Mimi's Mix - A Book From Each Series! Hot Suspense & Active Spirits! (31 page)

A black lacquered chest sat under the mirror and the intricately painted Chinese dragons arrayed on the front were eye-catching. Arranged on the top of the chest was a Chinese vase full of red flowers, fresh and exotically tall. Their strange scent filled the room and mixed pleasantly with the smell of cigarette smoke wafting up from an ashtray on the table nearest Carrie.

“Can I get you a glass of wine?” Ashley asked her politely.

“Yes, please. White, if you have any.” Carrie unconsciously caressed the sofa’s lushness, even as she was biting off all her freshly applied lipstick.

Ashley walked over to a large liquor tray on wheels and poured wine into two long-stemmed crystal goblets.

She watched him move smoothly and experienced an instant affection for Rhett’s handsome brother.

“He’s a ladies’ man. Don’t be taken in by his smooth ways. He goes for anything in skirts.” Rhett, in a snit, was once again pushing her buttons.

“Thank you, kind sir. I like being referred to as ‘anything’.”

“Don’t get cute. You know what I mean. Watch his hands and watch him.”

“You’re being cheeky and bloody silly.” Her patience was wearing thin.

She took the opportunity to check out the large and sumptuous working space at the other end of the oversized room. The black lacquered desk was huge, situated in a rounded corner between two floor-to-ceiling open windows. Silky golden drapes and valances framed the breathtaking view of lights from The Strip, Vegas’s main street of casinos. The ivory-colored shaggy carpeting spread so thick and lush her high heels sank into it. It was a man’s room, large and luxurious, and it reminded her of Rhett.

“Yep, Sweetheart, it’s my office.”

“Okay, Miss Temple, what can I do for you?” Ashley passed her glass over, his fingers brushing hers. “I know you were the last person to see my brother before his breakdown, and for that reason I’ve made the time to speak with you, but I’m remarkably busy. Please tell me why you’re so all fired up to talk with me. I have to admit your message of urgency intrigued me.”

“I appreciate your seeing me. I’m afraid I have rather disturbing news, but Dr. Andrews assured me we would need your help.”

“Dr. Andrews? The bumbling idiot who was the so-called expert your English doctors referred me to? He rambled on like an old fool about rosebushes and time travel and some such nonsense. Let me tell you, I couldn’t get Rhett away from that quack fast enough. Silly old…”

Interrupting Ashley, and for the first time out loud in front of another person, Carrie called on her intimate guest for help.

“Rhett, talk to your brother. I’m off.”

The young man’s body stiffened.

“Ashley, you will listen to me and do not interrupt. Dr. Andrews is not a quack. He is completely correct in what he told you. Don’t look at Carrie that way. I’m speaking, using her voice, but these are my words. Ashley, sit down, you knucklehead, before you fall down.”

Ashley had risen at the change in Carrie’s tone of voice and mannerisms. His face whitened. His mouth moved, but no sounds came out. The glass clutched in his hand tipped and allowed a sudden splash of wine to fall.

“Are you paying attention?” Carrie’s speech deepened further and took on his brother’s exact accent.

At the barked question, Ashley fell over the black leather hassock directly behind him and rolled to the floor. The glass disappeared with him. He scurried, crawling, as far away from the strange woman as possible. He was completely spooked.

“Get over here, you silly fool.” Disgust for the young man’s behaviour became evident. “Settle down and listen. I have no time for this nonsense. I want you to take my body back to Dr. Andrews as soon as it can be arranged. He knows exactly how to undo this mess that Carrie got us into.”

Her voice changed back to her own lovely sound except that it was higher and slightly squeaky.

“Me? Well, I like that. You’re the silly sod who picked up my rose and got yourself pricked. I didn’t force you.” Carrie’s niceness level had been breached. She slapped her hands on her knees and shot to her feet. She stomped three paces, then realized Ashley was scuttling away from her. His eyes were wild and huge. She made herself take a deep breath. Rhett, in the meantime, knowing he’d pushed her too far, took the wisest course. He faded.

“Ashley, your brother is the most aggravating imbecile I have ever had the misfortune to share my body with.”

“You mean there have been others?” Ashley’s face turned paler if that was possible. “I think you’d better leave. You obviously have a problem. I don’t know what you want from me, but I don’t believe I can help you.” He slowly rose to his feet but made sure a good distance separated them.

“Ashley, take out your wallet. Please, just do it. I promise, I won’t touch it. Trust me, I don’t want your money.”

The stunned man did as she asked. He looked at her questioningly.

Carrie ascertained the wallet to be the exact replica of the one Rhett owned.

“When Rhett had this wallet made for you, he designed a secret compartment under the inside flap as a place to conceal extra money. His wallet is the same.”

Ashley sat down, stunned. “How did you know about our wallets?”

“Rhett told me. Didn’t you wonder why there was no money hidden under the flap in his wallet? He coerced me to remove it. Said we’d have need of it, and we did. We used it to come to you for help.”

“Carrie, my love, you’re a genius. We’ve got him.”

Ashley rubbed his stomach as he got slowly to his feet. Carrie sympathized with his actions. She knew the feeling well. Since Rhett had moved in, stomach pains were a daily occurrence.

“I need a drink, a double.” Ashley headed toward the bar, stopped and turned. “Join me?”

“No, I’m fine.” At that moment, Rhett rejoined the fray and demanded, “I’ll have a whiskey, my special brand, and make mine a double, also.”

“What is your special brand?” Ashley whirled around, his finger pointed demandingly at Carrie. His eyes were narrowed, one eyebrow higher than the other.

She smiled sympathetically as Rhett hollered, “For God’s sake! It’s Crown Royal, same as always. As if you didn’t know. Stop being such a disbelieving pain in the ass.”

Ashley’s shoulders slumped. He carried both drinks to the table in front of Carrie. She started to laugh and couldn’t stop. Her infectious giggle caught at Ashley’s funny bone and he joined in. The tension, which only moments ago had permeated the room, dissolved.

The lovely young woman and the handsome man discussed the diabolical miracle that had occurred, while the spirit glowered, frustrated, in the background, and wasn’t allowed out. The double whiskey never passed Carrie’s lips.

***

Carrie explained, in detail, the happenings of the last week, purposely leaving certain personal tidbits of information out. Her calm, detailed account, along with the prior appearances Rhett had made, soon convinced Ashley she was the real deal. “Of course we’ll go back. It’ll take a few days to make the arrangements, but I’ll start first thing in the morning.” Ashley’s attitude was genuine and caring and went a long way toward soothing Carrie’s qualms.

“Where is Rhett’s body now?” Carrie wanted to see him as soon as possible. She needed the assurance that he hadn’t suffered from his long journey, travelling back to the States.

“He’s been living in a secluded care facility. Their reputation is the best in the city. I’ve been up to visit him every day. The doctors here suggested talking to him, trying to stimulate him. I’ve done my best, but nothing has helped. We’ll go early in the morning and get the paperwork started.”

“Ashley, I commend you for the care you’ve given your brother, and for looking after his business interests. I know how important this place is to him. He really does appreciate what you’ve done. He’s just sulking right now.”

“Humph!”

“If he does, it’ll be the first time he’s ever cared about anything I’ve done. Maybe he did when we were younger, but not now.”

“That’s not true. In fact you’re the only one he’s ever cared about.”

Tears welled up in the young man’s eyes as he stared into hers, trying to see into her, inside her, searching.

“You’re saying that for him, aren’t you?”

“No, she’s not,” replied the deeper voice. “I’m saying it for myself. It’s true, kid. You’re the only one who ever mattered to me. In my whole miserable life, you’ve been the one steadfast person I could depend on, who cared if I lived or died. You near drove me crazy when we were kids, following me around everywhere, and you’re still doing it. But had you stopped, my life would have been empty and even more shallow.”

A laughing sob broke from the young man’s lips as he gathered the shaken girl in front of him into his arms and admitted in a broken voice, “I’ve been terribly scared. I thought I’d lost you.”

Carrie rocked him back and forth, patting his back and shushing him like a mother would do to a weeping child.

“Enough of this nonsense.” A brisk voice, coming from Carrie’s lips, was ready to break up the touching scene. The sentiments made him uncomfortable, and Carrie in Ashley’s arms made him jealous. Not because his brother was holding her but because he himself couldn’t.

Chapter Ten

It was three days before they were ready to travel back to England. Arrangements were made for Rhett to sit in a special wheelchair and be strapped into a place across from Carrie and Ashley. They hired a young nurse to travel along, to be with Rhett and watch over him. Her loving glances at the male idol in the chair were a source of entertainment for Ashley and Carrie, but not for Rhett. He called her tender care “incessant familiarity with his person.”

“Hang it all, look at her. The idiotic woman keeps rubbing my lips with goop and running her persistent fingers through my hair. Silly, annoying female! She’s supposed to be here to do nursing stuff like checking my pulse.”

“I imagine she’ll have a fine time getting you ready for bed tonight, undressing you and…”

“Oh-h, no! No way is she getting at me without my clothes on. Carrie? Promise me!”

“Calm down, dearest. I’m teasing. She’ll be returning on the next flight back to America. We’ll have you settled into Dr. Andrews’ house with Ashley’s help. Don’t fuss so.” Her tone of voice sounded suspiciously like the one Gran used when dealing with Granddad.

Her teasing attitude infuriated him. He sensed payback, not realizing this sort of deviltry kept her sane. Especially since he’d been driving her insane for days.

***

By the time their plane landed at Heathrow Airport, Ashley was ready to strangle Rhett’s empty, sleeping body, since he didn’t think it honorable to strangle Carrie. After all she was only Rhett’s container and mouthpiece. Strung out from the tension created by Rhett at his most quarrelsome, he could only imagine how much worse Carrie had it. After all, she had to deal with the explosive energy of his brother’s worry every minute. By her silences he knew conversations were being carried out inside her mind, and by her changing expressions—fierceness followed by calm, then grim determination followed with tenderness—he had no doubt she won most of the battles.

In the talks he’d had with his brother over the last few days, he’d found it disconcerting listening to Rhett’s words while watching Carrie’s mouth form them. He sensed the two were in love and prayed they would have a happy ending. He wouldn’t let on to Carrie, but he was skeptical of their plans and very afraid for them.

When he caught Carrie softly giggling, her face filled with gently glowing adoration, he took solace. But as they got closer to their journey’s end, he noticed her expression mostly mirrored confusion, doubt and worry. They were about to face their future, and it didn’t look promising.

“Carrie, what is it? My brother seems to have made himself scarce these last few hours. Now you look upset.”

“He has. He won’t respond to me at all. He’s doing his disappearing act. I’ve tried to reason with him, but he refuses to discuss it any longer. It’s terribly difficult for someone like him to be confined as he has been. He’s a born boss, a master at managing people and used to being in control. He’s had to either coach me or step in for me many times. I’m rather a pale individual. I tend to just take people and situations as they are and deal with them. Your brother, on the other hand, adjusts events and people, forcing things to suit him. As you say, it’s been rather trying, but a giant lesson for me.”

“Are you sorry it happened?”

“Not for one split second. I love him.” She said the words simply, without flowery speeches, and believability rang in her voice.

“I’m glad. You know, Rhett’s always gotten the short end of the stick. Mother and Scarlett treated him abysmally, as we were growing up, and they still try it on, only he doesn’t put up with it anymore. Father just ignored everyone, so he was no help. Everything Rhett has accomplished happened because of his own grit and determination. He went to Vietnam as an enlisted man and soon earned his stripes and the Bronze Medal for bravery and the Silver Star for saving four men’s lives.”

“He never told me about being in the war.”

“He wouldn’t. He doesn’t talk about it much. He came back and finished his master’s degree in business management, and then he travelled, searching for his permanent place, a settling place. One day, he stopped in Las Vegas and never left. Building the casino, earning the respect of some pretty powerful characters, fulfilled him. He’s the closest to ‘happy’ I’ve ever known him to be.”

Carrie nodded. “He does love Vegas. He’s told me that when he stopped there he felt he’d come home. He originally planned on staying only a couple of nights. But the casinos called to something inside him. There was adventure and business all rolled up in a challenge, he said. Perfect for him.”

“And for me,” Ashley responded. “Life was a lark—a big party, even with all the work, but now suddenly both our lives are a mess. When Father died, Rhett was forced to take his body to England because neither Mother nor Scarlett wanted to go. I said I’d do it, but he felt it was his place as the oldest. Then I got the call from England saying that he’d fallen ill. It seems as if the whole universe is working against us Parks boys. Like we aren’t allowed happiness or success. Does that sound hypersensitive to you?”