His Touch

Back at square one.

He had told Thurmon this was crazy, that he wasn’t the right man for the job. Since he’d met the woman, he knew that for a fact. Thank God her clear dislike of him had gotten him off the hook.

She wasn’t about to hire him.

Even so, he thought as he sat in his car in his friends’ driveway, he wasn’t looking forward to conveying the news to them. If he weren’t careful, the whole episode could turn around and bite him on the ass. The monkey had to rest on Jessica’s back. But whether she would assume that responsibility remained to be seen.

That was her problem, not his.

He might as well get out and get his chore over with. Yet he didn’t budge. Instead he took his cell phone out of his pocket with every intention of calling his son. Then it dawned on him that Elliot was probably still in school. Or was school out? Hell, he didn’t even know what his kid was up to. All the more reason why he needed to hang around, he reminded himself, bitterness swelling inside.

But working for that uptight broad was not the answer.

She might be a looker as well as a mover and a shaker, with that lovely face, short tousled hair that moved when she did, and those long, shapely legs, and thin, well-curved body. Too much for him to handle. He would be the first to admit that, and he didn’t feel the least bit shamed by it.

A cold fish under a warm designer outfit.

That had been his initial reaction and that hadn’t changed. Hell to work for, too, he would bet. Spoiled, used to having her own way. Nah, he didn’t need that extra headache. Thurmon would just have to find someone in his firm who would suit her needs. He wished them the best of luck.

Come morning, he was hauling ass back to Arkansas. In just the small amount of time he’d been in the city, his stomach had been knotted. He despised crowds and concrete. He’d had enough of both.

Once he was back on his own turf, he would have to start working on another plan for patching things up with his son. Just because this arrangement hadn’t panned out didn’t mean he’d lost his determination. He would merely have to take another tack.

Moments later, Brant was inside the Nash house, sitting at the kitchen table watching Veronica whip up a bowl of chicken salad for sandwiches. A tray of cheese and fruit was already on the table, along with three choices of bread.

“As you guessed, Thurmon had to run to the office and handle a problem,” she said, turning and smiling at him.

“Figures.”

“You of all people should understand that,” she said, adding to her smile.

“It’s been a long time, but yeah, I understand. It goes with the territory.”

“I’m still not used to it, though. I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

“But you’ve hung in.”

She obviously picked up on the bitterness in his tone, because her animated features sobered. “Are you still smarting from Marsha’s betrayal?”

“No. We should never have married to begin with. The part I regret is Elliot.”

“Have you spoken to him yet, let him know you’re in town?”

He heaved a sigh. “I almost called a few minutes ago, but I didn’t know if he was in school or not.”

“I don’t think it’s quite out yet, but close. Anyway, you’ll have plenty of time now that you’re back for a while.” She paused. “Which brings us to the reason you’re sitting here. How did your meeting with Jessica go?”

Brant didn’t flinch, though he picked up on the anxious note in her voice. “It didn’t.”

“What does that mean?” Veronica’s voice rose a level.

“I don’t think your friend was impressed with me.”

“That’s crazy. You’re the best at this kind of thing.”

“You’ll have to take that up with her.”

“Exactly what did she say?”

“That she’d call me. I told her she had twenty-four hours to make up her mind. But I think it’s already made up.”

“Oh dear,” Veronica said, gnawing on her lower lip. “You can’t desert her, Brant. You just can’t.”

“Hey, she’s the one who’s making that call, not me. I asked some questions she didn’t want to answer, and that seemed to be that.”

“She’s a very private person. Her job forces her to be.”

“I can respect that, but at the same time, when your life’s in danger, you have to make adjustments.” He toyed with a fork. “She apparently hasn’t reached that conclusion yet. Until she does…” He let his voice trail off, but Veronica got his drift.

“I’m really worried about her. She’s so damned independent, yet she misses depending on Porter.”

“What happened to him?”

“He died of a heart attack. He was twenty-five years older than she was. I know what you’re thinking, but it worked for them.”

“Whatever.”

Veronica eased down in the chair across from him. “Promise me you won’t give up. Not until I’ve talked to her again, anyway. Thurmon, too.”

Brant blew out his breath. He hated feeling trapped in the middle of a situation he couldn’t control. Granted, he wanted to help his friends, to do right by them. At the same time, he had to look out for his own best interest.

And watching over Jessica Kincaid was not in his best interest. Still, he had given her a deadline, and he intended to honor that. “All I can promise is to wait for her call.”

Veronica toyed with her lip. “She can be really stubborn.”

“If I get the green light, I’ll do my best.”

“Fair enough,” Veronica said, looking slightly relieved. “Maybe she’ll come to her senses.”

He doubted that, but he kept his mouth shut.

Five

“Sure you don’t want me to bunk on the sofa?”

“Thanks again, Tony, but no.” Jessica softened her words with a smile. “You escorted me this evening and made sure I got home. That’s more than enough.”

He made his familiar hand gesture. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. If you need me or the police, don’t hesitate to call. There are a lot of officers who are still backing you.”