Read Novels: The Law is a Lady Online
Authors: Nora Roberts
Novels: The Law is a Lady (19 page)
"Yes, I know." Hearing her own clipped response, Tory took a mental step back. "I don't suppose it was easy for you to say goodbye to Marlie," she said more gently.
"I'll miss her some," he admitted, still watching Tory critically. "We had fun together."
His words were so calm that Tory tilted her head as she studied him. "I was afraid you'd fallen in love with her."
"In love with her?" He let out a hoot of laughter. "Shoot, I ain't ready for that. No way."
"Sometimes being ready doesn't make any difference," Tory muttered. "Well," she said more briskly, "since you're not crying in your beer, why don't we go over some things? I'd like to be in Albuquerque before the end of the week."
"Ah...yeah, sure." Merle glanced around the empty street. "I gotta talk to somebody first over at, urn...the hotel," he announced. "Be right back."
Tory shot him an exasperated glance as he loped across the street. "Well," she murmured, "some things never change." Deciding she could spend the time packing her books and papers, Tory walked into the office.
Seated at her desk, casually examining the .45, was Phil Kincaid. She stopped dead, gaping at him.
"Sheriff," he said mildly, giving the barrel an idle spin.
"Phil." She found her voice, barely. "What are you doing here?"
He didn't rise, but propped his feet up on the desk instead. "I forgot something. Did you know you didn't unload this thing last night?"
She didn't even glance at the gun, but stood rooted to the spot. "I thought you'd left hours ago."
"Did you?" He gave her a long, steady look. The cold water and makeup had helped, but he knew her face intimately. "I did," he agreed after a moment. "I came back."
"Oh." So now she would have to deal with the goodbye a second time. Tory ignored the ache in her stomach and smiled. "What did you forget?"
"I owe you something," he said softly. The gesture with the gun was very subtle, but clear enough.
Only partially amused, Tory lifted a brow. "Let's call it even," she suggested. Wanting to busy her hands, she went to the shelf near the desk to draw out her books.
"No," he said mildly. "I don't think so. Turn around, Sheriff."
Annoyance was the least painful of her emotions, so Tory let it out. "Look, Phil—"
"In the cell," he interrupted. "I can recommend the first one."
"You're out of your mind." With a thud she dropped the books. "If that thing's loaded, you could hurt someone."
"I have some things to say to you," he continued calmly. "In there." Again he gestured toward the cell.
Her hands went to her hips. "All right, Kincaid, I'm still sheriff here. The penalty for armed assault on a peace officer—'' "Shut up and get in," Phil ordered. "You can take that gun," Tory began dangerously, "and —"
Her suggestion was cut off when Phil grabbed her arm and hauled her into a cell. Stepping in with her, he pulled the door shut with a shattering clang.
"You
idiot!"
Impotently, Tory gave the locked door a furious jerk. ' 'Now just how the hell arc we supposed to get out?"
Phil settled comfortably on the bunk, propped on one elbow, with the gun lowered toward the floor. It was just as empty as it had been when Tory had bluffed him. "I haven't anyplace better to go."
Fists on hips, Tory whirled. ' 'Just what is this all about, Kincaid?" she demanded. "You're supposed to be halfway to L.A.; instead you're propped up at my desk. Instead of a reasonable explanation, you throw that gun around like some two-bit hood—''
"I thought I did it with such finesse," he complained, frowning at the object under discussion. "Of course, I'd rather have a piece with a bit more style." He grinned up at her. "Pearl handle, maybe."
"Do you have to behave like such a fool?"
"I suppose."
"When this is over, you're going to find yourself locked up for months. Years, if I can manage it," she added, turning to tug uselessly on the bars again.
"That won't work," he told her amiably. "I shook them like crazy a few months ago."
Ignoring him, Tory stalked to the window. Not a soul on the street. She debated swallowing her pride and calling out. It would look terrific, she thought grimly, to have the sheriff shouting to be let out of one of her own cells. If she waited for Merle, at least she could make him swear to secrecy.
"All right, Kincaid," she said between her teeth. "Let's have it. Why are you here and why the devil are we locked in the cell?"
He glanced down at the gun again, then set it on the edge of the bunk. Automatically, Tory judged the distance. "Because," and his voice had altered enough to lure her eyes to his, "I found myself in an impossible situation."
At those words Tory felt her heart come to a stop, then begin again at a furious rate. Cautiously she warned herself not to read anything into the statement. True, she remembered his use of the phrase when talking about love, but it didn't follow that he meant the same thing now.
"Oh?" she managed, and praised herself for a brilliant response.
' 'Oh?'"
Phil pushed himself off the bunk in a quick move. "Is that all you can say? I got twenty miles out of town," he went on in sudden fury. "I told myself that was it. You wanted—I wanted—a simple transient relationship. No complications. We'd enjoyed each other; it was over."
Tory swallowed. "Yes, we'd agreed—"
"The hell with what we agreed." Phil grabbed her shoulders, shaking her until her mouth dropped open in shock. "It got complicated. It got very, very complicated." Releasing her abruptly, he began to pace the cell he had locked them both into,
' 'Twenty miles out of town," he repeated, "and I couldn't make it. Even last night I told myself it was all for the best. You'd go your way, I'd go mine. We'd both have some great memories." He turned to her then; although his voice lowered, it was no calmer. "Damn it, Tory, I want more than memories of you. I need more. You didn't want this to happen, I know that." Agitated, he ran a hand through his hair, while she said nothing. "I didn't want it, either, or thought I didn't. I'm not sure anymore. It might have been the first minute I walked in here, or that day at the cemetery. It might have been that night at the lake or a hundred other times. I don't know when it happened, why it happened." He shook his head as though it was a problem he'd struggled with and ultimately given up on. "I only know I love you. And God knows I can't leave you. I tried—I can't."
With a shuddering sigh Tory walked back to the bars and rested her head against them. The headache she had awoken with was now a whirling dizziness. A minute, she told herself. I just need a minute to take it in.
"I know you've got a life in Albuquerque," Phil continued, fighting against the fluttering panic in his stomach. "1 know you've got a career that's important to you. It isn't something I'm asking you to choose between. There are ways to balance things if people want to badly enough. I broke the rules; I'm willing to make the adjustments."
"Adjustments..." Tory managed before she turned back to him.
"I can live in Albuquerque," he told her as he crossed the cell. "That won't stop me from making movies." '
'The studio—"
"I'll buy a plane and commute," he said quickly. "It's been done before."
"A plane." With a little laugh she walked away, dragging a hand through her hair. "A plane."
"Yes, damn it, a plane." Her reaction was nothing that he had expected. The panic grew. "You didn't want me to go," he began in defense, in fury. "You've been crying. I can tell."
A bit steadier, Tory faced him again. "Yes, I cried. No, I didn't want you to go. Still, I thought it was best for both of us."
"Why?"
"It wouldn't be easy, juggling two careers and one relationship."
"Marriage," he corrected firmly. "Marriage, Tory. The whole ball of wax. Kids, too. I want you to have my children." He saw the change in her eyes—shock, fear? Unable to identify it, Phil went to her again. "I said I love you." Again he took her by the shoulders. This time he didn't shake her but held her almost tentatively. "I have to know what you feel for me."
She spent a moment simply looking into his eyes. Loved her? Yes, she realized with something like a jolt.
She could see it. It was real. And more, he was hurting because he wasn't sure. Doubts melted away. "I've been in an impossible situation, I think, from the first moment Merle hauled you in here."
She felt his fingers tense, then relax again. "Are you sure?' he asked, fighting the need to drag her against him.
"That I'm in love with you?" For the first time a ghost of a smile hovered around her mouth. "Sure enough that I nearly died when I thought you were leaving me. Sure enough that I was going to let you go because I'm just as stupid as you are."
His hands dove into her hair. "Stupid?" he repeated, drawing her closer.
"'He needs his own life. We agreed not to complicate things. He'd hate it if I begged him to stay.'" She smiled more fully. "Sound familiar?"
"With a slight change in the personal pronoun." Phil pulled her close just to hold her.
Mine,
they thought simultaneously, then clung. "Ah, Tory, last night was so wonderful—and so terrible."
"I know, thinking it was the last time." She drew back only enough so their mouths could meet. "I've been giving some thought to it for a while," she murmured, then lost the trend of thought as they kissed again.
"To what?"
"To...oh, to moving to the coast."
Framing her face with his hands, Phil tilted it to his. "You don't have to do that. I told you, I can—"
"Buy a plane," she finished on a laugh. "And I'm sure you can. But I have given some thought lately to moving on. Why not California?"
"We'll work that out."
"Eventually," she agreed, drawing his mouth back to hers.
"Tory." He held her off a moment, his eyes serious again. "Are you going to marry me?"
She considered a moment, letting her fingers twine in his hair. "It might be wise," she decided, "since we're going to have those kids."
"When?"
"It takes nine months," she reminded him. "Marriage," he corrected, nipping her bottom lip. "Well, after you've served your sentence... about three months." "Sentence?"
"Illegal use of a handgun, accosting a peace officer, improper use of a correctional facility..." She shrugged, giving him her dashing grin. ' 'Time off for good behavior, you should be out in no time. Remember, I'm still sheriff here, Kincaid."
"The hell you are." Pulling the badge from her blouse, he tossed it through the bars of the window.
"Besides, you'll never make it stick."
