"You have blossomed since we last talked." He opened his magazine and pointed at a photo. "I asked Alec Baldwin to give you a happy heart, and he did."
"Why, thank you, and give my thanks to Mr. Baldwin, too."
"I will."
She looked up at Jake.
Thanks
, Vivian repeated mentally, Jake winked, pointed in the general direction of her office, and eased back out the door. With a half-smile, she turned her attention to Brother Gabriel again.
He gave her a thumbs-up.
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She rapped her gavel. "The court recognizes your sincerity and your efforts to reform, and releases you on your own recognizance."
"Praise be!" Brother Gabriel shouted. She was still smiling when she walked into her office an hour later. She saw Jake's chicken-scrawl note under the keys to his pickup on her desk. A pensive expression erased the dimple beside her mouth as she read.
"Will get Prius washed. Pick you up at 7 in my best duds. Love, Jake."
"Are you and Jake still going out?" Cal asked from the doorway.
"Yeah. We're meeting Jake's cousin. Rylan. He's in town on business, and he's staying at the Four Seasons."
"You look worried."
"Jake's paying. It'll cost him a fortune."
"But he wants to impress you."
"Cal, he's got a little book where he's written down every penny I've ever spent on the apartments and every penny I've ever given to his tenants. He keeps telling me, 'This entry here will come back to you in a mink coat one day. That one there will be a pair of diamond earrings.'"
"Oh, Vivian, I think I love him, too." Callender clasped her hands in front of her and looked sentimental. Her long eyelashes trembled. Vivian stifled a wry smile. "The truth is that you just don't want to make Jake feel shabby," Cal went on. "You two are so sweet together."
"Don't get started now, Callender. Don't boo-hoo on me..." It was too late.
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"I envy you so much," Cal whispered hoarsely, and disappeared out the door, sniffling.
As usual, Jake was punctual as the sunset. Vivian heard her front door open, smoothed her hands down her oysterwhite blouse and simple gray skirt, made an air-kiss at herself in the bathroom mirror, and hurried to greet him with open arms.
"Come right on ... in."
He gave her a slow, charming smile as he shut the door behind him.
"Jake," she said ardently. "Dude. Baby. Wow." He walked gracefully past her, grinning.
"Turn around," she ordered breathlessly. "Slowly."
"Seen enough?" he grumbled good-naturedly. "I want a kiss."
"I'm not through ogling you yet." He wore a black coat over camel-colored slacks. His feet were cased in new cowboy boots. A crisp dress shirt of palest blue provided back ground for a black tie with tiny, angled gold and white stripes. Shirt cuffs peeked perfectly from the edge of the jacket sleeves.
"You like it, lady?" he asked softly
"I love it. I think I'll pack my Taser tonight. I may have to zap a few delirious women."
He laughed and held out his hands. Vivian crossed the floor quickly and slippede into his arms. Jake smiled down at her, still as capable of stopping her heart as he was on the night they'd met two months ago. They kissed tenderly.
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"I
told
you she'd melt if you wore a jacket and tie," Rylan whispered, leaning closed to Jake's ear over their elegant restaurant table.
"
Ssssh
!" Jake glanced up furtively. Vivian would be back from the ladies' room any second. "You were right. She was bowled over." Jake tugged at the tie and grimaced. Rylan smiled. "I know you hate it. But you made Vivian happy, and that's what counts."
"Yeah, and just wait'll I finish. That deal I just clinched is goin' to make her sit up and take notice." Rylan's smile faded. "Cousin, did it ever occur to you that she might not want you to arrange her life for her?" Jake shot him a disgruntled look. "I don't have your pretty way of sayin' things. I have to depend on actions. She'll like this surprise."
"No,
you're
the one who likes surprises. If she hears what you're planning from someone else and misunderstands..."
"It's all taken care of. She won't find out too soon." Jake leaned forward, propped his chin on one fist, and sighed happily. "Ry, you just don't know what it's like to have a woman like Viv..."
"Do I hear my name?" the object of their conversation wanted to know. Both men stood as she settled into a chair beside them.
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did you like the music?" The three of them glanced toward a pianist playing soft jazz riffs at a baby grand.
"I wish he'd surprise me with some hip hop," Rylan joked. He caught Jake's eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly toward Vivian. "Do you like surprises, Vivian?"
"Not at all," Vivian replied distractedly. "I like to know what to expect."
She slid a hand over Jake's as she lost herself in the music. She didn't see the brooding expression that lined his eyes or the warning look Rylan pressed on him.
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"How much food are you gonna give me, Viv? It's only a few hours' drive from here to Nashville. I won't starve." Vivian put the last paper sack in the front seat of Jake's ole red truck. Then she put her hands on her denimed hips and squinted tartly up at him in the Saturday sunshine.
"You won't take any more of my money. So take my ravioli," she ordered. "It'll keep for almost a week if you put it in Rylan's refrigerator."
"I'll only be gone till Tuesday." He grasped her by the waist and set her on the truck's hood, then kissed her. They nuzzled each other like two friendly horses. Vivian hugged his neck, inhaling good soap and wood smoke. "Tell Rylan I said hello. Then you hurry back."
"Viv," he asked seriously. "Will you always love me?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course."
"Even if ... what if I did somethin' you didn't understand at first?"
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"You already do things I don't understand," she joked.
"Like putting sweet pickle relish on peanut butter crackers."
"No, I mean ... innocent 'til proved quilty, right?" Her joking attitude faded, and concern dawned in her expression. "What are you trying to tell me, Jake?" He retreated quickly. "I just want you to feel you can trust me about everything in the world. That's real important to me."
"I do trust you," she said, smiling again.
"Good." He lifted her off the hood and swung her around. When he stopped, he kissed her repeatedly before he set her down.
She nuzzled her head against his chest. Jake caressed her black hair and stared down the long street awaiting him. His face was grim.
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Monday started with bad news. Cal walked calmly into Vivian's office during lunch and told her she'd just resigned.
"You
what
?" Vivian exclaimed. Cal pointed to the chair across from Vivian's desk. "Mind if I use the therapy seat one more time?"
"No, but..."
"Good." She lowered herself into its creaking vinyl and looked Vivian straight in the eye. "Paul has a new girl friend." Vivian grimaced in regret. "If you can call a wealthy, fiftyyear-old married woman a girl friend."
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"Now I get a divorce and move back to San Diego. My sister is going to let me stay with her for a while." Vivian wasn't unhappy to hear about the divorce, only that Callender was leaving. Another thought occurred to her. She broached it carefully. "Whatever you do, try to believe there's someone out there waiting to love you again. Someone who may love you better than you've ever been loved before."
"I ... hope so. I guess. I don't know, anymore." Cal got up and hugged her. "I'll be in touch."
"You're leaving right now?"
"Taking a few vacation days while I pack. I'll see you later this week." Before Vivian could say anything else, Cal turned and strode out the door.
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That afternoon a secretary slipped into the courtroom and placed a note on Vivian's desk. Vivian scanned it quickly and rapped her gavel.
"Ten-minute recess," she said bluntly, and rushed out. Andy, Roberto, Ray, and Fayra were all crowded into her office when she got there, their faces pinched with worry. Andy cried softly.
"Tell me what it is," Vivian said softly. "If something's happened to Jake, don't sweeten the words."
"No, nothing like that!" Roberto gasped. His hand shaking, he produced a folded letter from his faded jacket and handed it to her. "But read this."
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distraught expression matched theirs. "He wouldn't have sold the apartments without telling us," she said hoarsely. "This must be a mistake."
"I didn't mean to open Jake's private mail," Andy whimpered, as she fumbled her way to her desk and sat down. "It was from a real-estate company, and I thought it was about one of those vacation places. Jake said I could open those letters, 'cause they give things away and he knows I want a ticket to Disney World."
"Where are we goin' to go?" Ray asked her bitterly. "Jake promised us a place to live in return for all our work. You know we've worked hard—long hours, six, seven days a week. And all the time he couldn't pay much, but we didn't care, because we had a roof over our heads and plenty to eat and friends."
"Jake wouldn't do this to you," Vivian insisted. "He wouldn't do this to me."
"Call him," Fayra urged. "Call up to Nashville and let's ask him right now."
She tried his cell phone. He didn't answer. Next she called Rylan's office. There had to be a reason. Jake probably had a whole, cute, homespun little explanation that would have them all laughing. And Rylan would know.
But Rylan didn't know, because Rylan was in Canada, and had been in Canada for a week.
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"I'm on my way," she said automatically, her heart thudding.
"What now, Vivian?" Fayra asked in a tiny voice.
"Now we wait for Jake to call, or to come home. And we don't worry, because we all trust him, right?" They brightened, buoyed by her enthusiasm. She guided them out the door with more words of encouragement. Then, after they disappeared around a corner, Vivian went in the women's restroom and sobbed her heart out.
* * * *
"Dammit, dammit, open up."
Vivian heard her own voice asking the caller to leave a message while she frantically unlocked her condo's door. She rammed the key into place, shoved the door open—and the phone beeped goodbye. The caller left no message. Vivian slammed the door behind her with a mighty swing of her arm and cursed. She had tried Jake's cell phone twenty times with no luck.
For the rest of the night she listened in vain for the phone to ring again. She finally dozed, dreaming about Jake until she jerked awake, covered in sweat from just having seen him push Ray and Fayra and Roberto and Andy out an apartment window, one at a time—just before he tossed her out behind them.
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She didn't want to alarm Aunt Vanny, so that morning Vivian called the feed store in Tuna Creek. It was a long shot, but the only shot she had left.
Emma Burley answered.
Vivian asked her if she'd seen Jake.
"Why, yes, late yesterday. He just about bought me out. Ordered a huge delivery of cattle feed. I know he's proud to get some of the Coltrane milk stock back. He had to lease his cows out when his business went bust."
"Did he say where he's going to put these cows?"
"Nope. Just roared outta here on some kind of mission." She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw something. She wanted to get her hands on Jacob Needham Coltrane and call him two dozen choice names. And then beg him to make her believe she hadn't been a fool for the past two months. With only a few minutes to spare before court convened, Vivian wandered around the halls of the municipal building, looking at nothing, hearing nothing, absorbed in memories. A loud voice poured out of an office.
"And so this redneck just says to me, says, 'I'll be right back,' and leaves his freakin' truck and this huge contraption it's pulling right across about ten parking spaces. He's gonna be towed in about five minutes, and he don't even care."
"Man, you get all kinds around here," a chuckling voice commiserated.
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"What?" Vivian asked breathlessly. She approached two punkish undercover cops who lounged against a wall. "Who?
When?"
"Just now," one said. "This cracker pulled in and left his rig in the main lot."
"Reddish-blond hair, tall man, driving an old red pickup truck?" Vivian asked eagerly.
"You got it, Your Honor. He disappeared up the street like he was goin' to a party or something. Got a cab and zoom!
He's gone. I already called Traffic to write him a ticket and get his crap carted away."
"No! This one is mine. A personal problem. Can you guys do me a favor?"
They grinned at each other, then at her.
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