Chapter 62
‘You’re always going to wonder now, aren’t you?’ Jax said. ‘Whether I’m with you for the money.’
It was on the tip of Robin’s tongue to say he didn’t care, that he’d take her on any terms. Besides, she hadn’t known anything about the money when she’d called the wedding off.
She was standing with her back to him, looking out over the darkening garden. Glad that it was night, that she couldn’t see the mess he’d let it get into, he put knives and forks onto his small kitchen table and switched on the oven to warm plates.
‘I don’t have any money,’ he said. ‘I have an absence of money. I owe money. And this bonkers will can’t be relied on. As far as financial security goes, Neil’s a far better bet than I am.’
Jax didn’t turn round, but he could see her face reflected in the glass. She looked deadly serious, almost angry. ‘I guess so,’ she said. ‘Wow, I did not see this coming.’
‘No one did.’
She turned at the sound of the doorbell. ‘That’ll be the food.’ She glanced down at the table. ‘Not feeling as hungry as I was. Maybe I should—’
‘I’ll get it,’ he jumped in, knowing she was about to say she should leave.
The doorbell sounded again. He left the room quickly, before she could reply.
Wondering if he had any cash to tip the delivery driver, Robin reached for the latch.
There were two men on his doorstep. He could see their outlines through the opaque glass panel. Two men and no sign of take-away boxes.
Delivery companies didn’t send two men to drop off Chinese food.
He slipped the chain in place and turned round. ‘Jax,’ he called softly. ‘Lock the—’ He heard the unmistakable sound of the back door opening. And then Jax’s cry of alarm.