turned from Cade. His grin disappeared when he looked at his father. “Father,” he said in less than cordial tones and didn’t offer to shake hands.
Walter nodded to his younger son.
Like emissaries from warring countries, Cade observed, each keeping a neutral stance while plotting the overthrow of the other.
“Wine?” Emily asked, breaking the little silence that hung over the room now that all were present.
“Got a beer?” Rowan asked.
“No, sorry.” Emily gave him a beseeching glance, as if pleading with him to behave, then poured two glasses of wine and gave them to the younger pair.
When Mrs. Wheeler came to the doorway, Walter stood. “Dinner,” he announced and held out an arm to each of his daughters.
Cade smiled grimly when Rowan waggled his eyebrows and fell into step beside him. They followed the other three into the dining room.
Assessing the others, Cade had a sudden sense of impending disaster. His father was unusually tense and dour, Rowan was obviously geared up for a fight, Jessica was oblivious, or indifferent, to all but her own dark thoughts, while Em probably hoped they could get through the evening with a modicum of grace and family unity.
Just another happy evening in his father’s house.
As Jessica and Rowan became more and more silent, Cade and Emily kept the conversation going during the meal. He told of Stacy’s new experiences in kindergarten and how much she liked her new teacher.
He explained about Tai and her mother’s illness. “Sara has been taking Stace to school and keeping her every afternoon, so that’s been a load off my mind.”
“Sara Carlton,” his father interrupted the story. “You took her to the ranch over the weekend.”
At the accusing tone, all eyes turned toward Cade. “That’s right,” he said, forcing a calm he no longer felt. “I owed her for helping out.”
“Big-time,” Rowan agreed, giving their father a hard glance before finishing the last of his salad.
Mrs. Wheeler entered with the serving cart. She removed the salad plates, then served salmon and rice pilaf with a medley of vegetables and hot rolls.
“Is Stacy being a bother?” Cade asked.
“Not at all,” the woman assured him. “She’s had her dinner and is playing with the new kittens Tansy had. She’s picked out the one she wants,” she added with a smile before leaving the dining room.
“Stacy loves pets,” Emily said to Cade. “Perhaps having a kitten will make up for having to leave the dogs and her pony at the ranch.”
“What about leaving it at home alone all day?” he asked.
Jessica spoke up. “Cats are marvelously adaptable and easy to train.” She glanced at Walter at the head of the table, bitterness in her eyes. “As are children.”
Rowan held up his glass. “I’ll drink to that.” He finished off the wine.
To Cade’s surprise, Walter merely glanced up, then continued eating, his mind evidently far from them.
When the meal was over, they returned to the library where Mrs. Wheeler had set up a tray with fresh coffee and a platter of various kinds of mints.
Cade, seated next to Emily on the sofa, wanted to collect Stacy and escape, but he sensed the evening wasn’t over. The best or worst, according to how one looked at it, was yet to come.
“To what do we owe the pleasure of this little family get-together?” Rowan challenged as soon as the group was alone again. He poured another glass of wine, his fourth by Cade’s calculation, and leaned an elbow on the mantel over the marble-tiled fireplace.
“Trouble,” Walter said bluntly.
Emily and Jessica glanced at each other. There was no surprise on either face. They turned back to their father.
Walter perused one, then another of them, before he spoke. “There’s a traitor among us.”
“Father!” Emily said in shocked, scolding tones.
“It’s true.” Walter stirred cream into his coffee. He looked at Rowan. “Someone has been asking questions about the family, more specifically, our business dealings. And someone has been talking.”
“What do you mean?” Cade asked.
“I mean there are questions being asked about our personal affairs and…about things from the past. Old gossip is being stirred up.”
Cade noted the hesitation as his father picked his words, something that had been happening frequently of late when they discussed the state of the jewelry business.
What was Walter worried about?
The question startled Cade even as it leaped into his mind. He knew he’d hit upon some part of the truth—their father didn’t want anyone delving into the past…because he was scared of what they might find out?
The icy hand of premonition glided down his spine. Something from the past was haunting the old man, but it wasn’t ancient history that bothered Walter, Cade surmised. Instead, their father was worried about how this mysterious something from days gone by would affect the future. For some reason, Cade thought of Sara’s father, who had once been Walter’s partner.
“What kind of questions? What gossip?” Rowan demanded.
“Ancient happenings that don’t matter a damn,” Walter said, dismissing the queries scornfully. “I don’t want anyone in this family telling any outsiders a thing. Is that understood?”
“No,” Cade said before his brother could jump in, “it isn’t. Who are you worried about? What do you see as a problem from the past? What makes you suspicious that someone is probing into our business because of it?”
The familiar signs of anger suffused his father’s neck and face in a dull red. An artery throbbed visibly near his temple. Cade maintained his cool.
Walter glared at him. “Maybe the new neighbor that you’re so taken with, for one. Her brother, for another.”
“Who the hell are you talking about?” Rowan demanded.
“Jeremy Carlton’s son and daughter,” Cade answered, putting two and two together and not liking the way things were adding up. He felt defensive where Sara was concerned. “Sara lives next door to me. Her brother is a detective with the SFPD. I don’t know if you remember, but Carlton was Father’s partner in an enterprise long ago.”
“He drowned,” Emily said, her eyes widening. “His body was never found. I remember how upset Mother was. There was speculation that he was murdered.”
“Mere rumors that don’t bear repeating,” Walter scoffed, his manner containing a warning and a threat. “I’ve hired a private detective. If I find any of you have talked about the family or the business, I’ll see that you’re cut
