less important than the dirt under her feet.
How could that be? He had never been anything but nice to her. Did she sense something sexual in his feelings for her, loathe the idea and want to make darn sure that she didn’t encourage it?
Trouble was, she encouraged feelings of that nature without realizing it. The chemistry between them was overwhelming and nearly swamped him every time he was within fifty feet of her, even though she obviously noticed none of it.
Reed ended up back at MonMart, but he didn’t go into the superstore. Instead, he headed for the unfinished park behind it and took a long meandering hike. It helped.
Val called the house from her office at the Animal Hospital. “Estelle, Jim said prime rib for dinner sounded great. We’re on, okay?”
“Great. We’ll eat around six. I’m going to make mashed potatoes and gravy. You need some fattening up.”
“I happen to like being thinner.”
“Your clothes are practically falling off. You either have to put on some weight or go shopping.”
“Maybe I’ll go shopping. See you later.”
Jim came in just as Val was hanging up. “Did you call the paper yet? You said to remind you.”
“All taken care of. The announcement will appear in tomorrow’s newspaper and continue for a week. I think a week should do it, don’t you?”
“It should,” Jim agreed.
Michael Cantrell walked into the sheriff’s office and up to the deputy on desk duty. “I want to see my uncle.”
“Again? Don’t you have better things to do than hang around a jailbird?”
“He’s not a jailbird. He’s innocent.”
“Invisible, too, huh?” Several of the deputies loved kidding Michael about Guy’s invisibility story. Guy had told the whole story at a community gathering held in MonMart’s parking lot just before his arrest for the murders of his wife and her boyfriend. Guy had explained how the fire had started on Logan’s Hill, and how he’d been knocked unconscious by his wife’s lover, only to realize when he came to that he was invisible. He’d been splashed with his formula for the rapid healing of burn scars. Invisibility was an unforeseeable, temporary side effect of the formula, and he’d been as stunned by it as the townspeople, considering they had stared at him with their mouths open.
Michael flushed hotly. “He’s not invisible now.” He added defensively, “But he was.”
“Yeah, me too. Helps keep the laundry down.”
“You’re not funny,” Michael mumbled, red-faced.
The deputy chuckled. “Sure I am.”
Sheriff Holt Tanner came in. “Hank, let the boy see his uncle!”
“I was just funnin’ him, Holt.”
“Well, stop funnin’ him and move Guy from his cell to the visitor’s room.”
The deputy walked off, still chuckling, and Michael nervously shifted from foot to foot while waiting for word that he could go back to the visitor’s room. When the deputy returned and escorted him there, Michael saw his uncle sitting on one side of a long table in handcuffs. He took a chair on the other side of the table and waited until the deputy left the room and locked the door.
Then he said, with tears in his eyes, “Hi, Unk. How you doing?” Unk was what he had called Guy since childhood, since realizing that his uncle was a brilliant scientist and so was he. Well, maybe not brilliant yet, but he would be. Someday.
Although Guy didn’t feel in the least like smiling, he smiled for his fifteen-year-old nephew, whom he loved like a son. “I don’t want you worrying about me, Michael.”
“I know, Unk.”
“But I really appreciate your visits,” Guy said quietly. He forced another smile. “Now, tell me what’s happening in Rumor. Have you heard from your dad and his new wife? When are they due back from their honeymoon? And how’s Ma taking all of this? You’re still staying with your grandmother, aren’t you? Until your dad gets home? Tell me everything, Michael.”
“Mostly people are talking about your formula, even though no one understands it,” Michael said.
“You know something, Michael? I don’t understand it, either.”
Dinner was delicious. Estelle was a good cook and the prime rib was roasted to tender, juicy perfection. The numerous side dishes were as tasty as food could be, and Val truly tried to do justice to the wonderful meal.
But after a few bites of the small portions she had taken, her appetite was fully satisfied. She took a swallow of the iced tea Estelle had also prepared.
“I made an applesauce cake for dessert,” Estelle said. “I know you like that.”
“Estelle, I liked the whole meal. I’m full.”
“Well, I’m sure you can squeeze in a small piece of cake.”
“Absolutely, but not right now. You two finish eating. Just because I can’t get another bite down my gullet doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the rest of your dinner. I’ll sit here with my tea, all right?”
“Well, you’re too thin and you’re not eating enough, but I guess if you’re full, you’re full.”
“Leave her be, sweetheart,” Jim said. “She looks fine the way she is.”
Val smiled. “Thanks, Jim.”
“I think Reed Kingsley agrees with you,” Estelle said rather pertly to her husband.
Val’s smile vanished, a dead giveaway to her sudden discomfort. “Let’s not talk about him,” she said quickly.
“Is ol’ Reed on your trail?” Jim asked in a teasing way. “When did that start?”
“He is not on my trail! For heaven’s sake, he’s the biggest pest this side of the Mississippi. And he embarrassed me to tears in MonMart today. If he has any silly ideas about me, he might as well get rid of them.”
Estelle put down her fork. “What do you mean, he embarrassed you?”
Val sighed. “I might as well tell you about it. I’m sure it’s the main topic of conversation at every dinner table in town.” In as few words as possible, she related the still-embarrassing incident.
“Well!” Estelle exclaimed. “That certainly explains that grocery delivery. And that hundred dollar bouquet of flowers sitting over there.”
They all looked at the vase of flowers on the dining room sideboard, where Estelle had placed it. “So we can enjoy these lovely flowers while we eat,” she had said.
Estelle cocked her left eyebrow and met her husband’s curious eyes. “Delivered by Reed himself, in case you’re wondering.”
