at taking the unexpected and making it work. But if he thought she would give him the satisfaction of just hopping on board because he said so, then he didn't know Amanda Kelly Calhoun.
When we get married, she fumed. Not if, not will you or would you. And the problem, the big problem was that under the instant panic and anger had been a thrill. She paused outside of her bedroom door as her own soft sigh caught up with her. Oh, Lord, she did want to marry him. Despite all the good, solid, sensible reasons against it, marrying him was exactly what she wanted. Living with him would mean living with the constant threat of upheaval. She smiled to herself. And what more satisfying life could there be for a woman so skilled at putting things back in place?
With her hand on the doorknob, she hesitated, debating whether she would go back, give in to the urge to throw herself laughing into his arms and say. . . yes!
No. Resolute, Amanda pushed open the door. She wasn't about to make it that easy for him. If he wanted her, really wanted her, then he was going to have to work a little harder. When he got it right - if he got it right - she corrected as she shut the door behind her, she would smile, slide her arms around him and say
An arm whipped around her throat and cut off her breath. Instinctively she struggled, throwing both hands up to the barrier to yank and scratch as she fought to drag in the air to scream. Until the hard, cold barrel of a gun pressed against her temple.
"Don't. " The voice was only a harsh whisper at her ear. "Be very still, and very quiet, and I won't have to hurt you. "
Obediently she let her arms fall limply to her sides, but her mind was speeding. The children were just down the hall. Their safety came first. And Sloan. . . Sloan could come along at any moment, furiously demanding a showdown.
"That's better. " The pressure on her windpipe eased slightly. "If you scream, people are going to get hurt - starting with you. I don't think you want that. " She shook her head. "Good. Now - " He swore and tightened his grip again as Sloan bellowed in the corridor.
"Calhoun. I'm not finished with you. "
"Be absolutely quiet," the man warned as he dragged her back. "Or I'll kill him. "
Amanda shut her eyes and prayed.
Sloan shoved open the door of her room, but it was pitch-dark and silent inside. While he stood in the doorway, swearing, Amanda was pressed back into the corner, knowing the gun was now aimed in Sloan's direction. Her stomach seemed to be packed with ice as she stood, not even daring to breathe, willing him to turn and go. And when he did, when she heard his boots clanging on the stairs, she wondered if she would ever see him again.
"Now that we have a little privacy, we can talk. " But the arm stayed around her throat and the gun at her temple. "About the emeralds. "
"I don't know where they are. "
"Yes. Initially I had trouble believing that, but now I'm sure you don't. So we'll play this a different way. We'll have to move quickly. First the storeroom. I'll take the papers you've yet to sort through. Then, to add a little flare to the trip, we'll fetch Coco's pearls, and a few of the smaller, more portable items. "
"You'll never get out of the house. "
"You just leave that up to me. " There was a faint lilt of pleasure in the voice now, as if he would enjoy the challenge. "Now we're going to move quietly, and very quickly to the storeroom. If you try anything heroic, I'll regret shooting you. "
She didn't dare, not with the children so close. But the storeroom, she thought, as she started out with him directly behind her. That was a different matter.
Sloan had left the lights on. The remnants of their picnic were spread over the floor. The air smelled, ever so lightly, of strawberries and champagne.
"Very sweet," Livingston murmured, then shut the door behind them. "It would have been more convenient for me if you had had the seance instead of a tryst" He loosened his hold so that she could step away, but kept his gun level.
Amanda stared at the man she knew as William Livingston. He was all in black with a soft leather pouch worn crosswise over his chest. On his hands were thin surgical gloves. The gun he carried was small, but she didn't doubt it was lethal, not when she looked into his eyes.
"No recriminations, Amanda?" His brow lifted when she said nothing. "I'd hoped you and I could enjoy each other while I was conducting business, but. . . let's not waste time. " From his pouch he pulled out a denim duffel bag. "Just the papers from those boxes there. I'm sure you're too efficient to have filed away anything useful. "
She bent to pick up the bag he'd tossed at her. "You've lost your accent. "
"It's lost its purpose. Be quick, Amanda. " His eyes narrowed as he gestured with the gun. "Very quick. "
She began to stuff papers into the bag. He was stealing her history, she thought furiously. Her family. "These won't do you any good. "
"I doubt you believe that, or you wouldn't be wasting your time with them. " His posture seemed almost relaxed now as he stood between Amanda and the door. "You're much too practical. In my profession, it pays to do your homework. I know your family quite well. " To hurry her along, he waved the gun. "Which is why I chose to concentrate on you, the most efficient and straightforward of the Calhoun women. "
If his ego was the only thing she could strike at, she'd take her best shot. "I hope you weren't expecting me to fall for you. " She flicked a coolly dismissive glance over him. "You're not my type - then or now. "
It hit the mark. His vanity was as huge as his ambition. "It's a pity that the lack of time prevents me from testing that. Perhaps when I come back, we'll pick up where we left off. "
"Even if you get away tonight, you'll never get back in this house again. "
He only smiled. "We'll see. Running into you like this complicates my plans, but it doesn't alter the final goal. The necklace. I want it very badly. Some jewels have power, and I have a feeling about this necklace. A strong feeling. "
The air in the room was suddenly cold, bone-chilling cold. The expression in Livingston's eyes changed. "Drafts," he muttered uneasily. "The place is full of drafts. "
But Amanda felt it, too, and was Calhoun enough to recognize it.
"It's Bianca," she said, and despite the gun, despite the odds, felt completely safe. "If you've done your homework, then you'll know she's still here. " The darting nerves in his eyes made her smile. "I don't think she wants you to have the papers, or the necklace. "
"Ghosts?" he laughed, but the sound was strained. Though he could see with his own eyes that nothing had changed, he was no longer sure he was alone in the room with Amanda. "That's unworthy of you. " "Then why are you frightened?"
"I'm not frightened, I'm in a hurry. That's enough. " He found himself desperate to get out of the room, out of the house. Despite the eerie chill, a line of sweat dribbled down his back. "You carry the bag. Since this has taken longer than expected, we'll have to forgo Coco's pearls, for now. " Impatient, he waved the gun at her. "Out the terrace doors. "
Amanda debated heaving the duffel bag at him and running. But then he would have the papers. Instead, she struggled with it, then fumbled at the door. "It's stuck. "
She was braced when he came up behind her to fight with the old latch. The minute the door opened, she stuck a foot behind him, threw her weight against him, then ran.
Wanting to lead him away from her family, she headed toward the west wing. As she hit the first set of stone stairs, she shouted for Sloan. The heavy bag bumped each step as she dragged it with her. She could hear him b
ehind her, closing in, and zigged around a corner as the first bullet pinged off granite.
She didn't stop to catch her breath, though her lungs were beginning to burn. The May night was warm, oppressively warm after the cold of the storeroom. The air was heavy with the threat of rain.
The sensation of safety she had felt in the storeroom had vanished. There was no protection now, except for her knowledge of the complex layout of the terraces and stairs. But she was straining, fighting her way through the dark and through the sudden certainty that she could not handle this alone.
Then she saw Sloan, heading toward her from the opposite direction. The relief lasted only an instant before she heard another shot.
Lights were flashing everywhere inside the house. Sloan shouted at her before he came forward like a charging bull. Unarmed, Amanda realized, blind with fury, and straight into a loaded gun.
Without hesitation, she whirled away from Sloan and heaved the bag of papers at Livingston. As he snatched it up, she could hear raised voices from inside, Jenny's crying, the dog's frantic barks. Wanting to protect as much as be protected, Amanda raced toward Sloan. When she reached him, arms outstretched, he shoved her aside.
"Get in the house. "
"He's got a gun," she said, desperately clinging to his arm. "Just let him go. "
"I said get inside. " He shook her off, then before her astonished eyes, leaped over the wall.
With her heart in her throat, she raced to it, to see him scrambling up from the terrace below. Even as Lilah burst through a door, Amanda was giving chase.
"What the hell's going on?" Lilah shouted after her.
"Call the police. " After the single order, Amanda saved her breath for running, following the sound of stampeding feet and Fred's furious barks.
There was no moonlight to guide her, but she plunged heedlessly into the dark, screaming for Sloan when she heard the explosion of gunfire. She flew down the steps, tearing around the house in a dead run. Over her own ragged gasps, she heard a shouted curse, then the sound of tires Squealing on asphalt.
In her hurry, she stumbled once, scrambling back up from the driveway with gravel stinging her palms. Then for an instant, a terrifying instant, there was only the sound of the sea and the wind and her own thundering pulse.
Her legs trembled as she dashed down the slope, so blind with fear that she didn't see Sloan until she rammed into him.
"Oh, God. " Her hands were instantly on his face. "I thought he'd killed you. "
He was too infuriated at having lost his quarry to appreciate her concern. "Not for lack of trying. Are you all right?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. It was - "
"You're bleeding. " Every other thought in his head vanished. "There's blood on your hands. "
"I fell. " She dropped her head onto his shoulder. "It was so dark, and I couldn't see. " Fighting tears, she held on to him as Fred whined at their feet. In an abrupt change of mood, she pulled back, pushing at his chest with her sore hands. Her damp eyes sizzled. "Are you crazy, chasing after him that way? I told you he had a gun. He could have shot you. "
"He damn near shot you," Sloan retorted. "And didn't I tell you to stay inside?"
"I don't take orders from you," she began.
"You're both alive," Lilah commented. Flashlight in hand, she strolled toward them. "I could hear you arguing from the end of the driveway. " The light shot across papers scattered in the road. "What's all this?"
"Oh, God, he must have dropped some. " Amanda was already down on her hands and knees, gathering them up.
"Must've been when Fred bit his leg. " Far from pacified, Sloan bent to snatch up a paper before it blew away.
"Fred bit him?" Amanda and Lilah said in unison.
"Good and hard from the sound of it. " It was a small but sweet satisfaction. "We might have had him, too, but he had a car stashed down the road. "
"And he might have shot both of you," Amanda retorted.
"Excuse me. " Lilah felt she was doing her part by shining the light so they could see to find papers. "Who is he?"
"Livingston," Sloan told her, then added a string of curses. "You'll have to get the details from your sister. "
"Inside," Lilah suggested. "The rest of the family is in an uproar. " "You called the police?"
"Yes. " Right before she'd rushed out of the house, barefoot, to chase her sister down the graveled driveway. When Fred stopped to perk his ears then give a long, ululant howl, she laughed. "And I'd say they're on the way. Fred already hears the sirens. "
Because her arms were full, Amanda pushed the papers into Lilah's arms, then began to pick up more as they started back. "He didn't get everything," she muttered, then thought of that moment in the storeroom when the air had changed. "I knew he wouldn't. "
At the door of the house Suzanna stood, a slim gladiator, armed with a fireplace poker. "Is everyone all right?"
"Fine. " Amanda let out an exhausted breath. "The kids?" "In the parlor with Aunt Coco. Oh, honey, your hands. " "I just scraped them. "
"I'll get some antiseptic. "
"And some brandy," Lilah added, before laying the papers on a table in the hallway.
Twenty minutes later, the story had been related to the police, and the family was left alone to absorb it. Sloan paced behind the sofa while the Calhoun women huddled together.
"We had that - that thief to dinner. " Coco glared into her brandy. "I baked a chocolate souffle. And all the time he was plotting to steal from us. "
"The police will shoot him," Alex piped up. "Bang! Between the eyes. "
"I think we've had enough excitement for one night. " Suzanna kissed the top of his head. Less sure of himself than he wanted to be, Alex slipped a hand into hers and held tight.
"He got most of the papers. " With a sigh, Amanda reached for the pile she'd tossed onto the coffee table. "I hope Fred took a good chunk out of him. "
"Good boy, Fred. " Lilah cuddled the dog in her lap. "I don't think they'll do Livingston - or whoever he is - any good. He's not meant to find the emeralds. We are. "
"He won't get the chance," Sloan said grimly. "Not with the security system I'm putting in. " He shot a look at Amanda, daring her to argue, but she was staring at one of the papers.
"It's a letter," she murmured. "A letter from Bianca to Christian. " "Oh, my dear. " Coco leaned forward. "What does it say?" Amanda read,
"My love,
I'm writing this as the rain continues to fall and keeps me from you. I wonder what you are doing, if you paint today in the gloomy light and think of me. When I'm alone like this in my tower, separated from the reality of my duties, I let the memories sweep over me. Of the first time I saw you, standing on the cliffs. Of the last time I touched you. I'm praying for the sun, Christian, so that we can make more memories. I cannot tell you how you have changed me, how much more my eyes see, now that they see with my heart. I can't imagine how empty my life would have been without this time we had together. I know now that love is very rare, very precious. It is something to be cherished and held on to tightly while too often it is smothered, or brushed carelessly away. Remember, even when our time together ends, I will hold your love. It will live in my heart long after that heart stops beating. Bianca. "
Coco let out a long, dreamy sigh. "Oh, how much they must have loved each other. "
"Yucky," Alex said sleepily, and rested his head on his mother's breast.
Amanda smoothed the letter out, hating the fact that it had become crumpled. "I guess she never got the chance to send it to him. All these years it's been mixed up with receipts and account sheets. " "And tonight we found it, not Livingston," Lilah reminded her. "Luck," Amanda murmured.
"Fate," her sister insisted.
When the phone rang, Amanda was the first up to answer. "It's the police," she said, then settled back to listen. "I see. Yes, thank you for letting us know. " She hung up, blowing out a disgusted
breath. "Looks like he got away. He didn't go back to the BayWatch for any of his things, or he slipped in and took what he wanted and left the rest. "
"Do they think he'll come back?" Alarmed, Coco patted her chest.
"No, but they're going to keep an eye on the house until they're sure he's left the island. "
"I imagine he's halfway to New York by now. " Suzanna shifted the drowsy children on her lap. "And if he comes back, we'll be ready for him. "
"More than ready," Amanda agreed. "They have an APB out, but. . . I guess that's all that can be done for tonight. "
"No. " Sloan crossed the room to her. "There's a little more that has to be done. " He nodded to the rest of the room as he pulled her toward the doorway. "You'll excuse us. "
"They might, but I don't," Amanda told him. "Let go of my arm. "
"Okay. " He did, then nipping her by the waist, hauled her over his shoulder. "It's always the hard way with you. "
"I will not be slung around like a sack of potatoes. " As he climbed the stairs, she wriggled, trying for one clear shot with her foot.
"We left some loose ends before you stormed off to go tangle with an armed robber. Now we're damn well going to tie them up. You like straight talk, Cal-houn, and you're about to get some. "
"You don't know what I like. " She slammed a fist into his back. "You don't know anything. "
"Then it's time I found out. " He kicked open the door of her room, stalked over and dumped her onto the bed. When she scrambled up, fists raised, he shoved her down again. "You sit where I put you. So help me, we're going to have this out once and for all. "
Amanda stunned them both by covering her face with her hands and bursting into tears. She couldn't stop them. Everything that had happened in the past few hours reared up to set off an emotional jag that knocked her flat. On an oath, Sloan stepped toward her, then away, then dragged a helpless hand through his hair. "Don't do that, Mandy. "
She only shook her head and continued to sob.
"Come on now, please. " His voice gentled as he crouched in front of her. "I didn't mean to make you cry. " Lost, he stroked her hair, patted her shoulder. "I'm sorry, honey. I know you've been through hell tonight. I should have waited to start on this. '' Cursing himself, he rubbed her arm. "Look, you can hit me if it'd make you feel better. "
She sniffled, drew in a hitching breath, then clipped him hard enough to send him sprawling. Through a veil of tears, she studied him as he dabbed at his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I forgot how literal minded you were. " He sat where he was as they watched each other. "You finished crying?"
"I think so. " Sniffling again, she dug into her pocket for a tissue. "Your lip's bleeding. "
"Yeah. " He started to reach for the tissue, but she was wiping her face with it. Laughing, he sat back again. "God Almighty, you're a piece of work. "
"I'm glad you think this whole thing is a big joke. Men breaking into the house, waving guns around. You're lucky I didn't find you facedown in the road with a hole in your head. "
He saw the tears welling again and took her hands. "Is that what this is about?" He pressed a kiss to her freshly bandaged palms. "You're upset because I went after him?"
"I told you not to. "
"Hey. " His gaze fixed on hers, he raised a hand to cup her chin. "Do you think I could stand around after he'd taken a potshot at you? The only thing I regret is that I didn't catch up with him, so I could rearrange that pretty face of his. "
"That's just stupid machismo," she said, but turned her cheek into his hand.
"That's the second time tonight you've called me stupid. I'd like to get back to the first time. "
Instantly she pulled back and pokered up. "I don't want to talk about it. "
"Too bad. That little chase was quite a diversion, but it's done now. We're not. How come you jumped all over me when I mentioned marriage?"
"Mentioned it? You ordered it. " "I just said that - "
"You just assumed," she interrupted, then pushed by him to stand up. "Just because I love you, just because I've made love with you, doesn't give you any right to take me for granted. I told you before that I make my own plans. "
"I've had it with your plans, Calhoun. " He took her arm to hold her still. "I've got plans, too, and needs. It so happens they all include you. I love you, damn it. " He emphasized the point with a quick, frustrated shake. "You're the only woman I've ever needed, really needed. The only woman I've ever wanted to spend my life with, have children with, make a home with. God knows why when you're as ornery as a mule with two heads, but that's the way it is. "
"Then why didn't you just ask?" Baffled, he shook his head. "Ask what?"
She made a strangled sound and began to pace again. "It's not like I'm asking for Byron or Shelley. I don't expect you to get down on your knees with a hand over your heart. Maybe a little violin music wouldn't have hurt," she muttered. "Or some candlelight. "
"Violin music?"
"Forget it. " She stopped, hands on her hips, to face him down. "Do you think just because I'm sensible and organized that I don't need any trappings, any romance? You come here, change my entire life, make me love you so much I can't see straight, then you don't even have the good sense to do it right. "
"Hold on. " He held up a hand before she could stride by him again. "Are you saying you're mad because I didn't ask you fancy enough?"
The sound came again, louder this time. Her face was flushed with temper, her eyes glowing with it. "You didn't ask at all, but why should you? You already know the answer. "
Trying to figure women, he thought while he rubbed his hands over his face, was like. . . trying to figure women. "You wait here," he told her, and strode out.
"Typical," Amanda called after him, then plopped down onto the bed. She was still stewing, her chin on her hand, when he came back in. "Now what?" she demanded.
"Just shut up a minute. " He set the tape recorder he'd borrowed on her dresser, then pulled out a pack of matches. Systematically he began to light candles, moving from one part of the room to another while she scowled at him. When he was satisfied, he turned off the lights.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting things ready so I can ask you to marry me without having you throw something at me again. "
Chin up, she jumped out of bed. "Now you're making fun of me. "
"No, I'm not. Damn it, woman, are you going to argue with me all night or let me try to do this right?"
There was enough exasperation in his voice to make her stop and consider him. He didn't look terribly comfortable, she noted. And because he didn't, she wanted to smile. He was doing it for her, she realized. Because he loved her.
"I guess I'll let you try. What's that?" he asked, gesturing to the tape recorder.
"It's Lilah's. " He punched the Play button. The soft, weeping sound of violins flowed into the room. Now she did smile, though her heart was beginning to thud.
"It's lovely. "
"So are you, I should have made a point of telling you that more often. " Stepping toward her, he held out a hand.
"Now's a good time to start. " She placed her hand in his.
"I love you, Amanda. " Very gently, he touched his lips to hers. "I love everything about you. The woman who makes lists and lines up her shoes in the closet. The woman who goes swimming in freezing water, just so she can be alone for a while. I love the incredibly sexy woman I found in bed, and the tough one, who knows her own mind. It's all the things you are I don't want to live without. "
"I love you, too. " She lifted a hand to his face. "I meant it when I said you'd changed my life. Tonight, when I read Bianca's letter, I understood how she felt. I'll never feel about anyone the way I feel about you. I'll never want to. "
Smiling, he caught her wrist, turning it so that he could brush a kiss over her hand. "Then you're going to marry me?"
She laughed as she
threw her arms around him. "I thought you'd never ask. "