“No!” The big Russian leaped to his feet and swore loudly, causing several people to gasp. “You were supposed to lose.”
“That isn’t what you said,” Bobby reminded him. “You said I had to play the first eleven moves of the Black Hole, which I did. I followed your instructions to the letter.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Teri saw two uniformed police officers enter the room and step forward. They walked directly up to the burly man Teri had recognized earlier. A moment later, two other policemen came in; they marched toward the stage and arrested Vladimir, charging him with fraud and conspiracy to—Teri couldn’t hear the rest, but she fervently hoped kidnapping and assault charges were on the list.
Bobby was instantly surrounded by reporters. The television cameras followed him as he left the stage and walked toward Teri. Questions were tossed at him from every direction, but Bobby ignored them all. When he reached her, she practically threw herself into his arms.
“You were incredible!” she cried.
“Mrs. Polgar, Mrs. Polgar, were you aware of the threat against you?”
She beamed the reporters a smile. “Oh, yes.” Then, because she wanted them to know she was pregnant, she placed her hand on her stomach. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“Mrs. Polgar! Mrs. Polgar.”
“I married the most brilliant man in the universe.”
“Do you plan to teach your child to play chess?” one reporter asked.
“No,” Bobby said.
“Oh, yes, we will,” Teri insisted.
“Gentlemen,” the commentator called. “I can answer your questions about the match and explain what just happened.”
The reporters turned toward the other man.
Before she could say any more, Bobby grabbed her hand. He led her out of the hall and, together with the security people, they were directed to a special elevator and escorted to their suite, where even more flowers had been delivered, along with more champagne.
As soon as they were alone, Teri flung her arms around Bobby. “Have I told you how attractive your brain is?” she asked, covering his face with kisses.
“Ah-h, no.” His glasses were askew.
“I am so crazy in love with you that it’s all I can do not to tear off my clothes and make love to you right this minute.”
Bobby’s eyes flared as a smile broke out.
“You arranged everything, didn’t you?”
He answered her with a slight nod. “Sheriff Davis and I worked it out. He talked to the New York City police.”
“You told me Vladimir would pay for what he did to Rachel and James.”
“He will pay in prison.”
“That’s where he deserves to be.” Teri laughed. Taking hold of his shirt collar, she brought him close enough to nibble on his bottom lip.
Bobby started to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. “I might bring you to more chess tournaments.”
“I like that idea.” She eased him toward the bed until he lost his balance and they fell on top of it.
“I love you, Bobby,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said solemnly. “I know.”
Forty-Two
Monday evening, after she’d finished her housework and folded the last clothes from the dryer, Rachel sat in front of the television. Her thoughts weren’t on the game show, however; she couldn’t even have said what it was. For the past week, she’d done her best not to think about the muddle her life had become since she’d broken up with Nate. All her fears about Bruce had proved to be accurate. She hadn’t heard from him since their last awkward conversation. Nor had Jolene contacted her.
The only thing she was happy about was Bobby Polgar’s success at the chess match in New York—and Aleksandr Vladimir’s arrest. That was truly satisfying. She wondered whether she’d have to testify; if so, she’d certainly be willing.
The phone rang, startling her. Rachel half expected it to be Teri, who was still in New York.
Caller ID informed her it was Bruce. Or Jolene.
“Hi, Rachel,” Jolene said excitedly. “I’m baking a cake and we only have one egg and the recipe says I need three.”
“Add two extra tablespoons of water,” Rachel advised her.
“Thanks.” The girl seemed about to hang up when she said, “I haven’t talked to you in a whole week.”
“I know. I’ve missed you, Jolene.”
“I’ve missed you, too. Oh, can you hold on a minute?”
“Sure.” Rachel could hear Bruce talking in the background.
Then Jolene was back on the line. “Dad would like to speak to you.”
“Okay.” Her heart started to pound.
“Hi,” Bruce said. His voice was unusually hoarse, and she wondered if he had a cold.
“Are you sick?” she asked.
“Uh, no.” He cleared his throat.
He didn’t say anything else.
Rachel kept waiting for him to tell her why he’d wanted to speak to her. “So Jolene’s baking a cake,” she said when she couldn’t stand the silence for one more second. “Any particular reason?”
“Not really. She said she was in a baking mood.”
Another silence. She was tempted to get off the phone.
“You mentioned something the other day, and I wasn’t sure I heard you correctly,” he finally said.
“What?”
“Did you tell me you’re not seeing Nate anymore?”
“Yes.” She didn’t elaborate.
“Why?”
“None of your business.”
Under no circumstance was she going to admit to loving him, especially when he’d been so obtuse.
“Personally, I think you’re making a mistake. I think you should marry Nate.”
What? Rachel blinked with shock. “Fine, maybe I will. Thank you so much for your helpful advice. I’ll keep it in mind.” With that she slammed down the receiver.
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