you or did you not say he offered to reimburse you?”
“He did.”
“So take the money and hire one of those mounted police guys. I hear they’re quite impressive in their tight trousers and red coats. The hats are a little funny-looking, though.”
One corner of Abby’s mouth twitched in amusement. “Texas is a little far from the Canadian border to make that a viable solution.”
“Too bad,” Jamie sighed. “What about a Texas Ranger? The hats are better, and they’re right in our own backyard.”
“That’s law enforcement, not nature guide.”
“They’re hot, too.”
Abby stared at her. “Maybe you need to go home and take a cold shower.”
“I don’t want to go home,” she said, an odd look on her face.
Instantly alert, Abby stopped pacing. “Is something wrong, Jamie?”
“No.” She shrugged.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Abby asked. “Does it have anything to do with the guy your parents bought you at the auction?”
A smile curved up the corners of Jamie’s mouth. “Yeah. A little. I’m dealing with it. No big deal.”
Abby had learned that if her friend didn’t want to talk about something, nothing could drag it out of her. So they might as well go back to the problem at hand. “Okay. Let’s come up with some really creative grounds for suing Riley Dixon.” Abby was glad when her words produced a laugh.
“So you refuse to let him reimburse you and just camp out with Kimmie in your new backyard and take her to the park for a walk?”
“No can do,” Abby said. “Not authentic enough for The Bluebonnets. It’s gotta be real. At least one night living off the land. With dirt and no flushing toilets. Microwave bad, fire good,” she said in her best caveman voice.
Jamie laughed. “That seems pretty extreme.”
“Don’t tell Kimmie that. She’s got her heart set on getting all her badges. You know her. When she gets something in her head, she’s going to do it. And come hell or high water, she’ll get it perfect. I keep telling myself that determination is a good quality in an adult.”
“There’s got to be another way.”
“I don’t want to find another way. I had it all figured out and paid for.” She held her hands out, palms up. A helpless gesture, and she hated feeling helpless—maybe even more than she hated relying on a man. “What am I going to do?”
“Talk to him again.” Jamie shrugged as if it were that easy.
“Are you saying you won’t sue him?”
“No. I’m saying people are too sue-happy these days when a simple conversation could save time, aggravation and money. He’s ex-military. Surely he’s a rational, logical man.”
Abby sighed. “Listen to yourself. Any self-respecting legal eagle would take this case and run with it for all the billable hours they could get. You, my friend, are going to starve.”
“I can afford to take off a few pounds.”
“You are so lying. And you’re too thin. You’re sure there’s nothing you want to talk about?”
“No. Except I know you don’t really want to sue Riley Dixon. You just needed to let off steam.”
“Busted,” Abby said.
“And I suspect the name-calling did wonders for your anger abatement level.”
“You think slacker, welsher, jerk and flake helped?”
“I do, indeed.”
Abby sighed. “You’d be right. But don’t let on to Kimmie. I always tell her to use people’s given names and I’m fairly certain none of the above are on Fred’s birth certificate. Or Dixon’s, either, for that matter.”
“She’ll never hear it from me. But in that spirit, I’d be happy to role-play with you for your next conversation with Riley Dixon.”
The thought of seeing him again sent quivers through Abby and she remembered the mayor’s comment on auction night about thrills and chills. His words were turning out to be annoyingly prophetic. She wondered if she might be better off if she waved the white flag and retreated.
Riley Dixon watched the elevator doors close, then turned to his sister. “We got the contract.”
Nora smiled. “To put security systems in all the district’s high schools?”
“Yup. Starting with Charity City High.”
“Congratulations.”
“Yeah.”
“So you’re excited?” Nora asked, toying with the pen on her desk.
“Of course.”
“Then why do you look like someone let your favorite pistol rust in the rain?”
“I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess it’s because we shouldn’t need metal detectors and surveillance systems in high schools.”
“It doesn’t mean that all kids have gone over to the dark side,” she pointed out.
“I know.”
“You can’t take responsibility for what’s wrong with the world today.”
“I know that, too. But it seems wrong to profit from it.”
She lifted her shoulders. “The Board of Education budgeted for the security measures. And frankly, if they’ve decided it’s necessary, I’ll sleep better at night knowing they’ve hired the best company for the job. So will a lot of high school parents. Mostly the kids are good, normal kids. You’ve been hired to make sure they’re safe from the occasional bad apple. The school district feels it’s money well spent. Why don’t you?”
“Thanks for trying to make me feel better.”
“You’re welcome. In exchange, I’d like to know why you practically threw Abby Walsh out of your office.” She tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear and met his gaze.
Riley knew his sister well, meaning she wasn’t going to back off. “She was here to make arrangements for the survival weekend I donated to the Charity City auction.”
“Wow. That clears up any confusion,” she said sarcastically. “And here I thought she’d done something really bad. Like having the audacity to look a lot like Barb Kelly.”
Riley winced. Abby Walsh was petite and feminine and beautiful. Her skin looked soft and her shiny brown hair even softer. It was like a curtain
