Barefoot in the Sun (Barefoot Bay)(52)

“Can I just go in your room again, Dad? I’ll be really quiet.”

Whoa.

“No, that’s not a good idea, son.”

“Dad, please. I’m so excited about the dog that I can’t sleep and I’m starting to get really nervous.”

“You’ll be fine.”

Zoe could hear tension in Oliver’s voice and didn’t want him to be in this bind. She rolled out of the bed, tiptoeing toward the bathroom.

“Dad, I’m scared I can’t take care of him or something will happen or Mom will hate him or…” The litany of Evan’s fears quieted when she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door silently, grabbing the clothes she’d worn over here.

Now what? She could hardly get out without being seen.

She opened the door a crack and listened. Evan’s voice had risen to a soft whine and she could hear him sniffing back tears.

“Just a second, son. Wait here.” Oliver came into the bedroom and Zoe inched the bathroom door a little wider.

“Pssst.”

He looked over and saw her, pointing over his shoulder toward the living room and giving her a “What can I do?” shrug.

“Should I leave?” she whispered.

For a moment he looked at her, and even in the dim light she could see something unreadable and confusing in his expression. He looked sad, not amused at the slightly comedic situation. No, he looked like a man disappointed by far more than his child’s nighttime problems putting a crimp in the plans.

“Yes,” he said simply, the one word like a block of ice. “You should leave.”

Zoe blinked at him, not quite believing what she heard. Just because Evan was awake? “Oh, okay.” She stepped out of the bathroom dressed in the shorts and T-shirt she’d been in all day, the bottom strands of her hair still damp from the shower dribbling cold water down her arms.

He didn’t move, but stared at her, that look so…harsh.

“Dad, please, can I come in?”

“I’ll go out the patio and climb the fence,” she said.

He shook his head. “I’ll take him upstairs and you can leave.”

Something about his face, his words. Something was wrong. “What’s the matter?”

He didn’t say, just stared.

“Oliver, what’s the matter?”

He shook his head, almost as if he couldn’t speak.

She frowned, stepping closer, hoping with her whole being that he’d pull her into a kiss, whisper that she should wait so they could have that long night of holding each other they both wanted and needed so badly.

But his expression was raw and icy.

“Dad!”

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Daddy!”

“I’m coming, Evan.” He took a step back, his face pale and angry and hurt. That was what he was—truly, truly hurt. “You’d better leave, Zoe.”

He backed out of the room, leaving her paralyzed with disbelief. She didn’t move until she heard his footsteps on the stairs and his voice fading as he walked his son back to bed.

She stared at the door, stunned. Did Oliver really want her to leave? After all this time he’d been trying to get her to stay?

She listened for the voice and the usual mental instructions, but her head was as silent as a balloon midflight. She didn’t want to run tonight. She wanted to stay and tell him everything, no matter what he had to do tomorrow. She wanted to…

You’d better leave.

At the echo of his command, she quietly walked through the villa, opening and closing the front door without making a sound except for her soft gulp as she swallowed back a lump of tears.

It was warm and clear, and the last thing Zoe wanted to do was go back to that bungalow and feel utterly and completely alone. Instead of rounding the path and picking her way through the gardens, she walked down to the water, drawn to the moon-drenched Gulf of Mexico and the cool sands of Barefoot Bay.

She kicked off her flip-flops and made her way across the beach, inhaling the salty air and counting the stars that seemed to multiply the longer she looked at the heavens.

The moon was just about cut in half, bright enough to cast shadows and highlight the beachside tables and chairs on the pool patio of Casa Blanca’s main building. Those were new, she thought, since the restaurant hadn’t opened yet and Elijah’s arrival had put a delay in Lacey’s poolside decorating efforts.

Maybe she could sit up there and lick her wounds.

About twenty feet from the tables, Zoe heard a voice.

Was someone out here? Up by the tables?

Her heart rate increased, and she suddenly realized how vulnerable she was, despite the safety of Barefoot Bay and the security of the resort. But someone was definitely out there.

From the unfinished patio restaurant, she heard the low tenor of a man, the softer high pitch of a woman.

“You can’t do that!” The woman’s voice got lifted by the Gulf breeze, the cry serious enough for Zoe to pick up her pace and begin walking toward the patio, cocking her head to hear more. If the discussion seemed benign, she’d slip away without being seen. But if someone was hurt…

Stepping into the shadows near a side entrance, Zoe slowed her step when she heard the woman sob.

“What will I do if you leave? I don’t want to live without you.”

Oh, a lovers’ quarrel. Join the club, lady.

“You have to decide what matters to you, Glo.”

Glo…that would be Gloria Vail, an employee in the spa, so the man must be—holy shit. The sheriff, Slade Garrison.

Zoe stayed still now, hidden by a low wall near the side entrance but able to hear the voices from the patio.

“My family matters and you matter,” Gloria replied. “But…”

“But what?” Slade’s voice rose with frustration, pulling more empathy from Zoe. Was there a bad moon rising over Barefoot Bay tonight?

She glanced around, looking for an escape route. Just then, one of the chairs scraped over the pavers, and Slade got up and walked to the railing to look out at the water, making it impossible for Zoe to escape unnoticed. She had to stay perfectly still in the shadows.

“I know what’s going on in your head, Gloria. You think Charity is right.”

“I don’t,” she replied. “Not…really.”

Eeesh, yes she did. Whatever they were fighting about, Glo agreed with Charity; anyone could tell from that response.

Slade certainly could, because he turned and even in the dim light Zoe could see the hurt look he gave Gloria. “Well, I have news for you, Glo. That’s about to change.”

“What is?”

“My career.”

Now Gloria stood, making it even more difficult for Zoe to move. She really didn’t want to get busted eavesdropping on this conversation. Couldn’t they go inside or walk the beach?

“What’s going on?” Gloria asked, coming up next to him.

Zoe could see their silhouette against the moonlight. They stood face to face, leaning toward each other like they couldn’t resist the pull. Why did people who loved each other fight it so much, she wondered, lost for a moment in the image of the handsome young deputy and the hairdresser who loved him.

“I’m going to be a good catch. You’ll see.”

He was a great catch, Zoe wanted to call out. Good looking, well respected, and he carried a big gun. What did Gloria want? Or what did that old bat Charity want?

“It isn’t going to be speeding tickets and expired car tags anymore,” he said.

“Don’t take that transfer,” Gloria pleaded. “Working in Orlando is going to be dangerous. And so far.”

“Well, hell, I want the job in Naples, but I don’t have the record they’re looking for. Although…”

“Although what?”

He didn’t answer right away, then, “Look, I can’t give you the details because it’s big, but I really think I’m on to a case that could change my career.”

“Oh my God, what is it?”

“I can’t tell you until after I have a meeting with…someone,” Slade said.

“Slade, you have to tell me!”

Yeah, you do, Zoe thought, invested in the conversation now.

“It’s a cold case. A murder.”

A bad, bad feeling slithered up Zoe’s spine. There was that word again. Murder.

Gloria gasped. “A murder on Mimosa Key?”

“Not here. It was in Pennsylvania, years ago.”

Oh, God. Oh, God. Zoe swayed a little, holding the wall for support.

“What does that have to do with you and your jurisdiction?”

Zoe took a careful step closer, praying for a different answer than the one she already knew she’d hear.

“I can’t tell you who, what, or how, Glo, so don’t ask. But I can tell you that someone who’s been living for years under a fake name, moving from place to place, is involved and living right here on Mimosa Key.”