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“What difference would it have made if you’d known?”
“Exactly!” She jabbed her index finger toward him.
When she did that, her breasts moved beneath her nightgown, and that drew his eyes to them, which made her aware of something he’d been keenly aware of since she’d confronted him: She didn’t have many clothes on.
In fact, the nightie was it.
“Don’t leave until we’ve had this out.” She went into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
He ran his hand over his mouth and chin and around the back of his neck. He should have anticipated this. She was bound to find out sooner or later. He’d been busted. He had just as well face the music.
He opened the refrigerator and helped himself to a bottle of water, uncapped it, and chugged it.
When she came back into the kitchen, she was wearing a pair of Christmas-plaid pajama bottoms, a gray hoodie zipped up to her chin, and fuzzy slippers. A knight of the round table couldn’t have been better armored. She set her cell phone—decisively—on the table near the pistol. He supposed that both were to serve as warnings that he had better not get out of line.
“Want some water?” he asked.
“No.”
He placed his empty in the trash can. When he came back around, she looked ready to launch.
“I went to your uncle’s bar this evening.”
“I get the feeling you didn’t just stumble upon it.”
“No. I went there on a fact-finding mission.”
“Facts about me? Why didn’t you ask?”
“Because I didn’t want to be lied to.”
He figured he had that coming.
“I met Don,” she said. “He was very pleasant.”
“A job requirement.”
“We had an enlightening chat.”
“Don didn’t tell you that I was in the store that day, because he doesn’t know. You must’ve chatted with someone else.”
“Lois Miller.”
“Don’t know her.”
“Well, Lois knows you. You’re hard to mistake.”
He couldn’t account for the emphasis she placed on that, although she looked him up and down as she said it.
“You should remember her. Seventy-ish. You were right there with her. The whole time, she said. You, she, and another woman. Younger. Dressed for yoga. Is
any of this jogging your memory?”
He ignored her sarcasm. “I remember.”
“So?”
“The older lady hovered. The younger one went into action. She helped you to lie back. I was there to sort of…” He held out his hands, palms up. “Keep you off the floor.”
