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Pride, he thought. He could respect that.
“Sorry I can’t help,” he said.
“Are you pissed?”
“More relieved.”
“Excuse me?” she said, walking to the coffee and pouring herself a mug. “You would be nowhere without me. I took a rough, ill-mannered street kid and turned him into a gentleman.”
“You screwed my business partner, on my desk.”
“I know. I’m sorry about that.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“But it was still tacky. I am sorry.” She looked at him. “You look good. I mean that. You’ve come a long way.”
They talked for a few more minutes, then Valentina left. Duncan closed the door behind her, relieved to have her out of his life. This time for good. Then he crossed to the table and opened the package from Annie.
Inside was a painting of two boxers. He knew the artist, had a larger piece of his work in his study.
There was a note inside. No, a Christmas card.
This made me think of you.
Duncan studied the masterful work and could guess the approximate price she’d paid. It was a whole lot more than she could afford. Why would she have done this? He checked the date. She’d had it shipped after she’d ended things. Who did that? What was she playing at?
He didn’t have any answers, a circumstance he didn’t like. He wanted his life simple—predictable. But Annie was anything but. She demanded too much. She wanted him to do the right thing, to be a better man. She wanted him to love her back.
Back. Meaning he believed she loved him in the first place? And if he did, what was he doing, letting her get away?
“Very upscale,” Annie said, hoping it sounded more like a tease than nervousness. She sat across from Tim in a comfortable wicker chair on a patio behind the rehabilitation housing where her brother was staying.
“It’s nice,” he said.
He sat across from her, relaxed and tanned, more calm than she’d seen him in years. This was the first Saturday visitors had been allowed. Annie had arrived right at ten and Tim had been waiting for her. So far their conversation had consisted of greetings and the weather.
She picked at the wicker on the arm of the chair, then glanced across the broad lawn. Judging from the uneasy body language she saw in the other visitors, she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to say.
“Are you…” she began.
Tim leaned toward her and smiled. “It’s okay. You did the right thing. I didn’t believe that until a few days ago, but now I know you were right. I needed help. I still need help.”
Relief rushed through her. She grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Yeah?”
He nodded. “I was chasing the dream, Annie. So sure that if I kept trying, I’d hit it big. It’s what you always say about kids who cheat in school. If they would put half the effort into studying, they’d get a good grade. But instead they want to play the system. I want to play the odds. The trouble is, the odds are never in my favor.”
“Which means what?” she asked.
“I have a gambling problem. I need to stay away from it. No blackjack, no Vegas, not even a raffle ticket. It’s going to take a while, but I’ll beat this, Annie.”
She stared into her brother’s blue eyes and felt relief. “I’m glad,” she whispered.
“Me, too.” He pulled free and shifted on his seat. “About what I said. I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“I can’t believe I stole that money. What an idiot. I really appreciate the deal you made with my boss. Anyone else would have let me go to jail.”
“I couldn’t do that.”
“It’s what I deserved.”
“But not what you needed.”
“I know. I’ve been in touch with Mr. Patrick. He says I can have my job back.” Tim smiled self-consciously. “Sort of. I won’t have access to any of the bank accounts. I’ll have to earn his trust again, but I will. We worked out a payment plan for me to reimburse him.”
Tim had talked to Duncan? Annie wanted to ask how he was. She missed him more than she had ever imagined, and she’d known it would be bad.
“I’m glad,” she said.
