Hidden Summit (12 page)

“You’re talking about just ignoring the threat Mathis and his people impose.”

“No, sir,” he said. “I’m talking about defending my loved ones, something I never knew I had to do before, something you and the D.A. have made a point of suggesting is impossible for me to do. I have a gun and I have—” He broke off and laughed cynically. “I have the Virgin River posse. Even though all I’ve done for these good people is help out here and there, I have no doubt they’d back me up.”

Brie was quiet for a long moment. Finally she said, “They deserve better than that.”

“I haven’t done anything yet,” he reminded her. “I haven’t told anyone. I haven’t changed our game plan. But if you push this, I will. Because Les and I deserve a break. Just a break to see if maybe we found something worth the risk. That’s all I’m saying.”

“You’re not in charge,” Brie said forcefully.

“Yes,” he said. “I am.”

That night, as Conner held Leslie, the temptation to tell all was overwhelming. He didn’t, but he wanted to. He wanted to say,
This thing happened and testifying is the right thing to do and I can keep you safe. I know I have to keep the people I love safe.

Instead he said, “Your parents are nice.”

“Yeah. The fun couple. They’re wonderful. Sometimes their antics are a little embarrassing, but I have to remember how supportive they are.”

“Antics?”

“Oh, they love dressing up funny, getting into fundraising things like pie-throwing contests or dunking booths. For their fortieth anniversary they went bungee jumping off a bridge in Oregon. They’re kind of
Where’s the party?
all the time. But I have to say, they’ve never let me down. Maybe I’ve let them down....”

“That’s hard to imagine.”

“I’m just realizing… I was pretty caught up in…other things for the past few…okay, for the past decade or so. I might’ve kept them at arm’s length. I’ll never do that again.”

“You shouldn’t, Les,” he said. “You don’t know how much time you’ll have with them. They’re a little wacky, but in a good way. Enjoy.”

“Do you understand everything?”

He laughed. “Oh, hell no. But I lost my parents when I was young. And even though yours are a lot more fun than mine were, there are times I still miss them. And my life would be totally different if they hadn’t died prematurely. Just be glad you have a chance to spend some more time with yours.” He coughed. “That dye job, though…”

“I know....”

Conner sat in front of The Loving Cup in his truck and phoned Katie. He talked to Mitch and Andy for a few minutes, but, with the typical attention span of five-year-old boys, that didn’t last long. Then Katie was back on the phone.

“I want to ask you something, and I want you to be honest.”

“I’m always honest,” she said.

“Are you afraid of what’s going to happen after I testify?”

“We’ve been over this, but if we have to go over it again, okay. I know life will never be the same, Conner. I knew the morning the store burned down that life as we’ve known it is over. I knew then—I can’t live in Sacramento again. I’ll look over my shoulder like I never have before. I’m doing it already. But it is what it is—there’s no changing it. It happened to us—and you have to follow through. You can’t let that man win. You know what the worst part is? Having no choice. There’s no choice, Conner. We have to go on. Forward.”

She was brave. She’d always been brave. “I’ll be honest—I’ve been giving a lot of thought to not going to court—”

“Your woman,” she said immediately.

He just grunted. “Not her. Me. But she’s like you. I haven’t told her anything, but she’d expect me to do the right thing even though it might cost her in the end.”

“I like her,” Katie said.

“I’m in a good place. I don’t know where you are emotionally, but I’m in a sweet little town off the grid. I want you and the boys here.”

Dead silence filled the space in the conversation.

“Katie?”

“Because of the new girlfriend?” she asked softly.

“No, honey. Because of the town. Because of the kind of place it is, because of the people. The woman might not even be here long. But this is the place to settle. I feel more strongly about that every day. The only downside is—it limits your prospects for a new man in your life. But the boys would do well here. And it would be easier to keep a close eye on them and you.”

Again, silence.

“Katie?”

“Little complication,” she said. She took a deep breath. “I think I have a crush on the dentist.”

“You mentioned that before....”

“Yeah, but… Seriously.”

“Are you involved?” he asked.

“Not romantically, not yet. But we spend more and more time together and gosh, Danny… Oops, sorry.
Conner.
I like him so much. He wants the same things I want—a stable home, kids, family. He’s so sweet and smart and ethical. I think he’s trying to maintain a professional relationship, but I swear if he even leans toward me like he wouldn’t mind being kissed, I’m going to devour him. I’m sorry, but I am.”

“This is happening at work?” Conner asked.

“At work, after work, at lunch and we’ve done a little extra time on the weekends. He’s wonderful with the boys. He’s gone to some of their soccer games, and they think he’s so much fun. I cooked him dinner one night. He had us over for hot dogs and burgers on the grill one Sunday afternoon.”

And now the silence was his.

She was in Vermont. Could she get any farther away? And they had both met people of interest, to put it lightly. Of course, she was working up a crush while he was in all the way, though he had no idea the degree in which Leslie was committed.

“Danny?” she whispered.

“Yeah. Here.”

Those boys meant the world to him. Hell, Katie meant the world! When their mother died, Conner had tried to fill the gap. When their father died, Conner had tried to be both mother and father to her. Katie’s husband hadn’t even seen the boys enter the world, but Conner had been there, at the hospital, spending the night there to help his sister with these newborn twins when they’d been less than a day old.

“I was kind of fantasizing you’d come here,” she said. “I really like it here. I know, I know—we couldn’t get farther apart and be in the same country.”

He laughed. “We could if you were in Florida.”

“Maybe this will work out....”

He’d always known that this could happen one day. He hadn’t expected it to happen like this, with Katie moving away and meeting the man of her dreams because he was an eyewitness in a crime. But he’d always known she could fall in love with a man who could take her away, making the end result the same. And by damn, she deserved to fall in love again! Her short marriage to Charlie had been filled with intense love lost too soon.

“It’ll work out, honey,” he said.

No matter what he had to do, it would work out.

Ten

W
hen the kitchen remodel work was finished on the house Dan and Conner had been concentrating on for the past two weeks, Conner volunteered to drive over the mountain to Paul’s new office location to pick up the specs for the next job he wanted them to tackle. The trailer sat on the property for the big custom job; the foundation had been poured, the house was framed and huge.

Inside the trailer he found Paul, not in his office but perched on a sawhorse at the big plywood-fashioned table, his laptop and a lot of paper spread out. And the look on his face was, frankly, frustrated. “What’s up, boss?” Conner asked.

“Fixtures, that’s what. I’ve got a big renovation in Clear River and I don’t know how I can make the owner happy and bring it in on budget. They have pictures from
Architecture Monthly
—top-of-the-line stuff—and I can’t find most of it at builder’s cost anywhere.”

“Let me see,” Conner said.

Paul handed over magazine cutouts.

Ah. This was what Conner did. He sold to custom builders. He looked at the pictures. “Nice. Monticello brass. Tuscan accents. Brushed nickel faucets, I like that. But this brass basin? I’d try to talk them out of that if I were you—pretty, but a godawful pain in the butt to keep from spotting. I don’t like brass around water so much, but I’ll be the first to admit it’s classy. Brass accents is one thing, but… Hmm, and nice lighting—this shouldn’t be hard. You wouldn’t think Italian accents would work in a mountain house, but in thinking about it…perfect. Let me use the laptop a second, I think I know where we can find some of this stuff. Manufacturer prices.”

“Really?” Paul said, turning his computer toward Conner.

“I’ll try. I know some wholesalers who carry some of this stuff, or damn close replicas.” He did a search, and in minutes he found the widespread faucets, the chandeliers, the spigots and showerheads, the cupboard knobs and handles. He scribbled down the order codes and prices. He launched into one item after another, found them, wrote down the specs. Some items were tougher than others—some weren’t available at cost. “Try this alternative on the client—it’s good quality, equal in value and, if you ask me, a fine-looking showerhead. Might even be better—it’s a Koen and comes with a kick-ass lifetime guarantee.” And he went on, through the kitchen and a few bathrooms, finding the actual items or good alternatives at even better prices.

“How’d you do that?” Paul asked.

“Paul, it’s what I do. Kitchens and bathrooms.”

“Yeah, but you do it like a contractor, not a finisher.”

“The boss relied on me a lot. This is the kind of stuff I looked into all the time. Good hardware and contractors’ prices.”

“Thanks,” Paul said, staring at a sheet of paper with lots of prices, order numbers and internet addresses. “Next time I’m not going to waste so much time. I’ll just call you.”

“Absolutely,” Conner said. “I’d be happy to help.”

Paul looked at him a bit oddly. “Sometimes I think there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

Conner laughed. “You have no idea. Do you have the specs for the next kitchen job? Dan and I will get started tomorrow if the owners are ready.”

“Right here,” Paul said, handing over some rolled-up architectural plans. “You’ll tear out the existing kitchen in the next two to three days, get your flooring, raw cabinetry, granite cut to size, hardware and fixtures delivered over the next ten days. Make it happen.”

“Big job,” Conner said, looking through the plans.

“Good bid, too. We want to be on time. If you need help, let me know and I’ll send over extra crew. I want these folks happy. They have a lot of friends.”

“You bet.”

“And, Conner, I wanted to talk to you about something else.”

Conner lifted his eyebrows.

“Leslie,” Paul said. “She’s not here right now. She’s gone to Eureka for supplies for the office. But I wanted to talk to you about her.”

Conner thought for a minute and then said, “Shoot.”

Paul took a breath. Whatever it was, it wasn’t easy for him. “I like you. Brie vouches for you. Dan says you’re a good worker and conscientious. Dan trusts you and he’s a hard sell. I don’t have any reason to doubt you or suspect you, so it’s not about that. But Les has been almost a part of the family for ten years and she’s been through a lot lately. I don’t want her to go through a lot more.”

Conner gave a short nod. Word traveled fast; no surprise there. “Perfectly understandable. But you should talk to her, not me. Tell her what worries you, because I’m not looking to complicate anyone’s life.”

One corner of Paul’s mouth curved. “She seems happy.”

Conner almost smiled. “How about me? Do I seem happy?”

Paul laughed. “I couldn’t read you if my life depended on it.”

“Let me ask you something. Don’t read anything into this, but when you were dating your wife, did a lot of people question you? Have a lot of opinions about your motives and behavior? Your intentions? Before you were even sure yourself?”

That brought a really big laugh out of Paul. “Yeah,” he said. “Everybody and their brother. And have you met my father-in-law?” He shook his head with another laugh. He stood and stuck out a hand. “Good luck, buddy.”

Conner took the hand. “Thanks. I think.”

“Don’t mess her up.”

“She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who’s real fragile or neurotic. In fact, I think she’s the most normal woman I’ve dated. Ever.”

“I just hope you’re the most normal guy she’s ever dated,” Paul told him. “Because I met the last one, and she’s due a normal guy.”

April disappeared with a shower, and May arrived in the mountains with enough glowing sun to set the roadsides and hills on fire with color as the wildflowers took over. Conner borrowed Luke Riordan’s Harley and took Leslie on a ride through the hills one Sunday afternoon. They rode through the mountains out to the ocean cliffs, through the redwoods and down through vineyards.

They stopped for a while on a hilltop to enjoy a breathtaking view, but the view only occupied them for a little while, and soon they were reclined on the grass, making out like teenagers.

“You’re tempting,” he told her. “I could get you naked right here, but there’d be a risk.”

“Oh?”

“Well, there’s a road for one thing. We could get into each other, like we do, and not hear an approaching car or truck until it’s too late. Or, we could get fire ants in our underwear and really pay.”

“Let’s stop at the grocery, get a couple of filets, two potatoes, some mushrooms and asparagus and go home. You can grill the steak and asparagus and I’ll be in charge of the potatoes and mushrooms.”

“Deal,” he said, standing and helping her up.

Later, when they were enjoying an after-dinner libation—her Merlot and his beer—she said, “I hope this doesn’t scare you, but I can’t remember ever feeling this calm.”

“Why would that scare me?”

“I know you aren’t really into the idea of any kind of permanence. But I feel so much better than I can ever remember feeling.”

The idea of permanence sounded great. It just wasn’t a luxury he could afford at the moment. A lot had to be worked out first. “Why do you suppose that is?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I’m not dancing as fast as I can. Conner, I seriously didn’t realize how hard I had to work at my relationship with Greg. I was used to people saying marriage was hard work and I bought it. I don’t think I understood what they meant—I think what I didn’t get was that
both
people were supposed to be working at it, not just one of us.”

Oh, man, am I going to upset her calm world,
Conner thought. “All couples are going to have issues,” he said. “We just haven’t had any lately.”

“Somehow I think it’s going to be different with you.”

“Why is that?”

“You seem to enjoy the calm as much as I do.”

He took a swig of beer. “Oh, baby, I do. But that doesn’t mean trouble won’t find me.”

She just shrugged, happily oblivious. “Well, I guess if something comes up, we’ll play the hand we’re dealt.”

I can’t put this off much longer,
he found himself thinking. Even though he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, he knew he could trust Leslie with his life. He couldn’t help it, he’d wait just a little longer. Because the respite from the hard life was just too good to give up prematurely.

Jack Sheridan was wiping down the bar at about three-thirty in the afternoon when a man he’d never seen before came in. Nothing unusual in that—people were passing through all the time. But this guy wasn’t the usual—this guy was not a hunter, camper, fisherman or hiker. Not a mountain guy, but more of a
Gentlemen’s Quarterly
kind of guy. He wore a starched white shirt, open at the collar with the sleeves rolled up. He had pleated pants, fancy loafers and carried a sports coat or blazer or something.

“Hey,” Jack said amiably.

“Hi.” He jumped up on a stool. “Beer?”

“Absolutely. You have a preference?”

“Not really. Something imported?”

Jack laughed. “Sure thing,” he said, pulling a Heineken out of the cooler and popping the top. “Glass or bottle?”

“Chilled glass, please,” the man said. Then he pulled out his cell phone and thumbed through his panel of selections.

“You’re not going to have a lot of success with that. Our cell reception in town isn’t so good. Down 36 toward Fortuna it gets better. I have a landline, if that would help.”

“Do you mind? I have to call my wife.”

“In the kitchen, help yourself. Don’t let the cook scare you.” The man froze. “Kidding,” Jack said with a wry smile. “He looks a little scary, but he’s a pussycat. Honest.”

With a slight hesitation, he made his way to the kitchen. In just a couple of minutes he was back, and within seconds, Preacher was tailing him standing behind the bar next to Jack. Preacher’s white apron was a mess today, which made him look slightly scarier than usual, plus he was frowning darkly. It took Jack only a few seconds to decide Preacher hadn’t liked what he’d overheard the man saying on the phone or he wouldn’t be here.

Jack poured himself a cup of coffee and a seltzer for Preacher.

“So, I’m Jack. Passing through?”

The man immediately put out his hand, which was very soft and pretty. “Greg,” he said. “Yes, just here for an hour or so.”

“What kind of mission brings a man to Virgin River for an hour? Buying property for someone?” Because, surely not for himself.

“Well, not that it’s any of your business, but I want to talk to my wife. Ex-wife. She lives here. We have a couple of things to discuss and I thought a public place might be more agreeable to her than having me drop in on her. Unannounced.”

“Excellent idea,” Jack said.

Preacher crossed his arms over his chest. He glowered.

“She’ll be stopping by?” Jack asked.

“Hard to say,” Greg said. “We were disconnected.”

“Ah,” Jack said. That was fancy-man talk for
she hung up on me.
“Anyone I know?”

The man tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. Then he shot a quick glance at Preacher. He cleared his throat. “Leslie Adams.” He cleared his throat again. “Petruso. Leslie Petruso.”

“Ah, Leslie,” Jack said, grinning. “Sure. Good friend of ours, right, Preach?”

Preacher glared at the guy briefly, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

Now Jack wasn’t a genius, but he knew Preacher. This guy, Greg, must have said something ungentlemanly to Leslie to warrant Preacher following him back into the bar. And of course Jack knew this was the guy Leslie had nailed with the fire extinguisher. Jack would’ve paid to see that.

“Leslie’s well liked around here, as you might guess,” Jack said.

“She’s well liked everywhere,” he said. “I’ve been a little worried about her since she’s been down here. Alone.”

“She’s not alone, my friend. Paul Haggerty looks out for her, as do others. She seems to be getting along very well.”

“I heard she’s seeing someone,” Greg said. “I wonder, do you know who that might be?”

Jack decided to lie. “People don’t normally run their romances by me. Couldn’t tell you.”

Greg shook his head solemnly. “I wish she were back home. Where I could look after her better.”

“Unless I misunderstood you, pardner, not only are you divorced, you indicated she has someone new to look out for her now.”

“That’s not a good thing, Jack,” he said. “No one knows Leslie like I do.”

Jack gave the counter a nice, serious wipe-down. “Interesting that the two of you divorced. Sounds like you were pretty close.”

“We’re still close. We’ll always be close. You don’t spend almost ten years with a woman without being extremely bonded. That’s what we are, Jack. Bonded. Leslie needs me. Oh, sometimes she doesn’t want to admit it and I get that—I am remarried. But I know what’s good for Leslie even if she doesn’t.”

Jack was silent for a moment. A long moment. He was thinking about how his wife would make him pay for a comment like that, and they were still married. That wouldn’t float too well at his house. Mel didn’t like being “managed.” “You must be a very insightful man,” Jack said.