Ella’s gaze glittered with knowing humor when they walked into her house at five after six. “Humph,” she said, darting him a look. “I don’t know why, but I’m getting the impression that you take your body-guarding duties seriously.”
“Ella,” Sapphira hissed, seemingly mortified. “What on earth would possess you to say a thing like that?”
“What would possess me to say a thing like that?” she repeated, her eyes wide. “You mean aside from the fact that your shirt’s on wrong side out and his cow is about to escape the barn?”
Impossibly, Huck felt a blush creep up his neck as his hands flew to his zipper. He frowned, gazing at Ella. “My barn door is shut.”
Ella smiled wickedly. “But you had to check, didn’t you?”
Busted, he merely returned her grin. “I would have checked regardless,” he said.
“But would you have looked guilty?”
He chewed the inside of his cheek and took his seat at the table. She had him there, that was for sure. Since lying was out of the question, he merely shrugged and watched Sapphira check the seams of her shirt.
“My shirt’s not on inside out, Ella,” she said, scowling at the older woman. Her gaze narrowed. “You’re sneaky, you know that?”
“What I am, chil’, is perceptive. What?” she asked, quirking an innocent brow. “You think I didn’t notice how ya’ll were looking at one another over here the other night?” She set a bowl of steaming gumbo on the table along with a platter of mouthwatering bread. “I might be old, but I’m not blind.” She harrumphed again. “I know what love looks like.”
She said it with so much assurance and authority that he almost didn’t panic. His gaze swung to Sapphira’s and she offered him an equally uneasy grin. He knew he was falling in love with her--knew that he’d wandered onto to that slippery slope when he hadn’t been able to resist her--but somehow, having someone else recognize what he wasn’t quite ready to vocally admit made him feel like his skin was too tight, his tongue thick, and his body was on fire.
On the plus side, Ella seemed to operating under the assumption that they both were in love and that, he decided, made him feel infinitely better.
Was Sapphira in love with him? Huck wondered. Was it possible to fall in love this fast? Frankly, he had no experience with love. He’d never cared this much about another person before in his life, and didn’t know precisely what to look for to know if the sentiment was reciprocated. Odd how that keen sense of intuition he’d claimed to have earlier seemed blind to the most important question he’d ever faced.
Huck studied her covertly from across the table. Watched her small hands--the same ones she’d ran over his body then coated in sanitizer only moments before, he thought, smiling--carefully help Ella load the plates and tend to the table. They moved in sync, with familiarity borne out of history, anticipating the other’s move.
While he couldn’t claim the history part, he could argue that they did seem to have a certain inherent rhythm. And it was more than the sex, Huck thought, though that was almost so perfect it was though they’d been making love for years, choreographing their intimacy through repetition and practice. He was in tune with her, for lack of a better description. He always knew where she was, could feel her presence whether she was right beside him or halfway across the room. It was as disconcerting as it was comforting.
Furthermore, while she hadn’t completely come clean about why she was so afraid of her father and why she’d decided to hide her involvement with Belle Charities from him and the rest of the men at Ranger Security, he had to admit that her trusting him enough to confide in him about her brother’s death had claimed another little part of his soul. Naturally, he wanted her to tell him all of her secrets--to share everything with him--but he knew her well enough to know at this point that, if she hadn’t, she had a very good reason.
And, dammit, he wanted to know that as well.
Basically, he just wanted all of her. Was that too much to ask?
Sapphira chose that moment to look over at him. Those beautiful green eyes were rife with affection and longing, humor and heat, wit and charm. “You’re making me nervous,” she said, as he continued to stare.
“Good,” Huck told her. “Because, Princess, you scare the hell out of me.”
She stilled, accepting the comment for what it was--a veiled insinuation that he was falling for her, the closest he could comfortably get with a declaration that this was more than just a passing thing. “You’re pretty damned frightening, yourself.”
Ella chuckled softly. “Do ya’ll need a moment?” she asked. “Do I need to leave?”
Sapphira rolled her eyes. “What you need to do is sit down,” she said. “Everything is on the table.”
“Don’t get fresh, young lady,” Ella admonished. She pulled her apron over her head, hung it on a peg next to the refrigerator and finally took her seat. From the corner of his eye, Huck saw what looked like a moth flutter through the air and land on the floor next to the table leg. Because he was a man and killing bugs was supposed to be his job, he took his napkin and leaned down, prepared to do his duty.
His heart raced and his mouth went dry as his gaze landed not a moth, but a single letter cut from a newspaper.
With pinking shears.
He mentally reeled, unable to make what he instinctively knew process. It couldn’t be coincidence. Ella? Ella had sent the letters? But why? Huck wondered, astounded. What on earth had possessed her to do such a thing? What would make her threaten someone she obviously loved?
He’d wanted answers, hadn’t he? Huck thought, sick at his stomach. And he suddenly knew he was about to get them. Dread camping in ever muscle, without saying a word, he carefully picked it up and laid it next to her plate.
The older woman saw the letter, gasped softly, then stilled and slowly turned to look at him.
Sapphira had noticed the exchange and frowned. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Ella, you’re pale. Are you feeling all right?” She squinted and he heard her inhale sharply when she saw the single letter. “Where did that come from? Did another letter come today?”
Ella seemed to shrink in her seat. “No, provided the mail doesn’t make a mistake, it’ll get here tomorrow.”
So she’d mailed another one today, Huck thought, still shocked. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Couldn’t make it all add up and resemble anything close to sense.
Another furrow rolled over Sapphira’s brow. “Come tomorrow? But how do you know--“ She pulled in a startled breath as realization seemed to dawn. “Ella?” she asked, pain, disbelief and betrayal crowding into her voice.
Huck continued to remain quiet and watched the scene unfold surreally before him.
Ella reached across the table and took Sapphira’s hand. “Don’t be angry at me, child. I never expected your father to hire security guards,” she said, shooting a look in his direction. “I was hoping to jar some sense back into the man, to make him realize that while he no longer had Nicky, he still had you. I-I wanted him to find out about your charity work, about your mentoring and Carmen, about your time spent the inner city, because it isn’t safe and--
Sapphira gasped. “Ella how many times do I have to tell you--“
“Let me finish,” she insisted. “Please.” She let out a little sigh. “I wanted him to find out about how much of yourself you give away, because that’s something to be proud of, ma chere.” Her voice broke and her watery eyes begged for understanding. “I thought if he knew you those things about you, that he would wake up and let you be who you are--not a pampered heiress but a humanitarian with a huge heart and a capacity for caring for other people that is so honest and true that it makes me so, so very proud of you. You’re a good girl, Sapphira, and you deserve better.”
She paused and lifted her chin in the same way he’d seen Sapphira do so many times over the past few days. “I could tell lie and tell you that I’m sorry, but I’m not. I’d been fully prepared to stop the letters, because I could tell that your father, as usual, had taken the wrong tact.” She smiled sadly and lifted a shoulder in a shrug and her gaze slid to Huck. “But then I saw you with him--I saw the way you looked at each other--and if the letters would have stopped coming, then he would have left. And that, of course, wouldn’t do.” A weary smile shaped her lips. “What was an old former nanny who loves you like her very own supposed to do?”
“Well, for starters--“ Sapphira’s cell, her ringtone set to Fergie’s Glamourous, suddenly cut her off. She sprang from her chair as if she were on fire and quickly shoved her hand into her purse to retrieve the mobile. A quick look at the display made a smile appear on her lips. “Hello. Right. I’m on my way.” Her gaze swung to Ella. “I’ll deal with you when I get back.”
“Where are you going?”
“Carmen’s water has broken. I’m going to the hospital.” Her gaze tangled with his and she hesitated. “Huck, I--“
“I’ll drive,” he said, backing away from the table, unsurprised. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the mysterious Carmen was who she’d been meeting at the doctor’s office. Technically, since the source of the letters had been discovered and she was really not in danger, his services were null and void and no longer required. He knew that, but he still had questions he wanted answered.
Furthermore, the end of the case also ended the need to be with her twenty-four seven. The mere idea that he no longer had a reason--aside from being in love with her--to be with her made a needle of panic prick his heart, his palms sweat and a clammy wash spread over his skin.
Sapphira’s grateful gaze tangled with his all of this, though unspoken, passed between them in less than an instant. She knew it, too. Knew that it was put up or shut up time and he grimly suspected, after hearing Ella, that the newfound love of his life would opt for shut up.
Why? That was the one mystery he still hadn’t solved. But, Huck thought grimly, he was going to. He had too much riding on the outcome to do otherwise.