Rise of the Billionaire (33 page)

In spite of the added challenge of a small town, Piper took to following the
Honorable
Judge Randall A. Lions. He ate regularly in the diner, and this became the best way to learn more about him. The wait staff was straight out of a movie, with their pale blue polyester uniforms and frilly white aprons. One waitress in particular always captivated Piper. Her name tag read “Betty” and Piper overheard her say that she had worked there for over ten years. Doing a job like that for so long had given Betty a very acute sense of people.

After two weeks of what Piper was calling surveillance, she felt as though she had learned a lot. The judge seemed to be well-liked by those who frequented the diner, but he only noticed the people who came right up to greet him. If you stayed in his peripheral and acted as though he was not there then he would ignore you. To Piper it seemed like your run-of-the-mill above-the-law narcissism. Another nausea inducing quality of the judge was the way he ate eggs sloppily; it never failed to turn Piper’s stomach. On occasion she would catch Betty's eye and they would both realize they were wearing the same expression of disgust. They’d smirk and turn their gazes quickly in opposite directions.

The judge was regimented about his time which, thankfully, made following him relatively easy. He frequented the diner, the bank, the Italian restaurant, the back door of the Blue Fox Motel on Tuesdays, and, of course, the courthouse. The rest of his time was spent at home. His house was beautifully landscaped, and about seven blocks from Piper’s. This was where she was most apprehensive about watching him because she struggled to blend into the scenery of his quiet neighborhood. She had taken to posing as a jogger, which, even though she was thin, was clearly a stretch. Her stamina left a lot to be desired. But the exhaustion proved worth it when she caught a glimpse of the judge’s wife one morning. She was a stunning woman with dark black hair, exotic features, and an amazing figure. Piper assumed she was somewhere around fifty, but could easily pass for thirty-five. The judge, she had learned from public records, was sixty-six. Seeing Mrs. Lions infuriated Piper. She could never understand why men cheat, but especially why they cheat on beautiful women.

While jotting some notes about the judge’s schedule in her tattered black notebook, Piper heard the bell over the door of the diner jingle as a man entered. He was someone she hadn’t seen during her weeks at the diner, and she found herself intrigued. After a couple days perched in one seat you tended to see the same people, so a stranger was interesting.

The man was tall and too thin for Piper’s taste, though, to be honest, she didn’t think she had a taste in men. Her past had made men as a whole seem rather repulsive. He looked like someone recovering from the flu in need of rest and food. Outside of that, he was beguiling enough in his own way to pique her curiosity, and she continued to watch him. His hair was dark, almost black, and cut short in a military style. He had great posture, and Piper thought perhaps he was a soldier who had mastered standing at attention. There didn’t seem to be anything extraordinary about this man, but for some reason Piper was captivated by him. She watched him the way you might watch a child who’s been accidently separated from his parents in a crowd—watching to make sure he found his way. This man seemed lost in some way, and Piper stared, waiting to see if he’d find what he was looking for.

Betty jumped up from the stool where she sat counting her tips when she saw him enter. “Bobby you look like you’ve been running all over hell’s half acre.” For a moment Betty looked like she might throw her arms around him, but instead she slapped him across the shoulder.

“Oh come on Betty, don’t give me any shit. I’ve been laying low for a while, waiting for this whole thing to blow over. Can I get something to eat or what?” Bobby scanned the diner as if to make sure whoever he was avoiding while laying low wasn’t present.

“You have nothing to feel bad about. It could have happened to any cop on the force. Two week suspension is malarkey. I’d’ve gone right in there and given that captain a piece of my mind if I didn’t think those crooked bastards would be in here shutting the diner down the very next day. You keep your chin up, and I’ll get you the usual.” Betty was halfway in the kitchen as she finished her sentence and Bobby had no time to retort. His face was flush with embarrassment, and he sulked over to the corner booth where Piper was sitting.

He didn’t notice Piper until he was almost ready to sit across from her. There were plenty of other empty booths, so she looked annoyed as she said, “Excuse me.” The man seemed to wake from a dream and shot back an equally irritated and confused look.

“This is my booth. You’re in my booth.” He stood waiting for the girl to gather her things and move. When no attempt was made, he backed away more aggravated.

“I’ve been sitting here for the last couple weeks,” she croaked at him. Piper thought to herself,
what kind of weirdo has his own booth and expects people to get up when he comes in
?

“That’s because I haven’t been here for the last couple weeks, but for five years I’ve been sitting here every morning for breakfast. So yeah, it’s my booth. But whatever, I don’t need this today.” He slinked into the adjacent booth as Betty re-emerged from the kitchen and immediately read the scene.

“Oh Bobby, get over it. It’s just a seat and this young lady has been a loyal customer, as loyal as you or Judge Lions. Like clockwork.” At the sound of these words Piper’s cheeks pinked. Had she been so obvious with her attempts at surveillance that a waitress could spot her motives?

“Fine,” Bobby mumbled. “I just want to get my life back to normal as soon as possible. My suspension is over, and I’m back on duty this morning. I was hoping that two weeks of being gone wouldn’t mean my whole life would be upside down.” He peppered the eggs Betty had brought him and moved them around his plate like a pouting child.

Betty smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder. “Well you weren’t suspended from the diner, and in the words of a wise man ‘move your feet, lose your seat.’” She leaned in and whispered loud enough for Piper to hear. “It’s going to be all right Bobby, and if it means that much to you, go sit with her.” He rolled his eyes up at Betty and put his hand over hers that rested now on his shoulder. He let the firmness in his jaw relax slightly but stopped short of smiling.

For no apparent reason, and without much thought, Piper was intrigued enough to chat with this man. “So what did you do? You know, what got you suspended?” Initiating a conversation with a stranger was completely out of character for Piper. She hated small talk. Why, she wondered, was she even bothering to talk to this guy?

“Who the hell are you?” he barked, and Piper shrank back, not expecting that degree of harshness from a man with such warm brown eyes. If this had been two years ago, if she had been back home still living her own life, then this man would have been in for the tongue-lashing of the century. She would have gone up one side of him and down the other, spouting expletives he probably had never heard before. But things were different now. Just like she had worked hard to lose her accent, she had worked hard to control her temper. Where she was from it was a weapon that proved necessary, but here all it would do was turn heads her way.

“Nobody,” she whispered. “You can have your seat back.” She was painfully aware of how drawing attention would undermine what she was doing here in the first place. She grabbed her things, left money on the table for Betty and hustled past him. He called something out, but Piper was already under the jingling bell of the door.

Bobby reluctantly peeled himself from the booth and jogged out to catch her.

“Wait,” he called out to the girl as she crossed the street. He saw her turn and look back toward him and then increase her pace slightly. He was a high school track star and one of the fastest men in his class at the police academy. There was no way she was going to out run him. He hadn’t been a perfect gentleman, but he wasn’t so rude that she needed to run away. This all seemed a little extreme to him.

As he jogged up behind her she stopped abruptly, looking completely frazzled by his presence.

“What?” she asked, clutching her notebook tightly to her chest. She worried that perhaps he had glimpsed her notes or maybe Betty had tipped him off to her peculiar behavior.

Bobby ran his hands over the bristly stubble that covered his cheek and sighed loudly, looking utterly overwhelmed. “I’m sorry I was short with you. I’m not having a great couple of weeks.” Piper caught a glimpse of his flexed bicep and felt herself drawn to it, staring for a moment. He stood nearly a foot taller than she was but, unlike some men of that size, he was warm not intimidating. He was the kind of man that made you feel safer when he was around. It was clear the blustery rudeness he had just exhibited was not his normal temperament. His face was tired but too gentle for that to be true. Still, Piper wasn’t interested in his apology.

“All right,” she snapped curtly, and began to turn away from him.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say? I’m trying to apologize here.” He may have chased after her partially out of guilt but also because she was captivating. Not gorgeous, not exotic, but there was something fascinating about her. His curiosity, however, was waning as her rudeness seemed to grow. He had thought that he might be able to redeem himself by the over-the-top gesture of running after her and apologizing. He was wrong. Much like the rest of his life right now, things weren’t going as he had imagined.

He watched her impatiently tuck her silky brown hair behind her ear and he realized that maybe he had misread her. Back in the diner he thought her murky dark-brown eyes had been calling out to him in a haunting way. She seemed to have a depth that he had struggled to find in anyone lately. Maybe at first she seemed like something beautiful that had been knocked down and was waiting to be picked up and dusted off. Now standing on the sidewalk, with no words passing between them, he felt silly.

“Well, I guess that’s it then,” he said awkwardly, turning on his heels. It wasn’t usually hard for Piper to watch anyone walk away from her. She normally found herself relieved to be alone. This felt different. She had to stifle a little tug at her heart as she watched this man leave, and all that did was annoy her. She didn’t need butterflies in her stomach; she needed ice in her veins.

Piper didn’t like the way he looked at her penetratingly, like he could see something that others couldn’t—the heaviness she carried. Starting right now he would be someone she’d need to avoid.

End of Chapter One

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The Highlander’s Hope – A Contemporary Highland Romance

Book 1

Cali MacKay

Chapter One

Dust danced upon the shards of light that pierced the ancient hall of the library archives. As if calling out to her, the words on the page taunted and teased, daring Catriona to find the secret they had long held safe.
One would think it a simple letter between lovers torn apart at a time of war. However, Cat saw the clues woven through the endearments. She was one step closer to solving a centuries-old mystery and finding a priceless treasure.

The pounding of her heart competed with the flutters in her stomach.
It could be a historic find of epic proportions, and yet it was so much more than that to her, having been raised on her grandmother’s stories of highland heroes and ancient lands. 

The Highlander’s Hope
.  A necklace crusted with emeralds, diamonds and sapphires, it had once been destined to fund the Scottish rising against the English.  But that was before the battle of Culloden shattered Scotland’s dreams of retaking the English throne, and the necklace was lost.

Cat was now one step closer.  All she had to do was piece the puzzle together and find the Hope.

***

“Crap!”  Cat maneuvered her car to the edge of the narrow road, with the growing suspicion that the flopping sound killing the rhythm of her music meant she had a flat tire. 

Being late for her appointment with Callum MacCraigh could ruin everything, and she was still hours away from the highland town of Dunmuir.  Everything hinged on getting access to the MacCraigh estate and family records, and without the clan’s cooperation, she’d never find the jewels. 

Having left at the crack of dawn, she’d already been on the road most of the day, the drive from Cambridge to the north of Scotland long enough for her butt to have gone numb hours ago. 

Muttering curses under her breath, she pulled her hoodie up over her head and stepped out into the pouring rain.  Luckily she had a spare, even if she’d never had the occasion to change one.  Couldn’t be that difficult to get the blasted thing on.

She hauled the tiny spare out from the back of her car, relieved to see that, at the very least, it was inflated, and then grabbed the metal doohickey for undoing the nuts.  With the opening fitted over one of the bolts holding her flat hostage, she grabbed the metal arm and yanked with all her might.  A muscle in her back twitched in protest as she strained in effort, but to no avail.  Was it rusted or had years of gunk and grime cemented it in place?