Chapter 7
Seven
Tess looked from one of them to the other. “Dental floss? I don’t get it.”
Georgie burned with mortification.
Nathan turned to Tess. “You must be Tess.” He extended his hand. “Nathan Caldwell. Nice to meet you.”
Flustered, Tess shook his hand. “Oh, well.”
Georgie rolled her eyes. Apparently, he had that effect on all women, not just her, which was yet another reason to keep her distance.
“Georgie and I were just having dinner,” Tess said. “Why don’t you join us?”
“I’d love to.”
“But—” Georgie said.
“Georgie, serve the salad.” With another pointed look, Tess handed her three bowls.
Flashing Georgie a satisfied grin that told her he knew exactly how uncomfortable he was making her, Nathan plopped down in the chair next to hers. “Oh, is that corn on the cob? I’ll really need floss after that.”
“Okay,” Tess said as she brought another plate and silverware to the table, “what’s with the floss? Or do I not want to know?”
“Nothing kinky,” Nathan said with a chuckle that earned him a glare from Georgie. “I have this temperamental toilet in my house, and apparently it gave Georgie some trouble this morning, because when I got home, I discovered she’d used half a box of floss to tie the ball cock to the light.”
Georgie, who had been attempting to chew a bite of chicken, choked at the casual way he tossed the word cock out there, like she hadn’t spent hours riding his the night before.
Tess laughed. “You get an A for ingenuity, Georgie.”
“After the hissy fit he had over Styrofoam yesterday, I figured he’d flip out if I let the water run all day,” Georgie mumbled.
“You figured right,” Nathan said as he dug into his salad with gusto. “You did a good job. But if that happens again, you can just shut off the water by turning the valve underneath the toilet.”
Refusing to even glance at him, she said, “It won’t happen again.”
“You never know.”
Suddenly, they were no longer talking about toilets. “Yes, I do.”
“Do you want something to drink?” Tess jumped up. “I can’t believe I didn’t offer you anything.”
It took everything Georgie had not to groan at the way Tess was fawning over him, like he was a celebrity in their midst instead of her one-night stand. One night. Do you hear that, Nathan Caldwell?
“Have you got a beer?”
“Sure do.” Tess opened one of Cat’s Budweisers and brought it to him.
“Thank you,” he said with a warm smile that made Tess sigh.
Really, this was the most disgusting display of foolishness Georgie had ever witnessed.
“So, Tess, Georgie tells me you’re not from around here.”
“That’s right,” Tess said, getting busy with her food.
“Where are you from?”
“Western Connecticut.”
“What brought you to Newport?”
“I was ready for a change of scenery. I’m a nurse, and they had an opening at Newport Hospital in the ER, which is my specialty, so I snapped it up. End of story.”
The way she said it told Georgie there was more to the story—much more—and she wasn’t a detective. She wondered if Nathan had sensed it, too. Who cares what he senses? Just get through dinner so you can get rid of him.
“I’ll bet you’ve seen just about everything as an ER nurse,” he said.
“You know it. What do you do?”
“I’m a detective with the NPD.”
When Tess’s eyes flipped up to gauge whether he was serious, there was no mistaking the flash of panic. “Oh,” she said on a long exhale.
After an awkward pause in the conversation, they all got busy finishing their dinner.
“That was the best home-cooked meal I’ve had in a long time, ladies. Thank you.”
“It was all Tess,” Georgie said, unnerved by her friend’s odd behavior. Was she running from the law? It certainly seemed like she was hiding something. Would Nathan think so, too? “I’ll clean up.”
“I don’t mind,” Tess said.
“That’s not fair. You cooked. Besides, I’m sure you’ve got better things to do with a rare night off than cooking and cleaning for me.”
“I do have some bills to pay.” She got up, rinsed her plate, and put it in the dishwasher. “It was nice to meet you, Nathan,” she said on her way out of the room.
“You, too.” When they were alone, he glanced at Georgie. “What just happened here?”
“I have no idea.”
“How do you know her?”
“She answered an ad I placed for roommates.”
“Why were you looking for roommates if you’re only here temporarily?”
Cornered, Georgie stood up and started to clear the table.
He came up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders.
She froze. “Don’t.”
Turning her around to face him, he said, “Tell me what’s going on here, Georgie. Nothing you’ve told me adds up, and you’ve got a roommate who’s clearly running from the law or something else. I’m a cop, for Christ’s sake. How do you expect me to just pretend that didn’t happen?”
Rattled by his touch, she shrugged his hands off her shoulders. “That’s exactly what I expect you to do. Whatever’s going on with her is none of your concern.”
“What if she’s in some kind of trouble?”
“That’s her business. She’s been nothing but a good friend to me since the day I met her.”
Stymied, he tried a different line of questioning. “Why are you taking in roommates and working at the senior center if your life is in Atlanta?”
“That’s my business.”
He shook his head. “You’re not going to give me a break, are you?”
“I told you.” She forced herself to look up at him and tried not to notice the way his soft gray T-shirt fit snugly against his chest or the golden stubble that sprinkled his jaw. The memory of him thrusting into her picked that moment to show up—again. She swallowed and said, “One night.”
He stared down at her with intense blue eyes. “We had a connection, Georgie. I know you felt it, too. Aren’t you at all curious about that?”
“It was just sex. Don’t make it into more than it was.”
“I’ve had ‘just sex,’ and I’ll bet you have, too.” He ran his hands up and down her arms as he spoke. “This was more than that, and you know it.”
Horrified when her nipples responded to his touch, she pushed him away. “It wasn’t more.”
A flash of hurt darted across his handsome face.
“Don’t do that!”
His eyebrows knitted with confusion. “Do what?”
“Give me that hurt face. That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid. I’m going back to Atlanta in two weeks. I don’t have time for this.”
“You won’t make time, you mean.”
“What’s the point?” she asked, furious at the hitch in her voice. “It can’t go anywhere.”
Apparently encouraged by her emotional response, he reached for her and brought her in close to him. “You don’t know that. You can’t know if you don’t take the chance and find out.”
Once again she worked herself free of his embrace. “I’m not interested. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, because that’s not my intention. I had a wonderful time last night, but there’s no room in my life right now for this kind of thing. I’m sorry.”
He reached into the pocket of his cargo shorts to retrieve her earrings.
Taking her hand, he dropped them into her palm and curled her fingers around them.
“Thanks for dinner.” He held her hand for a long moment before he released it, tipped her chin up, and brushed a light kiss across her lips. “See you around, Georgie Quinn.”
Watching him leave, Georgie wanted to chase after him. “Wait!” she would say. “I didn’t mean it! Don’t go!” But she couldn’t seem to make herself move. Engulfed in sadness, she heard the front door close behind him. It would’ve been nice.
Not interested. Not interested? Oh, she was interested, all right.
He could see it in the way her eyes had widened in the instant before he kissed her.
He could see it in the way she’d had trouble swallowing her food with him sitting as close to her as he dared to get without actually touching her.
Yes, she was interested. Maybe she just didn’t realize it yet.
Nathan made his way down Dean Avenue and hooked a right to head home. On an impulse, he decided to stop for a beer at O’Brien’s and was surprised to find Ian sitting at the bar.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked his brother. “Where’s Rosie?”
“At a sleepover at Caroline’s,” Ian said, referring to his three-year-old daughter’s best friend. He gestured to his cell phone on the bar. “I’m waiting to get the call that she’s ready to come home.”
Nathan smiled.
“She doesn’t get that the over part means overnight.”
“Soon enough she will, and then you’ll never see her.”
“I know.” Ian’s hair was darker than Nathan’s and laced with some gray, but he had the same blue eyes the six Caldwell brothers had gotten from their father. “What brings you out tonight? I thought you were bushed.”
“I was. I am. Just having a quick one.” He signaled the bartender, who brought them two draught beers.
“No sign of Ben?” Ian asked.
“Not when I was home earlier. I’m hoping he’ll be there when I get back.”
Nathan’s cell phone rang. With a signal to Ian, he took the call when he saw it was his partner. “Hey, Andy,” he said on his way outside to the sidewalk. “What’s up?”
“Sorry to wake you.”
“Haven’t been to bed yet.”
“Oh good. So, listen, I talked to the missing girl’s parents. I’m leaning toward believing she didn’t run away.”
“Yeah?”
“She’s really made an effort in the last year to clean up her act, like the parents said.”
“What do you want to do?”
“The parents said she spends a lot of time online. They let me take her computer, and I’ve already got our guys working it up.”
“I think I know where you’re going with this.”
“Exactly. McKee and Jones are talking to her friends as we speak, trying to find out if she had mentioned going off with someone she met online or anything like that.”
“Amber Alert?”
“I’m going to hold off until we see what the computer yields.”