Orchid (18 page)

“I'm not any more of an authority on what happens next than you are.”

“I beg your pardon?”

He moved one hand in a vague gesture. “It's not like I do this all the time.”

“You don't?”

“Five hells, what do you think I am?”

“A businessman who amuses himself by playing private investigator on the side?”

His gaze narrowed. “What does my business or my hobby have to do with what happens next in our relationship?”

Somewhere a jelly-ice light went off in Orchid's brain. She plunked her mug down on the table and clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, dear.”

Rafe's jaw tightened. “What the hell does
oh, dear
mean in this context?”

Orchid kept her hand over her mouth in an attempt to conceal her grin. “Nothing,” she mumbled.

“Damn it, Orchid—”

“I wasn't talking about our relationship.” She gulped down more giggles. “I was talking about our investigation. What's our next step?”

“You weren't talking about us?”

“No.” She tried to look blasé. “I should think you'd be relieved to hear that. I'm told men hate relationship discussions.”

“I am.” He frowned. “I do.”

“So, about our investigation?”

He refolded the newspaper with grim, precise movements. “It's not
our
investigation any longer, Orchid. I thought I explained that last night.”

She braced herself for the battle. “You need me. I know you want to keep me out of this, but after last night, you have to admit that you need my focus services.”

“I'll admit your services were useful during that fight, but I'm accustomed to working alone. I'll get by without you.”

“Rafe, you can't just cancel the contract like this.”

He looked amused. “Of course I can.”

“But I'm involved in this thing. I can't walk away from it.”

“That's exactly what you're going to do.”

“No, it is not what I'm going to do. I want to find out what happened to Theo Willis.”

“You don't seem to get the point here, Orchid. I'm firing you.”

She raised her chin. “If you insist, I guess there's not much I can do to stop you.”

“I insist.”

“Very well, then, if that's the way you feel about it.” She got to her feet and picked up the empty toast dish. “I certainly can't force you to allow me to assist you.”

“I'm glad you understand that.” Rafe's expression gentled. “I promise I'll keep you informed of my progress.”

She paused at the doorway of the breakfast room and nodded. “Thank you. That would be extremely helpful.”

“Helpful?”

“Yes. I haven't had a lot of experience with this kind of thing and I'll probably need all the scraps of information you condescend to toss my way.”

“Scraps?”

“If you're really nice to me, I'll return the favor. I'll let you know what I find out, too.”

Rafe surged to his feet. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I thought I'd made myself clear. I'm going to continue the investigation.” She walked into the kitchen. “With or without your help.”

“Come back here, damn it.”

Orchid allowed the kitchen door to swing closed behind her.

It slammed open again just as she set the dishes in the sink. Rafe loomed in the entrance.

“You wouldn't dare,” he said.

“You don't know me very well, do you?” She rinsed the toast dish and reached for a towel. “I've made up my mind. Obviously, I'd rather have you as a partner because you know a lot more about investigative work than I do. But since you insist on firing me, I'll just have to go it alone.”

He took a step toward her. “This is blackmail.”

“Well, I suppose if you want to get technical about it—”

He planted his hands on his hips. “I don't like being manipulated.”

“I'm negotiating, not manipulating. As a businessman, you should know the difference.”

“Orchid, if you think you can get away with this—”

“Don't you dare threaten me. You're the one who hired me under false pretenses.” She flung the towel
aside. “But I'm prepared to overlook that if you'll take me on as a full partner.”

“And if I don't you'll start messing around in this thing on your own, is that it?”

“You got it.” She stretched her arms out on each side and grasped the edge of the counter with both hands. “What do you say? Have we got a deal?”

Rafe did not reply. He gazed at her for a long moment.

Orchid felt the stirring of his talent. The hair on the back of her neck lifted. The hunted sensation flitted across her nerves.

“Try that again and I'll treat you to a real surprise the next time you focus with me,” she said.

“What makes you think I'll ever focus with you again?”

“How can you resist? I'm the best prism you've ever had. Admit it.”

He stalked across the kitchen and pinned her against the counter. “You're right.” His eyes gleamed as he cradled her face between his hands. “You are the best prism I've ever had.”

The blatant, predatory sexuality in his eyes sent a shiver through her.

“You were pretty good, yourself,” she managed.

“I love it when you talk dirty. You know something? I think you're going to drive me crazy before this is all over.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

“Should be interesting, if nothing else.” The hunted sensation faded but the glitter in Rafe's eyes did not. “So you want to be partners?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,
partner
, I need a date for tomorrow night. The least you can do is help me out.”

She touched the tip of her tongue to the corner of her mouth. Every instinct she possessed was on full alert. “A date?”

“For my grandfather's birthday party.”

Orchid relaxed slightly. “Oh, a birthday party.”

“Don't get the wrong idea here. We're not talking a cake and some jelly-ice candles. Alfred G.'s party is a very big deal. Every member of the family will be there, including cousin Selby. Also, every politician in the city-state who wants a campaign contribution will attend. As will most of Stonebraker's business associates and a sizable portion of the membership of the Founders' Club.”

“And you can't get a
real
date for a major social event like that?”

“You're real enough.” He bent his head. His mouth hovered an inch above hers.

“Okay, partner. I'll go as your date. But only if you agree to do the same favor for me.”

His eyes darkened. “You need a date?”

“In five days' time. For a family wedding in North-ville.”

“Deal.” His mouth closed over hers.

She felt the fierce, prowling, hungry passion in him. It was as strong as it had been last night, but this morning it was all mixed up with anger, seething frustration, and some other emotions she could not name.

But she knew that she had won. They were partners now. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back, just as fiercely.

Two hours later, after taking his new
partner
back to her apartment, Rafe stalked back into his own house. He went immediately into his study, grabbed the phone, and punched out Hobart Batt's number.

Hobart came on the line at once, sounding anxious. “Good morning, Mr. Stonebraker. I realize you're calling to check on progress. Unfortunately I still have not been able to come up with a good match. But rest assured, I'm working on the problem.”

“You told me that through the matchmakers' multiple listing service Synergistic Connections had access to the
files of everyone who is currently registered in New Seattle.”

“We do. Believe me, Mr. Stonebraker, I've checked the MLS listings several times. I've also thoroughly checked the computer files of our offices in New Vancouver and New Portland. I regret to inform you—”

“Have you heard of a marriage agency called Affinity Associates?”

“Affinity?” A note of alarm entered Hobart's voice. “Yes. It's located here in New Seattle. But it's a very small operation, Mr. Stonebraker. If you're thinking of switching your registration to Affinity, I must warn you that, even though they have access to the MLS, they lack the resources and extensive expertise of a large agency such as ours.”

“Listen, Batt—”

“Given your rather extraordinary paranormal profile, I feel that we are far better equipped to handle you.”

Rafe hung on to his patience with an effort. “I'm not talking about moving my account to Affinity. I want you to check with them about one of their clients, Miss Orchid Adams. She registered with Affinity a little over a year ago.”

“I see. In that case, I'm sure she would be in the multiple listing service. If you're thinking that we might have somehow overlooked her as a potential match for you, I can assure you—”

“She's got a very unusual paranormal profile. It's possible that Affinity did not properly assess her.” Rafe paused deliberately. “Lacking the resources and expertise of a big firm such as Synergistic Connections and all, maybe they just screwed up her whole damn registration.”

Hobart heaved a stoic sigh. “I'll look into it, sir.”

“You do that, Batt. Or I
will
start thinking about switching my registration to another agency.” Rafe tossed the phone back into its cradle.

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the darkened
screen of his computer. The silence of the big house settled around him.

He had set out to hunt himself a wife and he had found the one he wanted. He could not believe that they were not a good match. Affinity Associates had fouled up the registration. It was the only possible answer.

In the meantime, he had other problems. He picked up the phone again and dialed Dr. Quentin Austen's office number. The receptionist sounded bored. He could hear the occasional snap of her gum.

“I'm sorry, Dr. Austen is not available. If this is an emergency, I can recommend another syn-psych doctor.”

“I don't want a professional consultation. This is a business matter.”

Gum snapped loudly. “What kind of business?”

“Tell Dr. Austen that it concerns one of his recent investments.”

He hung up the phone before the receptionist could ask any more questions. He was satisfied that Quentin Austen would call soon. He had discovered long ago that people tended to return phone calls that involved money.

That thought reminded him that he still had a business to run. He reached out, switched on the computer, and settled down to brood over the Synergy Fund's extensive stock market portfolio.

The technology sector was doing well, but it was time to unload some of the fund's retail stocks. He could sense a coming shift in the market. The dip would be minor, but he did not want to be caught in it.

Chapter
10
 

At ten o'clock the following evening Orchid allowed Rafe to lead her out onto one of many terraces that surrounded Stonebraker House. She took a deep breath of the scented air and popped a flaky little pastry stuffed with spiced crab-ster into her mouth. It was her third in ten minutes.

She had discovered the pastries a short while ago after having worked her way through a buffet table filled with exquisitely prepared hors d'oeuvres. At first she had worried that she did not have any room left for the spicy crab-ster tidbits, but she had managed, with a serious effort of willpower, to find space.

All in all, Orchid was surprised to discover that she felt right at home at Alfred G. Stonebraker's birthday party. It was not all that different from the faculty receptions her parents used to drag her to back in Northville. She sensed the same subtle, behind-the-scenes maneuvering, the same political machinations, and the same family tensions hovering just beneath the surface.

The biggest difference here was that almost no one wore white.

The glass-walled room behind her was filled with elegantly dressed men and women who sipped expensive blue champagne while they discussed social gossip, business, and fashionable gallery openings. The strains of a tango-waltz played gently in the background. Down below the terrace a series of artfully arranged colored lanterns had turned the expansive gardens into a shadow-filled wonderland.

She glanced at Rafe. He was a solid shadow beside her. She had to admit that the man looked incredibly sexy in his formal black evening clothes. The austere style emphasized the aura of quiet power, both physical and paranormal, that was so much a part of him. The light from a jelly-ice lantern gleamed on his near-black hair and highlighted the fascinating sweep of his cheekbones. His eyes gleamed with the lazily watchful, enigmatic expression that betrayed the depths of his strat-talent nature.

His mouth quirked as he watched her munch the stuffed pastry. “Having a good time?”