Love you to Death (3 page)

“No. This is my sister’s place. I used a key.” All of which was technically the truth, even if it didn’t convey what really happened.

“Good. It’s too damn early for paperwork,” said the officer. “And trouble. What’s your name, ma’am?”

“Elise McBride, Ashley’s sister.”

“Ah. You’re the one who called in the missing person’s report.”

“Yes, sir. That’s why I’m here. To find Ashley. I’m hoping you can help.”

In the houses around them, people wakened by the sirens peered out lighted windows.

The officer’s thick chest collapsed on a heavy sigh. “Let’s take this inside, kids. No sense in making a scene on the front porch.”

Elise stepped back to make room for the officer, grazing Trent’s bare chest with her arm. The heat from his skin soaked into her, and until now, she hadn’t realized she was cold. Stupid nerves.

He moved out of her way, taking all that warmth with him, and the officer shut the door behind them.

“Why’s it so dark in here?” he asked.

“A fuse blew,” said Trent. “Happens all the time. I’ll take care of it.” He crossed the room like he lived here, opened a door and went downstairs.

Elise briefly wondered just how close he’d been to Ashley that he knew her fuses blew often, and exactly where to go to fix them. Her sister told her about all her boyfriends—in great detail, much to Elise’s dismay. In all those breathless ramblings, Ashley hadn’t mentioned Trent as anything more than Hot Lawn Guy.

“So, Ms. McBride. How ’bout you tell me why you showed up here at three in the morning?”

Elise shrugged. “I got off the plane in Chicago, rented a car and drove here. It took as long as it took.”

“Where’d you come in from?”

The power came back on, bathing them in light. From the kitchen, an appliance beeped, begging for attention. The ceiling fan in the living room started spinning in a lazy circle.

Elise blinked as her eyes adjusted. “Hong Kong.”

His bushy brows lifted. “That’s a long way off. Do you live there?”

She caught a glimpse of herself reflected in one of the windows, and the sight of her frizzing bun made her cringe. She’d been traveling for hours, and every one of them showed in her hair.

Elise worked the hairpins out of the knotted mess of curls and untangled them with her fingers. “Sometimes. I’m a reporter. I was working on a story.”

As soon as the word
reporter
came out of her mouth, Officer Bob flinched. “You’re not going to be stirring up any trouble here, are you?”

Elise knew exactly what he meant, but she pretended ignorance. “Trouble? What do you mean?”

“I mean you starting stories about women disappearing from Haven.”

“A woman has disappeared. I’d say that’s newsworthy, wouldn’t you?” He didn’t have to know that wasn’t the kind of story she usually covered—that her work was mostly about the changes in foreign economy with a bit of fun stuff thrown in on the side, just to keep her interested, even if it didn’t pay the bills. Let him think that his town’s dirty laundry was going to be aired for the world to see. Maybe it would get him to cooperate.

“We don’t know she’s disappeared,” said Trent from the top of the stairway. “Ashley has a tendency to run off for days at a time.”

Elise turned her head to give him hell for talking about her sister in such a flippant way, but the words stuck in her throat.

Hot Lawn Guy was more than just hot. He was scalding.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but for him, covering up should have been a crime. Golden skin stretched tight over delicious slabs of muscles. His shoulders were wide and heavy, his arms thick and long. The ridges in his stomach stood out every time he breathed. But the beautiful part was that none of that was a show. He hadn’t removed his body hair or oiled himself up, or sprayed on a tan. He wasn’t coiffed or groomed. In fact, he was in desperate need of a haircut.

He wasn’t trying to look good. He just did.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” muttered the cop. “Would you put on a damn shirt? You make the rest of us mere mortals look bad.”

“In a minute,” said Trent, staring at Elise. His eyes slid over her from top to bottom and back again, making her wish for a hairbrush. “I think the lady here was about to say something.”

Yes, she was. Elise couldn’t remember what it was, so she ripped her eyes away and tried to concentrate.

“Trent’s right, Ms. McBride. We had a couple of officers check things out when you reported her missing. They questioned the neighbors and everyone said the same thing. She goes away for days at a time. It’s not unusual.”

“Yes, but she never goes this long without phoning me.”

“Maybe her phone broke,” said Trent. “Maybe she’s low on minutes and doesn’t want to pay the overages.”

Elise refused to let his good looks intimidate her. She did, however, keep her eyes fixed on his face. It didn’t help much, since the man’s face was a compilation of fascinating masculine angles, and nearly as attractive as the rest of him, but she managed to maintain her focus. “Ashley can’t go a day without talking to me. She tells me everything. She would have borrowed a phone, or called collect from a pay phone—something—if she was okay. I’m telling you that this is not like her. It may appear to be normal to her neighbors, but it’s not. If it was, I wouldn’t have abandoned the job I was on and flown halfway around the world to find out what’s wrong.”

Trent’s blue eyes flickered with interest. “When was the last time you spoke to her?”

“Friday afternoon.”

“Trent,” said Officer Bob in a warning tone. “If you want to investigate this, you know there’s always a job waiting for you, but so long as you’re not wearing a badge, I want you to stay out of it.”

Trent all but snarled. “We’ve talked about this. I’m not going back into police work.”

“Then go home. Mind your own business.”

His mouth tightened until his lips all but disappeared. “Fine. I’m going.”

Trent slipped past them, the muscles in his back tight and his hands in fists. Elise tried not to stare, but she had no choice. The man’s ass was like a magnet, drawing her gaze. Not that she minded the view.

She had no idea what was going on between these two men, but she really didn’t care. All she cared about was finding Ashley. If the officer thought Trent would be in the way, then she’d avoid him.

Even if it meant not getting to see that magnetic ass ever again.

Trent had never squirmed before in his life, but there was no better word for what he was doing now. His whole body was crawling with anxious need. He wanted to hear what Elise was telling Bob so he could throw out his opinion. He wanted to be a part of the investigation, to help find Ashley.

He wanted to be useful again for something more than digging holes and trimming grass.

Too bad what he wanted no longer mattered.

Bob’s reminding him of the open job offer on the Haven police force was a cheap trick, and Trent was sure the man knew it.

Most of an hour had passed, and his neighbors had finally gone back to bed. Their houses were dark again, just like Trent’s. Though, unlike Trent, he figured they were all back in their beds, snug and warm. Instead, he was standing in the dark, staring out his kitchen window, hoping for a glimpse of something that would tell him what was going on across the street.

Sure, chances were that Ashley had just found another one of her random men and hooked up with him for a long weekend, but what if he was wrong? What if she really was in trouble?

It was none of his business. He wasn’t a cop anymore. Protecting and serving was someone else’s problem. He needed to get some more sleep so he’d be able to install that sprinkler system tomorrow. Digging ditches. That was his job now.

At least the work had honed his body to the point that women took notice. That was definitely one of the perks of manual labor. Especially when the woman noticing had the kind of compact curves that fit into a man’s hands just right. Ashley was wisp-thin and walked around covered in paint more often than not. She made him think of grade school kids and butterflies. Her sister, on the other hand, was all woman. She wasn’t very tall, but everything was in the right proportions—some more right than others.

He could still feel her breasts against his chest. No silicone there.

As if it mattered. He wasn’t getting involved. Not with whatever had happened to Ashley, and certainly not with Elise.

Across the street, Bob Tindle got back into his cruiser and left.

Trent gripped the countertop to keep himself from calling Ashley’s house to see what Elise and Bob had talked about.

None of his business.

Then why the hell couldn’t he walk away from the damn window and try to get a couple hours of sleep before work?

A minute later, Elise walked out, locked the door, and headed for her car.

Trent was halfway across the street before he realized he’d left his house.

Elise saw him coming and halted at the door of her rental car. “What do you want?”

“What did Bob say?”

She looked at his bare chest and lifted an irritated brow. “Ask him yourself.”

“He won’t tell me. Said it’s none of my business.”

“Then why should I tell you?” She tucked some of her blond hair behind one ear. The wild nest of curls had been brushed and tamed, leaving behind silky waves that fell past her shoulders.

“Because I might be able to help.”

She cast a
yeah, right
look his way. “How? I don’t need any gym equipment modeled.”

Trent ground his back teeth to keep from spewing out the angry words he wanted to fling her way. He hated feeling useless, but seeing that uselessness reflected in Elise’s eyes made his chest burn with frustration. “I used to be a cop.”

“Used to be?”

“Yeah.”

“But not now?” she asked with more than a hint of suspicion.

“No.”

“Why not?”

He was not going to talk to her about that. Not in a million years. “Long story.”

“Another time, then,” she said, opening her car door, preparing to leave.

Trent had to stop her. He had no clue why he felt so frantic about this whole mess, but he did. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush she’d given him earlier. He wanted more. He didn’t want her to walk away and leave him out of all the fun.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm. “Where are you going?”

Her shirt had short sleeves, baring the silky-smooth skin of her arm to his touch. His fingers nearly encircled her biceps, but her feminine muscles were firm and strong under his grip. He fought the urge to slide his thumb over her skin so he could get a better feel.

“To look for Ashley’s car.”

“It’s late.”

She gave him a look that screamed
duh
. “Not in Hong Kong. I’m still on their clock. Can’t sleep.”

“Hong Kong?”

“That’s where I was when Ashley went missing.”

She flew all the way here to check on her sister? She really was worried.

“Let me go with you.” The words fell out of his mouth without going through his brain first, which wasn’t at all like him.

She stared pointedly at his fingers around her arm. Trent let her go, but he couldn’t help but let his fingertips slide along the delicate skin of her inner arm as he did. It was a dirty trick, but it was worth it. It had been a long time since he’d felt anything quite so soft as Elise McBride’s skin.

“Haven’s fairly small. I can manage on my own.”

“It might be small compared to Hong Kong, but the town sprawls all over. You’ll never find your way.”

Elise shrugged. “Ashley talked about all the places she liked to go. Since I have ovaries, I’m not incapable of asking for directions.”

Trent ignored the jab at his gender. “At four in the morning? There aren’t a whole lot of all-night gas stations around once you get away from the interstate.”

She stared at him for too long. “Why should I let you come?” she asked. “You don’t believe my sister’s in trouble.”

“Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t. Either way, I know this town a lot better than you do.”

“I’m used to strange towns. I’ll manage.”

“It’ll be faster if you have a tour guide. Faster is better, right?”

One side of her mouth lifted in a grin. “Spoken like a true man.”

And just like that, his mind went there, to that lovely place where sex with a woman like Elise was more than a fantasy. It was a short trip that ended with her impatient, humorless snort.

“Get in. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Gary Maitland smoothed the blond curls off his wife’s forehead. Even though Wendy’s eyes were closed, he could still recall the vivid shade of blue, and the way they used to sparkle when she laughed. Or cried.

“I can’t stay long, but I wanted to visit you before I went to work. I’ve been so busy, it’s been hard to find time to spend with you the way I should.”

He traced the delicate arch of her eyebrow, stroking her as he spoke. He wasn’t sure whether or not she could hear him, but these visits were more for him than they were for her anyway.