Standing in the Shadows (McClouds & Friends #2)(126)

She headed to the chest of drawers next to the bed, pretending he wasn't right there, at arm's length, staring at her. She pulled out white cotton briefs that looked like they came three in a pack from Kmart. She pulled on a pair of baggy sweatpants. An oversized T-shirt. A fleece pullover. She tugged thick white athletic socks onto her feet.

She was trying to look sexless. What a joke. He would have laughed, but if he let himself laugh he might start to cry again, and he couldn't risk it. He waited until he could trust his voice to be steady.

"Nick called you this morning. That's why you broke your promise." He tried to make his tone neutral, but it came out accusatory anyway.

She nodded, and padded across the room to the kitchen nook. She rummaged in a drawer until she came up with a garbage bag.

"What did he tell you? That I'm crazy? Delusional?"

She struggled with the bag until it opened, and went to the table, still ignoring him. She scooped spilled sugar off the tabletop and into the bag with her hand. She gathered up the crushed dried flowers.

Tension built inside him. "Answer me, Erin. What did he tell you?"

She let out a long, shaky sigh, sank down onto her knees, and began to gather up the shards of the ceramic teapot and the vase. "He told me Novak was dead. That you knew that he'd been spotted in France. That the police there have been moving in on him for days."

"Sure, he told me, but I didn't believe it. Novak is—"

"Was. Novak was. He is dead, Connor. Blown up. They're sure it's him, based on dental records, the missing fingers. The DNA tests will follow, but they're just to confirm it. He's dead. It's over."

He shook his head. "No way. Too many things don't fit."

"That's what Nick told me you would say," Erin said.

He forced himself to say it, and the words came out rough and halting. "Did he tell you that I'm a murderer, too?"

"He said you were a suspect," she corrected. "Not a murderer."

"And do you think I did it?"

She shook her head, unhesitating. "Not in a million years."

She tossed all the broken crockery into the bag, and reached under the sink for a dustpan and whisk broom. Every gesture was brisk and efficient. Trying as always to make order out of chaos.

But this time, he was the chaos.

"What else did he tell you, Erin?" he demanded.

Erin dragged the plastic bag over to the ruined dress and stuffed it inside. "He told me I should keep my distance from you. So that I wouldn't get hurt. But surprise, surprise. I couldn't."

"I would never hurt you," he said.

"You already have." She dragged the clinking garbage bag behind her, and knelt in front of him, flinging the balled up stockings into it. She flung the shoes in after them, jerked the neck of the bag up, knotted it. "In any case, it's over. This whole bodyguard trip of yours, I mean. Try to see it from my point of view, Connor. I truly do believe that your intentions were good, but—"

"Do… not… pity… me." He bit the words out.

She threw her head back and dashed away angry tears with the back of her hand. "OK, fine. No pity, no mercy, no masks. I'm going back to Mueller's tomorrow to appraise some new acquisitions for him. Since we're being so pitiless and all, I thought you should know."

He was on his feet and clutching her shoulders in an instant. "No. Erin. You can't! You can't go back there!"

"Why not?" she yelled. "He's just a guy who likes Celtic relics! He also happens to be attracted to me. Big deal, Connor! This may come as a shock to you, but he's not the first man who has ever shown an interest in me. I've said no to quite a few men in my lifetime. Who cares? Get over it!" She wrenched herself out of his grip.

There was no reasoning with this breathless, clawing panic. This went beyond jealousy. This was flat-out nuts. "But I've seen things that I can't explain any other way," he pleaded. "Someone is stalking your family, Erin. I'm convinced of it, and if you would just—"

"No! I have had enough!" She backed away, holding up her hands. "I can't stand this anymore. I do not need your protection. I love you, and I appreciate what you did for Cindy, but I do not need you to save me! If you keep insisting on this, you're going to drive me crazy, too!"

Her words reverberated in the sudden silence. He saw from her face that she regretted them the instant they left her mouth. "Oh, God, Connor. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that you… I don't think you're—"

"Crazy," he said heavily. "Too late. You said it. I heard it. You can't take it back. If that's really what you think of me, then… then there's nothing more to say."

Tears slid down her face. She covered her mouth with her hands. Her shoulders shook. "Oh, God. This is awful."

"Yeah," he agreed. He grabbed his coat and tried to move towards the door. His feet were made of lead. "Uh, Erin."

"What?" Her voice was a wary thread of sound.

"If you ever have cared about me at all, do me one favor. Please."

She nodded.

"Take someone you trust with you when you go to Mueller's house. Don't go there alone. Please."