It Had to Be You (9 page)

L
uke drove up the narrow road toward his grandma’s house, the rocky landscape made up of skyscraper-tall granite boulders that had been pushed here twenty thousand years ago, during the last Ice Age.

His passenger stared out her window at the rocks, as still and quiet as the surface of the water in the harbor far below.

This was unusual enough, but there was an element to Ali’s silence that worried him. She was giving off a sadness, a sense of loneliness that made him ache for her.

He’d seen her with her family, who maybe rivaled his own family for the crazy quotient. But it was clear that she loved them with everything she had.

He understood that too.

“Thanks,” she finally said softly, “for coming for me.”

She hadn’t called, and that got to him too. She hadn’t wanted to be a burden. She’d asked him if he was worried she’d steal from him. The thought had never crossed his mind. She had the face of an angel, but that wasn’t why he trusted her.

It was her eyes.

Christ, those eyes.

And bastard he might be, he wasn’t usually wrong about people.

“You’ve done a lot for a perfect stranger you found squatting in your house,” Ali murmured. “Or maybe not so perfect when it comes right down to it…”

“Perfect is overrated,” he said. “And you’re welcome, but I didn’t do it just for you.”

She turned to him. “No?”

“No.”

“Then…why?”

There were two spots of color on her cheeks, and he wasn’t sure if it was pride, temper, or intense curiosity. But any of it was hugely preferable to the brief sheen of tears he’d caught before, which had struck terror in his heart in a way that taking down hardened criminals never had. It was now his sole goal to keep her from crying. To that end, he answered her question more lightly than he would have otherwise. “Because the geriatric gang was going to drive me crazy until I did.”

“My seniors?” she asked, shocked. “Why?”

Her
seniors. He paused, really not wanting to go there. He thought about omitting, evading, or even out-and-out lying. He had no problem with any of that when it suited him, but for some reason, he had a problem with it now, with her. So he drew a deep breath and concentrated on the road. “Edward Gregory is my grandfather.”

She stared at him. “Mr. Gregory, the Dial-A-Ride driver? He’s your grandpa?”

“Yeah. He was married to my grandma Fay a million years ago for about ten minutes. When she left him, she changed her name—and my dad’s—back to Hanover. My dad’s their only kid.”

“And he lives next door to you.”

“Next door to my
grandma’s
house,” he corrected.

“Which is now
your
house. So he made you come check on me?”

“He was worried about you.”

“And you?” she asked.

Again, he answered lightly. This time for
him
. “I was worried I’d never get any peace if I didn’t do as they asked.”

There was a long silence from the passenger seat, with Ali studying each passing tree as if it held the secrets to world peace.

He sighed. “Yeah, okay. I was worried too.”

She said nothing to this, and he glanced at her. “You okay over there?”

“Just trying to picture you as someone’s little grandson.”

“Hard to believe, I know. But I wasn’t always thirty and jaded as hell. I actually had a childhood, a lot of it spent right here in Lucky Harbor, in fact.”

This got her. She turned her head and stared at him. “Are your parents here in town?”

“No, they raised me in San Francisco, mostly. They’re doctors, both in Haiti now. When I was younger and they traveled, which was just about all the time, my sister and I came here to my grandma Fay’s.”

She shook her head. “Still trying to see you as a little boy, having fun, playing in the sandbox.”

He smiled. “I was more of a blow-shit-up kind of kid. And believe it or not, I do know how to have fun.”

Again she met his gaze, and the air seemed to crackle around them.

“Hmm,” she said.

That damn “hmm” left him tempted to pull over and show her
exactly
how much fun he could be. But that would be a mistake.

Showing her anything over and above what they’d already done would be a mistake. Still, he was shockingly tempted, and he let her see that when he looked over at her.

Color bloomed in her cheeks again. “You’re a distraction,” she said softly. “I don’t need a distraction. I need to do some problem solving.”

“Are you going to ask me for help?”

“No,” she said. “You’re not getting involved.”

Maybe if they both kept saying it, it would be true. “Right,” he said, wanting to drive this point home. “I am definitely on a break from getting involved.”

“Because of your last case.”

“Among other reasons.”

She fell silent, and he was a big enough jerk to be grateful.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she finally said, quietly. “What happened to that woman…Isabel Reyes.”

“She might feel differently, if she could say so,” he said with a lightness he didn’t feel.

The typical late afternoon wind was kicking up as they made the last hairpin turn to the top of the cliffs. The water wasn’t quiet now. The sun shimmered on it, lighting up the whitecaps as if they were a million bursts of fire.

Once upon a time, Luke would have been out there on that water with Jack or Ben, stirring up shit in one form or another. Now he was asking for trouble of a different kind altogether by bringing Ali back to the house.

“The news accounts I’ve read say that the prosecution’s evidence got tossed out,” she said. “And we both know that once they set the senator free, it was out of your hands.”

The knife in his chest twisted a little bit. She was looking at him. He could feel the weight of her gaze.

“Must be a terribly helpless feeling,” she said softly. “When something like that happens, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

“Yeah.”

“Why do you do it?”

“The job?” He shrugged. “Someone’s got to. And I’m good at it. Usually.”

“You didn’t fail her, Luke. The senator did.
You
didn’t fail anyone.”

“You’re wrong there,” he said. “I’ve failed plenty.” He’d failed his sister. His grandma. And no matter what Ali said, he’d also failed Isabel Reyes. He pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine, and got out of the truck.

He came around for Ali but she was already sliding out, and they headed up the walkway in silence.

Before he could open the door, Ali stopped him with a hand on his arm. He felt the zing of her touch all the way to his soul.

“You manage huge amounts of responsibility,” she said quietly. “You face so much, every day. I think you’re amazing, Luke. I also think a part of why you want to be alone is because you’re feeling vulnerable right now. You’re afraid you’re going to fail someone else.”

And if it was her, if he failed her in any way, it would kill him.

“Luke?”

“No,” he said.

She was standing there in her muddy apron and wild hair, looking at him with those big, soft eyes that said she thought he was a hero.

But a hero wouldn’t want to push her up against the door and kiss her.

“You haven’t failed me,” she whispered.

Fuck it, he thought, and giving in to the need swamping him, he backed her up to the door and kissed her. It didn’t take more than a single heartbeat for her to wind her arms around his neck and kiss him back.

“
That’s
why I need to be alone,” he said when they broke apart, breathless. “We have a chemistry problem.”

“Yes. I think you’re right.” She wobbled, and Luke slid an arm around her as he unlocked the front door, noticing he wasn’t all that steady either. “Food or shower?”

“Both.” She was still looking a little shell-shocked at their combustibility. “Shower first.”

He led her inside, blocking the view of the still-trashed living room, standing there until she’d gone straight into the bathroom. Then he turned and faced the destroyed house. Shaking his head, he moved back to shut the front door just as Jack pulled up.

Jack was a firefighter and ran the local fire station. He was still in uniform, complete with the radio at his hip, and he carried a bag of food. They’d been best friends, brothers really, since the summer after sixth grade—which meant there were no formalities.

“You’re an asshole,” Jack said.

Guy code for
good to see you, man.

Jack came to San Francisco at least once a month, almost always staying with Luke. They’d seen each other two weeks ago, when Jack had come down to go sailing on a friend’s boat. “Right back atcha,” Luke said. “How’s your mom?”

Dee Harper was fighting breast cancer and, by all counts, winning the war but it was costing her. And Jack as well.

“She’s doing better, much better,” Jack said, and started to walk right on in, but Luke shoulder-checked him.

“What?” Jack asked.

Luke took the food. “Thanks for dinner. Add it to my tab.” Before he could shut the door, Jack stuck his steel-toe, big-ass boot out, blocking it.

“The size of your tab could feed a third-world country,” Jack said.

Actually, the reverse was true, but Jack had a selective memory when it suited him. He also had the whole laid-back ski bum vibe going, but the truth was, beneath the deceptive playfulness, Jack Harper was anything but laid back and easygoing. Maybe he made his way through women like some men went through socks, but he worked every bit as hard as he played.

Luke peeked in the bag. “Orange chicken and spicy beef?”

“And fried rice, just in case the main course doesn’t clog our arteries properly.” Jack was trying to see past Luke into the house, his sharp eyes missing nothing. “Damn. They really did make a fucking mess.”

“What did you know about the missing fifty K?”

“I’m too hungry to talk; I’m wasting away as we stand here. I need to eat. In front of the game.”

“The game’s not on.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“It’s not on in
here
,” Luke said.

“The game’s always on at your place.”

Down the hall, the shower went on, and Jack’s brow went up.

Luke blew out a breath. “Ali Winters.”

“She’s here?” He grinned. “You were holding out on me.” He pushed past Luke and headed into the messy living room. He shoved the cushions back onto the couch and then dropped onto it in a big, lazy sprawl. “Where’s the remote? I’ve only got half an hour before I have to be back at the station.”

“You’re not staying.”

“Aw, come on. It’s been forever since I’ve gotten to see you be an idiot with a woman. Don’t ruin my fun.”

“I’m not an idiot with women.”

“You’re a complete idiot with women, and I’ll prove it:
Tina Rawlings
.”

“Tina Rawlings was when we were
sixteen
,” Luke said.

“Yeah, you had sex with her at the lagoon and got caught by her boyfriend. He beat the shit out of you.”

“Because he and his entire baseball team jumped me.”

“Bowling team,” Jack corrected. “It was the
bowling
team, and
I
could’ve taken them with one arm tied behind my back.”

“Hey,” Luke said, “some of us didn’t get our growth spurt until college.”

Jack laughed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, man. So you and Ali…?”

“No.”

“Sure? Because I don’t think you have to worry about the bowling team these days. You’re not in bad shape.”

“I’m not getting involved.” How many times was he going to have to say that? He’d come to Lucky Harbor to lose himself for a little while.
Not
to share the place with a woman who made him ache like crazy and had the singular ability to make him want to both howl at the moon and run like hell.

The phone rang, and Luke stared at it like it was a striking cobra.

“You going to get that?” Jack asked.

“Fuck no.”

The machine clicked on, and a woman’s voice said, “Ali-gator? Just checking in on you—”

“You still have an actual answering machine?” Jack asked. “Man, it might be time to upgrade the place from the 1980s…”

Luke strode to the machine and picked up the phone. “Ali’s in the shower, Mrs. Winters.”

“Luke!” She sounded pleased to hear his voice. “You were going to call me Mimi, remember?”

He let out a breath. “Right. Mimi…”

Jack went brows up again. Luke ignored him. “I’ll have her call you,” he said to Mimi.

“You’re a sweetheart, Luke. Thank you.”

“Wow,” Jack said when he’d hung up. “Look at you, not getting involved.”

Luke flipped him off and snatched the remote from Jack’s hand.

“Figured you’d want the 4-1-1,” Jack said. “If you kick me out now, you won’t get to hear it. But hey, if you’re not getting involved…”

“Tell me.”

Jack grinned. “Lucky for you, I work with a bunch of little girls.”

“You work with a bunch of firefighters.”

“Who all gossip like girls. The money’s still missing, as you know, and actually there’s a reward going out on it, but Ali isn’t the only one they hauled in. They questioned Ted Marshall further. And also Melissa Mann. You remember her, right? She said—”

“That Marshall was screwing her and he can’t remember if he locked the drawer with the money,” Luke said.

“Damn, you stole my thunder. Seems Golden Boy’s keeping secrets. Melissa said the police searched the office and came up with a woman’s toe ring deep in the couch that doesn’t belong to her.”

“Or Ali,” Luke said.

“Okay,” Jack said, irritated now. “If you already know everything, why did you ask?”

“Because gossip is usually based in fact,” Luke said. “Got anything else? Maybe something on the admin, Aubrey?”

“Nothing on Aubrey. But Melissa did say she believed that Teddy and Ali were just roommates. Which means Ted had a good thing going. They’re going to question everyone who was in the office on the night of the auction, but there’s a few problems.”

“Like?”

“Teddy isn’t talking about any other possible indiscretions. And apparently that whole wing of the building was a revolving door. Several people were back there using the quiet hallway for phone calls, and people were going through on bathroom runs. The janitor had a thing with the caterer in the treasurer’s office, one door down from Marshall’s office. Reportedly even the mayor’s wife was seen slipping out of the hallway storage closet just past the bathroom. Go Mr. Mayor.”