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“I’m not going back to Boston, Clark. You need to understand that.”
“You’re really giving it all up?”
She nodded. “I am, and when I get my money back I’m going to find out what I really want to do.”
“What do you mean, get your money back?”
“My grandfather originally started my bank accounts, and I never changed that. I have one of my own, which he put money into, but he won’t let me have any more until I go back and do what he wants.”
“You are shitting me!”
“Clark!” Bailey’s mouth dropped open. “What has gotten into you, speaking like that?”
He slashed a hand through the air, then returned it to the wheel. “That bastard is actually withholding your money? Money you earned? I can’t believe you let him control everything like that.”
“Yes, you can. He controlled you too, and it was just easier that way.”
“I’m sorry, Bailey. I’ll speak with him and make him see reason,” Clark said as he pulled into Maggie’s driveway.
“This is my battle, not yours. Now, I’m going inside before I fall asleep in your car.”
She watched him drive off, then went in to tell Maggie about her day. It was another hour before she stumbled to bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Chapter 32
Joe hadn’t seen Bailey for two days. He knew he needed to talk to her again, because she was pissed he’d not at least tried to see her after that concert. Which made no sense to him, as they were strangers then, but he’d never really understood women. He was also no closer to understanding why he’d avoided her. She’d just seemed so far away from him as he’d sat in that audience and watched her perform. Bailey had been in a long blue dress. It had sparkly stuff over it, and her hair had been on top of her head in some elaborate thing, and he’d remembered thinking she looked a million miles from his Bailey. The girl he’d once loved deeply. He’d sat there in awe of her, and clapped with the others in the audience, then when she’d walked off the stage he’d left the concert hall and walked for hours. Seeing her had brought it all back. The ugliness of his life when she’d been in it, and the solace he’d found in Bailey Jones’s company.
Was that the reason he hadn’t gone to see her? Had the memories been too painful?
Pushing the thoughts aside for now, he vowed to see her today, even if he had to lock her in somewhere so she would talk to him.
He’d woken early after a long sleep, and gone into town to talk with Chief Blake. They’d discussed his concerns regarding his father, and the fire. Plus, Elijah’s death. The chief had promised to keep him in the loop if he heard anything new. He’d come away frustrated with the inaction, even though he knew Chief Blake was doing what he could to get results.
Joe was now in the bar checking supplies, while he tried not to think about Bailey. He heard the knock on the back door, and when he opened it, Clark Munro was standing there.
“Munro.”
“Trainer, can I have a word before I leave town?”
“You’re leaving? Now that is bad news,” Joe drawled. He should be a bigger man... should be able to shake the man’s hand and send him on his way, but the simple fact was, he wasn’t. Not when it had anything to do with Bailey, anyway.
“I know you and she have something, and while I wish she would come back with me to Boston, she is refusing. All I’m asking is that you give some thought to what is best for her.”
“And you think you’re best for her?”
The man shook his head. “No. I realize now that what I felt for Bailey was friendship. We would never have worked, and probably would have ended up hating each other.”
“Bailey knows her own mind, she won’t make decisions based on me. Maybe you should put some of your efforts into getting that asshole grandfather to release her money, then she’d be free to do whatever the hell she wanted.”
“You know about that?”
“I do, and a lot more.”
Clark studied him. “What’s the deal with you two?”
“I believe that was covered the other night. We were friends when we both needed one.”
“Yes, I heard, but there’s more to this. She’s hung up over you, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”
