Cara Summers – Otherwise Engaged (страница 7)

“Perhaps he’s being even more specific than that,” Nick said. “Maybe he’s going to get in touch with you tomorrow—which is really today since you got the message yesterday.”

Laying a hand on his arm, she said, “You really are good.”

It wasn’t until she touched him that he realized how close they were. Their bodies were nearly brushing. They would if he stepped away from the railing. Then all he would have to do was put his arms around her, and he would know exactly how her body fit against his. He’d been curious about that ever since she’d walked into his office. But the curiosity was changing to something more urgent.

If he took her into his arms, he could kiss her, too. Her lips were parted, moist, waiting. A stolen kiss in Central Park—what could be the harm in that? Still, he didn’t move. Oh, he could tell himself that the flush he saw in her cheeks, the excitement in her eyes was for another man, but that wasn’t what was stopping him. It was something within him that made him hesitate.

Caution. The word wasn’t foreign to him, but caution certainly wasn’t something he prided himself on. In fact, he’d never known himself to exercise it unless the stakes were very high. A bit shaken at the realization, Nick glanced down to where her hand still rested on his arm. When he met her eyes, he managed a smile. “I think you’re violating the personal space rule.”

Tyler snatched her hand away as if it had been burned. “I—I apologize.”

“No problem. I enjoyed it. And this way I figure I’ve got one personal space violation coming.”

Tyler opened her mouth to reply, when suddenly a ball grazed her shoulder, then bounced away. “Who—?”

The clapping and barking noises had her whirling around. She’d forgotten all about the seal. He didn’t have his ball anymore.

“He wants to play a little catch,” Nick said as he moved down the path to retrieve the ball. Tyler drew in a deep breath and decided that she was grateful for the interruption. Because she wasn’t sure what she would have replied to Nick’s comment.

It wasn’t often that someone left her nonplussed, but Nick Romano had a real knack for doing it. For a moment there, she could have sworn that he was going to kiss her. But he hadn’t. And she certainly hadn’t wanted him to, because it would have been a mistake. It was relief she was feeling. Tyler frowned. Why did she even feel the need to tell herself that? She watched him pick up the ball, then turn back to her. He was the most…

Once more she found herself searching for a word to describe Nick Romano. If she could just pigeonhole him, she could handle him. The clapping and barking behind her made her turn around again. The seal had climbed onto a rock that was catching a steady spray from the fountain. He barked twice, then clapped his fins together.

“He wants his ball back,” Nick said, handing it to her.

Taking careful aim, Tyler tossed it in a high arc, then laughed delightedly when the seal waddled back a little, bounced it off its nose once, then twice before he had it balanced. It was her turn to clap. “Clever,” she said.

“Very. He’s got the best spot in the park right under that cool spray. I’m tempted to join him.”

Something in his tone made her glance quickly up at him. “You’re joking.”

Nick shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. If I did, would you join me?”

She glanced quickly around. “No. I can’t. You can’t, either. You could get arrested.”

“Probably. But I have a few friends on the force. Haven’t you ever done something on impulse, just for the fun of it, consequences be damned?”

“No. Well, almost. Once.”

Nick smiled. “What?”

“It was…nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Shortly before I graduated from school in Switzerland, I was in Rome with two of my friends. Our parents weren’t going to make it to the graduation ceremony and so we were having our own celebration. They wanted to go wading in the Trevi Fountain. So did I, but I didn’t. I knew if I got caught…”

“Your grandmother would lecture you?”

“I wasn’t so much worried about the lecture. I just didn’t want to disappoint her.”

“You should have gone wading in that fountain,” Nick said. “If you want to make up for it, I’ll give you a boost over this guardrail.”

Smiling, Tyler shook her head. “It turned out for the best. When my two friends were arrested, I was able to follow them down to the station and pay the fine to get them out.”

Nick studied her for a moment. “Always responsible. That’s got to be a drag.”

“No. Not—”

The ringing of the cell phone cut her off.

“I’d better answer it,” she said. “It could be Richard.”

Nick handed her the phone, then watched as the tension came back to her shoulders.

“Yes?” Glancing at Nick, she shook her head. “Yes, Howard, Richard is with me, and no, I can’t put him on the phone…because…because he’s busy right now.” Two men on in-line skates roared by. “He’s in-line skating, and I can’t possibly run fast enough to catch him.” Stepping away from the guardrail, she began to pace. “We’re in Central Park. Today?” She stopped short and spun to face Nick. “The board of trustees want to meet later this afternoon? What on earth for?”

Moving forward, Nick covered the phone with his hand. “What’s up?”

“He wants me to fly back to Boston so the board of trustees can meet.”

“Tell him you can’t get away. You have an in-line skating lesson scheduled.”

Tyler’s eyes widened. “He’ll never buy that.”

“Then make up a lie he will believe,” Nick said.

Taking a deep breath, Tyler spoke into the phone. “Howard, I can’t make a meeting today. I ran into Hamilton Bradshaw. He was at the Plaza for lunch, and I promised Richard and I would meet him for a drink later.” The minute the lie was out, she saw a smile of approval on Nick’s face. “Yes, I think they’ll understand. And no, I can’t promise that Richard will get back to you later. The whole idea of playing hooky is that you don’t have to get back to people.”

Closing the phone, she handed it back to Nick.

“Who’s Howard?”

“He’s my mother’s latest husband, number four, the only one my grandmother felt was capable of handling a job at Sheridan Trust. He’s been in my camp since she died.”

“But you don’t trust him enough to let him know the truth about Richard.”

She shook her head. “It’s best if I don’t trust anyone with that until we know what the truth is. But I won’t be able to put him off much longer.”

“Maybe you won’t have to. C’mon, let’s walk.” As he led the way down the path, he said, “This probation thing has you tied up in knots, doesn’t it.”

“I can handle it.”

“But you can’t even go in-line skating.”

His tone had her smiling. “I don’t know how. Besides, don’t you think that’s the least of my problems?”

“Maybe. But it’s still a shame. They’ve really got you dancing to their tune. This bridegroom of yours—I’ll bet your grandmother handpicked him.” As soon as he spoke, he saw her stiffen.

“I think she would have liked him.”

Nick glanced at her in surprise. “She never met him? How long have you known him?”

“Four months this week.”

“And you met when he answered your ad in the Personals.”

“No. I never did go out with any of the men who answered the ad. Richard and I met through an Internet dating service.”

Nick stared at her. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“It was a perfectly legitimate—”

“Do you have any idea how many psychos there are out there using computers?” he asked. “What ever possessed you to be so stupid?”

Her chin shot up as she glared at him. “Stupid? Maybe if you listened instead of jumping to conclusions, Sherlock. I didn’t say I met him in a chat room. I went through a very legitimate on-line dating service. Personal Connections. They responded to the ad I placed in Attitudes. Once I read their brochure and investigated what they could offer, I decided to use them, instead.”

“Are they connected to the magazine?”

“No. But they respond to personal ads in a lot of magazines and newspapers as part of their marketing campaign. I had the security people at Sheridan Trust check it out, and I had them check Richard out, too.”

“And you can bet he did the same to you. Is that when he told you that his favorite movie was Gone with the Wind? After he found out you were Tyler Sheridan?”

“No!” She moved closer until they were standing toe to toe. “He had no way of knowing who I was. Personal Connections guarantees complete anonymity. It was Richard who insisted on giving me his full name the first time I e-mailed him. He also insisted that I have him checked out. And he never asked who I was.”

Rolling his eyes, Nick said, “How long do you think your anonymity lasted? Once I had an e-mail from you, I could trace you in a few hours at the most.”

“He couldn’t have traced me that way. Personal Connections relayed all my e-mails for me. He could only have traced them back to the dating service. And I’m not stupid!” She poked him in the chest. “Take it back or I’ll—”