present knows why this couple should not be joined together. This was definitely a now-or-never moment.
She opened her mouth, but no sound emerged.
Sharlayne said, “Good. In that case—ta-ta, ladies. Tabitha, keep me posted. Alice, enjoy yourself.” With a final conspiratorial wink, she was gone.
Alice turned to Tabitha, who was staring at the door through which her boss had disappeared. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “Nobody with a grain of sense or an eye in his head would ever accept you as Sharlayne Kenyon.”
“You better be wrong,” Alice said, “because if you’re right, we’re both up the proverbial creek without a paddle.”
This time, she didn’t flinch before Tabitha’s glare. She was, after all, Sharlayne Kenyon.
CHAPTER THREE
Nothing ventured, nothing gained; or,
my greatest creation is me
By the time I was twelve years old, I was five foot four and measured 25-22-23. I guess you could say I became something of an overnight sensation in Hog Jaw, Arkansas….
That Book About This Body,
Sharlayne Kenyon
TABITHA JOINED Alice and Jed for dinner at the big hand-carved Spanish table in the formal dining room. This might have thrown a lesser woman into a rage, but Alice was more grateful than anything else. As cute and sexy as this man was, better not to take chances, even in the guise of a wild-and-crazy adventuress.
A maid served the meal: an enormous salad, broiled chicken and assorted veggies. Dessert was an incredibly light lemon mousse. Watching Jed devour the food, she began to wonder if he would starve to death before this job was over.
Meals were planned with Sharlayne in mind: heavy on fruits and veggies, light on meat and carbs. But with Sharlayne out of the picture, Jed could use a little consideration.
At the conclusion of the meal, she leaned forward with a deliberately inviting smile. “Would you care to join me for coffee in the living room?” she asked Jed.
He hesitated, then nodded in his usual brusque manner. “Good idea. I need to report on the results of my security check, anyway.”
As if the pleasure of her company wasn’t nearly enough.
Tabitha looked spitefully pleased. “I believe I’d like to sit in on this, too, Sharlayne. I’m naturally interested in anything that pertains to your safety.”
“Naturally.” Alice gestured to the maid, who indicated with a nod that she understood.
In the living room, Alice took a seat on the overstuffed red sofa; Jed chose a chair opposite, while Tabitha hovered near the heavily carved fireplace, her eyes narrowed and watchful.
“Tell us, Mr. Kelby,” Tabitha said as the maid poured coffee from a silver pot, “is Sharlayne safe here?”
Jed waited until the coffee had been served and the maid departed before answering. Then he said, “Ms. Kenyon is safe only if there’s no threat. There is no security system.”
Alice gasped. “You’re kidding.”
“I wish. There’s no alarm system, the entry gate doesn’t lock, the fence has a number of breaks and none of the windows can be properly secured. There are enough vines and shrubberies around the windows, even on the second floor, that a child could reach them.”
Tabitha and Alice eyed each other in confusion. Alice said, “I don’t understand.”
Jed gave her a long, level look. “Were you told there was a full-fledged security system here when you bought the place?”
“Well, no, but…I just assumed, I guess.” Or the real Sharlayne had assumed. Or maybe she knew the truth and didn’t consider it important. “This place had stood empty for several years and there were a lot of repairs before we—before I could move in.”
Tabitha set her cup on the mantel. “And you were in a hurry and pushed the refurbishment through,” she said. She added to Jed, “Would it be very expensive to install what we need?”
“Yes.” There was no softening of the word; Jed simply announced his opinion.
Alice felt a cold chill down her spine. “Of course, there’s no real threat,” she ventured. “Just a media circus to be kept at bay…maybe an occasional groupie. I don’t see that this presents a major problem, do you, Tabby?”
“Let me think about it.” Tabitha retrieved her cup. “My instinct is that it will be all right for at least a while—perhaps as long as Mr. Kelby is in residence. Speaking of which…” She was obviously trying for a pleasant expression. “Which room will Mr. Kelby occupy?”
“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
“I have, and I have a suggestion,” Tabitha said. “In light of these new findings, I feel strongly that he should sleep as close to your suite as possible. Perhaps the room across the hall from you?” She added for Jed’s benefit, “That room is quite pleasant, actually…of reasonable size and not too feminine.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. I agree I should be close, though. The lack of security leaves me concerned if not alarmed.”
“Maybe while you’re here, you could prepare a security plan for us,” Tabitha suggested.
“Good idea.” He finished his coffee and rose. “If you’ll direct me, I’ll pull my stuff inside now.”
“Up the stairs.” Tabitha pointed. “Turn left. Your room is the first door on the right.”
“Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Alice seethed until he’d had plenty of time to get out of earshot. Then she snarled at Tabitha, “What the heck are you up to?”
“Me? Not a thing.” Feline malevolence colored her voice.
“Don’t give me that. Why did you suggest that room?”
“Because the man makes you nervous and I like seeing you nervous,” Tabitha hissed. “Installing you in her place is probably the stupidest idea Sharlayne ever had. If I’ve got to be a party to it, there should be something in it for me, too, even if it’s only watching you squirm.”
Alice looked at her with pity. “Tabitha, that’s mean. Even for you, that’s mean.”
Tabitha caught her breath, her cheeks flushing. “How dare you speak to me that way!” She uttered the words in a hoarse undertone. “If she heard you, you’d be in a ton of—”
“I’m sorry,” Jed said from the doorway. “Am I interrupting anything?” He stood there with a long canvas bag over his shoulder and a newspaper in his hand.
Had he overheard anything he shouldn’t have? A glance at Tabitha revealed that she, too,
