“So it’s your fault they sent us on a wild-goose chase!”
“I’m not one of your students who broke a rule, Julia.” His eyes narrowed as he observed her. “What grade do you teach?”
“That doesn’t matter!” she exclaimed. She didn’t want to tell him she taught the second grade. He’d think that she was sweet and nice, and that he could walk all over her. That had happened to her before. This time, though, she was going to stand up for herself and her mother.
“Yes, it does. Well?”
“Second grade,” she admitted, her chin going up, as it always did when she was being stubborn.
“Ah,” he said and smiled.
Julia glared at him. “Don’t think you can discount me because I teach young children!”
He didn’t address her remark, merely took the last bite of his meal. When he’d swallowed, he said, “Finish your dessert. We need to leave for the airport.”
Julia folded her napkin and put it beside her plate. “I’m ready.”
“Don’t you want to finish that?” he asked, staring at her dessert, only half-eaten.
“No, I’m ready to go hear the latest information you have.”
The waiter returned to their table and offered coffee, but Nick turned it down and asked for the check.
Julia opened her purse, having figured out how much her lunch had cost, and took out enough cash to cover it, plus a tip. Once they were in a taxi she would give it to Nick. She knew he’d try to embarrass her in the restaurant to have his way.
When the waiter brought the check, Nick asked him to call a cab for them. He paid the bill in cash, leaving a healthy tip. Then he pulled her chair back for her to stand and join him.
“Is it one-thirty yet?” she asked.
“No, but it will be when we get to the airport. I’m sure there’ll be a flight home to Houston that you can take.”
Home? Julia opened her mouth, but then thought better and closed it. Home was one place she wasn’t going. Still, she’d save that argument until it was necessary.
Nick escorted her to the waiting taxi, stopping to pick up her suitcase and his.
Once the cab had started for the airport, Julia handed him the portion of the lunch tab.
“What’s this?” he demanded with a frown.
“The cost of my lunch,” she explained calmly.
“Damn it, take it back before I put you out of this cab right now!” he exclaimed.
His threat didn’t intimidate her. “So you have no intention of keeping your word?” she retorted.
He seethed in silence for several minutes while the taxi driver watched him in the rearview mirror.
When he opened his mouth, he spoke calmly. “Julia, I said I would pay for lunch. There’s no need for you to do so.”
“But I believe I told you I pay my own way, Nick Rampling. I see no reason to change now. Especially when you suspect my mother of trying to steal your money!”
“I see no need to nickel-and-dime you.”
“Since I prefer to handle my own expenses, I expect you to honor that decision.” She dumped the cash in his lap and turned to look out the window.
“Is your mother as stubborn as you?” he asked, exasperation in his tone.
“No, absolutely not. She told me I got my stubbornness from my father.” She didn’t tell him that she knew her mother was lying. That was none of his business!
Nick couldn’t believe he’d been bested by a grade-school teacher. He’d intended to get a little information from her, pat her on her head and send her home. Now he realized it wasn’t going to be that simple. She’d managed to outmaneuver him with her virginal blush and innocent blue eyes, topped by her beautiful long blond hair.
Not that he cared what she looked like.
Nor did he care that she was a virgin—or so he thought. She looked way too sweet and innocent to be experienced. No, she’d just taken him by surprise, that was all.
When they reached the airport, he paid off the taxi and was grateful she didn’t insist on counting out her share in one-dollar bills right there in the street. He escorted her inside and pulled out the new cell phone he’d picked up that morning, along with a suitcase and clothes. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll phone my investigator to see what he’s found out.”
“Is your cell a speakerphone?”
He answered truthfully before he thought. “Yes, of course.”
“Good. So I can hear the conversation, too.”
“I’d rather the rest of the world didn’t hear, if you don’t mind.”
“Let’s go back outside. I don’t remember hordes of people out there.”
He glared at her, but he finally moved toward the door.
Once they were outside the terminal, Julia seated herself on one half of a stone bench and waited.
Nick stood their suitcases next to the bench and sat down as he took out his cell phone. He dialed the number for his investigator.
“Browning? This is Nick. I’m putting you on speakerphone.” He wanted the man to know someone was listening besides himself.
“Nick? Why am I on speakerphone?” Pat Browning asked.
“I’m with Mrs. Chance’s daughter, Julia. We joined forces here in Dallas.”
“Oh. Well, they’re several days ahead of you. They left Dallas three days ago and flew to L.A. They’re staying at your hotel there.”
“They’re still there?” he asked in surprise.
“The hotel thinks so. None of the staff wanted to go find out. Apparently Abe told them not to worry about waiting on them. They would manage on their own. And there’s a Do Not Disturb sign on the door.”
“All right, thanks, Pat. I’ll be on the next plane to L.A. and I’ll disturb them when I get there.”
“Okay, boss. Let me know if you need anything else.”
Nick hung up the phone and started to head back into the terminal.
“Where are you going?” Julia’s cool voice asked, reminding Nick of his companion.
“Uh, I’m going to L.A. I’ll bring your mother back to you.”
“No, thank you. I’m going to accompany you,
