Melissa McClone – A Mistletoe Proposal: Marry Me under the Mistletoe / A Little Bit of Holiday Magic / Christmas Magic in Heatherdale (страница 19)
“I take it you’re not friends.”
“Anything but.” His hands went to his hips in a totally masculine gesture. “We joined the department at the same time eight years ago and worked at the same station for three years. He always saw everything as a competition. After his divorce, he got worse. When I was promoted to captain of my own ladder truck and transferred to the station I’m in now, it was a great relief.
“A year later I learned he’d made captain at our original station. On the rare occasion when we were fighting the same fire, he was openly hostile to me when the other guys couldn’t hear him. Arney confided that Chase was jealous of me because not only had I been promoted earlier than him, but I’d made captain of the ladder truck in the downtown station.”
“Why would he care?”
“Because our station fights the most dangerous fires. It’s a matter of pride with him.”
With those words it felt as if a bomb had exploded inside her. Rick had just given her more reason to walk away from him as soon as Sharon got back.
“That had to have been a wound to his colossal ego,” she murmured.
“You could say that. He was the only firefighter I knew who didn’t come to my wife’s funeral. As Benton said, he was conspicuous by his absence.”
In a fraternity like theirs, Andrea realized any absence would be noticed. “Then I don’t understand why he came to the hospital with the other guys to see you.”
“I’ve been asking myself the same thing, but I think I know now.” His hands gripped the back of one of the chairs. “How long was he there at the shop?”
“I don’t know. I left first.”
“Let’s call your mother and find out. Ask if he ever went into the back area. Put it on speakerphone.”
Rick had a definite reason for asking that question. Andrea was positive it had nothing to do with her. She reached into her purse for the phone and made the call. When her mom answered, she asked about the firefighter who’d been in the store earlier. Andrea explained this call was at Rick’s request.
“Well, he wandered around the shop for about five minutes looking at all the merchandise while I waited on some other customers. He eventually picked out a smoker and paid for it. Then he thanked me and left.”
“Rick wants to know if he went in the back.”
“No.”
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll explain later.”
She clicked off and looked up at Rick, who’d started pacing. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” His grim expression made her nervous. “Obviously something is very wrong.”
He came to a standstill. “Didn’t Hayward tell you he wasn’t there to buy anything?”
“Yes.”
“But in the end, he bought something from your mother.” Lines marred his handsome features. “I don’t want him harassing you again.”
“After what I told him, I’m sure he won’t.”
Rick averted his eyes. “Excuse me for a minute while I make a phone call. Don’t move.” He gave her a long, hungry kiss that left her thoroughly shaken and trembling before he let her go and walked out of the kitchen.
While she sat there dazed, Tessa came running into the kitchen from the door leading into the garage. She was carrying a packet and Sharon was right behind her. “Hi, Andrea!”
What a change in her! Andrea thought. “Hi yourself!”
“Where’s Daddy?”
“He’s on the phone in the other room.”
“Is he still in bed?”
“No.”
“That’s good. I want him to get well really fast.”
“So do I. How was class today?”
“Rodney Carr threw up by the teacher’s desk. He ate corn dogs for lunch. Everybody ran out in the hall.”
“Oh, dear.”
“His mom had to come and get him. Mrs. Riley said the flu is going around. If we start to feel sick to our stomachs, she doesn’t want us to come to class.”
Amazed at all the information pouring out of her, Andrea tried to stifle her laughter. Wait till she told Rick. “Did you like the corn dogs?”
“No. They’re yucky.”
“Then I bet you’re hungry,” Mrs. Milne interjected.
“Yes. What are we going to have for dinner?”
“I thought I’d make tacos.”
“Um. Daddy and I love those. He’s always hungry and eats anything.”
That child had worked her way into Andrea’s heart. “Well, that’s lucky. Somewhere I read that a firefighter consumes a lot of calories when he’s on duty.” She was still trying to stifle her laughter.
Sharon rolled her eyes. “That makes it easy for me. My husband was a picky eater.”
“So’s my father,” Andrea admitted.
“Tessa? Go find your daddy and wash your hands while I fix you some apple dippers.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
A few seconds later she could hear voices in the hallway. When Rick’s deep, male belly laugh resounded in the air she knew Tessa had told him about what had happened at school. After his dark mood, the happy sound was a revelation.
RICK WALKED TESSA back to the kitchen and beckoned to Andrea from the doorway. “Sharon? Benton just arrived. The three of us will be in the den until dinner.”
She nodded. “Tessa’s going to help me grate the cheese.”
“Hurry, Daddy.”
“We won’t be long,” he promised.
When they reached the hallway, Rick pressed a swift kiss to Andrea’s unsuspecting lips. “I’m in agony waiting to be alone with you, but Benton wants to talk to you first.”
She blinked. “Why?”
“I’d rather he told you. While you were driving over here, I phoned him and told him about Chase. He said he’d be right over.”
When they walked into the den, Benton greeted Andrea and told her to sit down. Rick sat in the chair next to her. “I’m glad you came so quickly. As Rick has indicated to you before today, someone has deliberately been setting fires in the downtown area. We suspect Chase Hayward is responsible.”
A gasp escaped her throat. Her anxious eyes searched Rick’s. “You think our shop is next?”
“Since he saw you in my hospital room and found out it’s your shop, I’m positive.”
Benton nodded. “I’ve been on the phone with your mother. At this point she’s very concerned, especially for you.”
“That shop has been in the family for years. I had no idea you’d been talking to her.”
Benton cocked his head. “It pleased Hayward to find out Rick had been injured in the fire. That’s why he came to the E.R. He needed to inspect the damage. That’s what arsonists do. But he failed to snuff him out, so he’s unlikely to quit.”
Andrea lost color. “That’s so sick.”
“You’re right. When he set the art-gallery fire, he would have cased the outside of the buildings, front and back, on the street. This afternoon he cased the downstairs of your shop. By now he’s done his research and has probably found out that you live upstairs. He’s probably come by Rick’s house and seen your car in the driveway.”
Rick felt her shudder, even though they weren’t touching.
“Since he visited your shop this afternoon, we’re fairly certain he would enjoy it if you got hurt—or worse—in the fire he plans to set. It would be his ultimate revenge against Rick.”
Her head jerked in Rick’s direction. “That’s horrifying. How have you stood working around someone that mental?”