Jacques nodded, then glanced at Jasper. “I’ll finish things up out here. You go inside and get yourself cleaned up, Miss Shae.”
I started to argue, to tell him that I’d stay until everyone had left, but Jasper took my arm.
“You have school on Monday,” he said quietly. “Let me take a look at you.”
I let him lead me into the house, reminding myself that I’d need to clean wherever I’d walked. As if the memory of seeing blood before reminded me of injuries, my feet began to hurt again.
We stopped halfway into the kitchen and Jasper let go of my arm. I looked up at him as he brushed some hair back from my face, careful not to touch my skin.
“Are you okay to get cleaned up before I take a look at you?” His tone was completely professional, his expression guarded.
I nodded. “Probably better that way.” I managed a smile. “Besides, you’d never be able to see anything under all this.”
I headed for the downstairs bathroom, not wanting to track more than I had to. The water stung my back, telling me that I had gotten a bit scorched. It didn’t feel any worse than the sunburn I’d had, so I wasn’t concerned. I saw blood from my feet and could feel the splinters in the soles. Worse was the coughing. I forced myself to breathe the steam in deep so I could get rid of the shit clogging my lungs. The steam couldn’t get rid of the smell of smoke, however, and by the time I walked back downstairs, I was clean but still couldn’t smell anything else.
That, I supposed, was why I didn’t notice the smell of cleaning products and didn’t realize that my footprints had been cleaned away until I came into the kitchen and saw Jasper emptying out a bucket of sudsy, dirty water.
“You didn’t need to do that.”
“I didn’t have anything else to do while I was waiting,” he said as he set the bucket on the ground. “Have a seat.” He gestured towards the kitchen table.
I winced as I walked, breathing a sigh of relief when I sank down into the chair. I’d put on a loose shirt and shorts, feeling a lot like I had the last time Jasper had fixed me up. The skin on my back, shoulders and the backs of my legs was sensitive to the touch.
“Let me take a look at your feet first,” he said as he knelt in front of me. He lifted one onto his lap and began to examine it.
I watched him with curiosity. I’d never seen Jasper at work and the last time he’d helped me out, I hadn’t exactly been very coherent. Now, however, I could watch him as he ran his fingers along the underside of my foot, his head bent close. When he hit a tender spot, I sucked in a breath and he paused.
“Why didn’t you put on shoes?” he asked as he reached into a bag I hadn’t seen him carry in. After a moment, he pulled out a pair of tweezers.
“I’d just woken up,” I said. “I heard someone yell fire and I ran outside. I didn’t really think.”
“You seem to do that a lot for someone so smart.”
I heard a hint of a smile in the words. A smile, and a bit of something I ended up recognizing as annoyance. He was annoyed at me and that almost made me laugh. Allen would’ve sounded much the same way, so I answered Jasper how I would’ve answered Allen.
“So I should’ve just let it burn? Let the others deal with things while I went hunting for stylish shoes?” I made sure he could hear the teasing in my voice.
Jasper pulled out a long splinter and set it on a paper towel next to him. He didn’t speak as he finished searching my right foot. He cleaned it with an antiseptic that stung, but wasn’t actually painful. He wrapped it in a clean bandage and then switched to the other foot.
“You should take better care of yourself, Shae.”
It took me a moment to realize he was actually answering my rhetorical questions. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was supposed to do with that statement, so I said nothing, just continued to watch as Jasper finished caring for my other foot. He took my hands next, turning them over in his. When he was apparently satisfied that I only had a couple minor blisters, he stood.
“I told you I wasn’t hurt.” I watched, puzzled, as he walked around me.
His fingers brushed my back as he moved my wet hair out of the way. “Your skin’s red, but it doesn’t look blistered.” I felt his hand on my hair. “Looks like some of your hair got singed.”
I turned to look at him and he took a step back. “What?”
“Nothing bad,” he quickly clarified. “I just noticed when I was looking at your back.”
I glared at him, but there was no malice behind it. “I guess ’I’ll need to set up an appointment with a stylist.”
“Not today,” he said firmly. “You need to take it easy.”
I didn’t want to argue. Despite the fact that I’d just woken up, I was tired. But there was something besides exhaustion creeping in.
“What did you tell your dad?” I asked suddenly.
“I told him I had a friend to take care of,” Jasper said. He tilted his head, his eyes searching my face for a moment. “Do you need me to stay a bit longer?”
I pressed my lips together and nodded. I hadn’t wanted to ask, not after the kiss. But I didn’t want to be in the house alone, especially since I believed Jacques. Someone had tried to burn my vineyard. My home. And I didn’t know if they’d only wanted to scare me or if they wanted to hurt me.
“Shae.” Jasper came around my side and put his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll stay as long as you need me. Whatever you need me for.” His fingers tightened for a moment. “Allen was my best friend and he loved you more than anything. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You need me, and I’m here.”
Chapter 20
For the second morning in a row, I was woken from a fairly restful sleep in a not so restful way. At least, this time, it was my phone going off rather than someone shouting that the place was on fire. I blinked at the screen twice and then answered the call from my brother.
“Mitchell?”
“Answer your door.”
“Coming.” I didn’t realize how strange his voice sounded until I was partway down the stairs. I rubbed my hand across my face and looked at the clock when I reached the foot of the stairs.
Six o’clock. It was six o’clock in the morning. Why the hell was my brother calling me this early on a Sunday morning, telling me to answer my door?
As soon as I did as he asked, I had a moment to see him standing there and then he was grabbing my arm and yanking me out onto the steps. I pulled my arm away and gave Mitchell’s chest a shove. He took a step back. He was bigger than me, but I wasn’t happy with him at the moment. I was stronger than I looked.
“What the hell?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously, Shae? You want to tell me what the fuck’s going on?”
Shit. I’d completely forgotten to call him yesterday and tell him about the fire. Now I felt bad about pushing him.
“There was a fire,” I began. I ran through the story quickly, feeling my sore feet beginning to throb as I stood there on the stone steps. I ended it by telling him we had security watching the place until the police figured out what had happened.
“Yeah, I talked to one of them at the end of the driveway,” Mitchell said. “Had to show him my driver’s license and he still followed me up here. Stayed until you opened the door.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” I apologized.
“You called him though.”
I frowned. What? And then I saw where he was pointing. Jasper’s car sat where he’d moved it after all of the police and everyone else had left yesterday. Apparently, that had been why Mitchell hadn’t just knocked on the door.
“There were only two paramedics available and he was the first doctor I thought of.” I rubbed my arms. It would be warmer later today, but it was still the middle of September and this early, the morning had a chill to it.
“The first doctor you thought of, or the first doctor you’re sleeping with?”
If I’d been anyone other than his sister, his word choic
e certainly would’ve been a lot cruder. I didn’t particularly care how he phrased it though. The accusation was the same.
“Excuse me?” I stared at him.
He stabbed an accusing finger at the car. “He’s been here all night. I asked the security guy.”
I was really getting tired of people acting like my romantic life was open for criticism.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” I said. “Jasper stayed because I didn’t feel safe being in the house by myself.”
“You could’ve called me.” Mitchell’s voice was getting louder and I was starting to wonder if the security guys Jacques hired would get to hear my brother acting like an ass.
I ran my hand through my hair. “Mitchell, I’m tired, my entire body is sore. I have to grade papers before tomorrow and hope that my feet will be feeling better enough that I won’t have to spend most of the day on painkillers.”
He shook his head. “You aren’t even bothering to deny that you’re having sex with your dead husband’s best friend.”
I almost slapped him. “I told you why he was here.”
Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Come on, Shae. You’re honestly telling me that when I called, you didn’t have to sneak out of bed so you didn’t wake Jasper?”
“How can you say that to me?”
“You have a hickey on your neck, Shae.”
Of all the things he could’ve said, that wasn’t even on the list of possibilities. I had absolutely nothing to say. It was completely ludicrous.
“A hickey and you’re ‘sore.’ Come on. I’m not an idiot.”
“Well, you’re doing a good impression of one.”
Jasper’s mild voice came from behind me.
I turned to see him standing in the open doorway. He’d had his gym bag in the car when he’d come over yesterday, so he was still wearing the shorts and t-shirt he’d changed into then. His hair was a mess, but there wasn’t a trace of sleep on his face.
“You come over here, take advantage of my sister and think you can talk to me like that?” Mitchell took a step forward.
“No one took advantage of anyone,” I snapped. My cheeks flushed as I realized that statement could be taken more than one way. “I mean...”
“I’m not having sex with your sister,” Jasper cut in. “I took care of her yesterday. Medically. She was helping fight the fire before the fire department got here. That’s why she’s sore.” His words were clipped, almost angry. “The mark on her neck isn’t a hickey. It’s a scrape. She has them on her hands and arms too.”
“Shae.” Mitchell turned towards me, a familiar petulant expression on his face. I loved my brother, but he could be a real dick when he wanted to be, and he’d never been one to apologize. “I’m just trying to look out for you.”
I sighed. “You want to know why I don’t call you for things? This is why. I’m not a kid, Mitchell.”
“You’re my little sister,” he argued, shooting a glare over my shoulder where I assumed Jasper still stood. “I’m just looking out for you.”
“Go home.” I ran my fingers through my hair, grimacing as I hit a snarl. “If I need you, I’ll call.”
I didn’t wait for him to respond, but instead turned and walked back into the house. Jasper stepped aside to let me pass and then shut the door behind me.
“I should go,” he said. “Before anyone else gets the wrong idea.”
I stopped and turned to look at him. “My brother’s an overprotective idiot. He once threatened to beat up my best friend because he caught us hugging. It wasn’t until I told him my friend had just broken up with his boyfriend that Mitchell calmed down. Even then, he asked around to make sure Greg was actually gay.”
“I’m not gay,” Jasper said wryly. “So I doubt that’ll work.”
I laughed. “He’s going to think what he wants to think.”
Jasper’s expression grew serious. “I’m more worried about what other people are going to say. Jacques and your employees. I don’t want anyone talking about you like that.”
I thought about telling him that it didn’t matter to me what people thought because I knew he and I weren’t doing anything. I thought about telling him that if people couldn’t understand friendship, that was their own problem. But I didn’t say any of that.
“I’m in the mood for pancakes this morning. What about you?”
I was halfway into the kitchen when I heard his footsteps behind me and felt some of the tension leave my shoulders. We’d worked past our little weird moment and I didn’t want my brother’s idiocy to make things awkward. I liked Gina well enough and I did love Mitchell, idiocy notwithstanding, but Jasper was the friend I needed right now. He expressed concern without making me feel like I was so fragile I would break.
As I began to get out the makings for pancakes, Jasper went to the cabinets for dishes. We worked in silence, him being familiar enough with the kitchen to not need to ask any questions. Once the food was ready, we sat down, far enough apart that we weren’t touching, but close enough that talking wasn’t strained. Not that we talked much at first. I waited until we were both almost done to bring up a subject I needed to talk about with someone, but that had nothing to do with my brother or his accusations.
“My lawyer wants me to make a decision about the insurance money.”
Jasper looked at me but didn’t say anything. He was listening, and that’s what I needed at the moment.
I continued, “I didn’t know about it and I don’t need it, so I don’t feel right about taking it. Plus, if I do keep it, the Lockwoods will find out about it and use it against me.” I stabbed my last bite of pancake, but didn’t eat it. “And now I have to deal with the insurance company about the fire.”
“How bad was the damage?” he asked.
We hadn’t talked about it yesterday. In fact, we hadn’t talked much at all. We’d mostly just sat and stared at the television while I’d dozed on and off.
“Not too bad,” I said. “Jacques is going to get me a full report tomorrow, but from what I saw, it was just the one row and it only made it about a third of the way down. A couple other rows had some minor scorching, I think.” I set down my fork. “The fire hoses probably did as much damage on the surrounding vines.”
“The insurance will cover what was lost, right?”
“It should,” I said. “But it depends on what the investigation ends up deciding happened. An accident, they’ll cover, and they’ll cover arson. Unless they think I did it or hired someone to do it.”
“That’s stupid.” He stood and carried our plates to the dishwasher. “Why would you do that?”
“That’s what I said.” I leaned back in my chair. “But if it gets out that I had a big insurance policy on Allen, they’ll think I’m just trying to get more money. I don’t think anyone but Mr. Henley and you believe I didn’t know about the extra life insurance.”
“Donate it,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“The life insurance money. If you donate it, no one can accuse you of wanting it for yourself, plus it’s doing some good rather than just sitting there.” He sat back down. “Find a cause that both you and Allen supported and give them the money.”
“Henley said there were provisions in Allen’s will for a few charities,” I said. “But they were ones he’d been involved with through his family.”
“Then look for something small,” Jasper said. “There are a lot of different charities and non-profits that could use a boost. Trust me, there’s never enough to go around. I’ve been trying to get funding for my clinic for years.” His eyes widened slightly. “Oh, I wasn’t trying to make it...I mean, I didn’t...”
“It’s okay,” I said with a laugh. “I get it.”
He seemed relieved that I didn’t think he was trying to get me to give him the money. What he didn’t know, however, was that Allen had left him a million dollars for his clinic. It was thanks to the Lockwoods that Jasper hadn’t seen a dime of it, and I
still didn’t want to tell him just to get his hopes up.
Unless...
“Donating it might be the best option,” I agreed. I didn’t add that I was considering donating it to him for his clinic. “I’ll need to talk to my lawyer, see what the legal ramifications are.”
Specifically, I wanted to know if donating the money to Jasper for his clinic would cause any issues with him getting the money Allen had left him once all of the shit with the Lockwoods was done. Could he get both or would my donation take the place of Allen’s?
With so many questions, I didn’t want to get Jasper’s hopes up. I’d keep things to myself for now. Once I got answers, I’d decide where I would go from there. I hoped it would work out because I thought Allen would be happy that, if I didn’t need the money, it would go to his friend. I liked the thought of something good coming out of Allen’s death and helping people get the medical care they needed from a doctor like Jasper would definitely be something good.
Chapter 21
I was distracted all day Wednesday, so much so that I accidentally spilled some glitter we were using for a project and got it all over the black skirt I’d worn to work. I’d barely managed to keep myself from swearing. Bad enough that it would take forever to get all of the glitter off of my clothes, but worse was that I had a meeting right after school with Henley and the Lockwoods. After I was done with that, I was supposed to stop by the police station to answer a couple more questions about the arson.
It was going to be an absolutely awful and drawn-out day. I had a feeling both the cops and the Lockwoods had chosen it for the middle of the week because they knew I’d be tired going in and knowing that I still had two more days left in my week would make it even worse.
I’d tried to get all of the glitter off of my clothes, but one look at the Lockwoods told me that I’d missed some. Henley at least had the decency to ignore it.
“Mrs. Lockwood, please sit.” He pulled out the chair next to him and ignored the glare from May Lockwood that said she didn’t appreciate his addressing me with that title.
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