comforted, as if the sunlight was a benediction on her and her quest for the truth behind her father’s death.
And vengeance for all her family had suffered?
Maybe she could find a way. With her brother’s help. Tyler was a detective with the SFPD. They would work together to solve the mysteries from their past.
The first thing Cade noticed upon arriving home that evening was an older model compact car in the driveway of the adjoining town house. Hmm, his neighbor was supposed to be in the Far East, studying the Chinese art he found so fascinating. Who was at the house?
He would investigate, but first he needed to check in with Stacy and Tai. After pulling into the garage, he dashed up the short flight of steps and into the kitchen.
Five-year-old Stacy and her sitter were in the middle of dinner preparations. “Now stir,” Stacy ordered.
Tai stirred the contents in the mixing bowl. She was twenty-one and a student at the nearby medical school. She picked up Stacy at day care every afternoon and stayed with her until Cade got home. She prepared dinner for the three of them, too. At times, his arrival was very late, but Tai never complained. She used the time to study.
Cade paused at the door and smiled. Sometimes he wondered who was the boss in this household, but then he knew—it was Stacy.
“Daddy!” she squealed when she saw him. “We’re making a cake. It’s a surprise.”
He closed his eyes. “I won’t look,” he promised.
She giggled. “It isn’t for you,” she informed him. “It’s for Sara.”
“Sara?” Cade glanced at Tai.
“She’s your new neighbor. Stacy and I found her weeding the flower bed in front of the house when we got home.”
“That explains the strange car in the drive over there,” he said. “I didn’t know Ron planned on renting the place while he was gone. He usually doesn’t trust anyone with his stuff.”
“She’s a friend of a friend,” Tai explained.
“She’s sitting the house,” Stacy added, then covered her mouth as she giggled over this.
“A house-sitter, huh?” He swung his daughter off the kitchen stool and into the air. She squealed again, this time in laughter as her baby-fine hair swirled out in a blond pouf. After a couple of spins he stopped, then they rubbed noses. Stacy had seen a movie featuring an Eskimo family and learned this was the way they kissed.
“She’s pretty,” Stacy confided when they were through with the ritual greeting. “Her hair is dark like Tai’s, but her eyes are the color of Mrs. Chong’s.”
Mrs. Chong was a very fat, very green-eyed cat belonging to Mrs. Ling, who owned the local ice-cream shop. Cade and Stacy were frequent customers.
“Do we have enough dinner to invite her over?” he asked the sitter.
“Sure,” Tai answered. “There’s a meatball and green bean casserole, roasted potatoes and salad, all ready. I’ve got to run. I’m memorizing bones this week.”
“I’m memering them, too,” Stacy declared importantly.
“Memorizing,” he automatically corrected. His daughter didn’t let pronunciation get in the way of her expressing herself. “Shall we go over and invite our neighbor to eat with us?”
“Yes, but we don’t have the surprise cake done yet.”
“Maybe she’ll help us finish it.”
“See you tomorrow,” Tai said and headed out.
Cade took her place at the mixing bowl. After he put the cake pans in the oven at Stacy’s direction, he set the timer, then held out his hand. “Let’s go meet our neighbor.”
“I already met her.”
“Good, then you can introduce us.”
They went out the front door and rang the doorbell to the other town house. In a couple of seconds, Cade saw a blurry figure hurrying to the door.
“Come in—oh!” the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen called out gaily as she swung open the door, then visibly started when she saw him.
Although Stacy had warned him their new neighbor was pretty, no words could do justice to that combination of black hair and green eyes, the eyes offset to perfection by a sweep of black lashes.
She was average in height and had the type of lithe slenderness he liked in a woman—a long-legged coltish appearance but curvy in the right places, as revealed by a jade-green outfit made of soft clingy material.
For a second, he was speechless as they stared at each other. Then emotion rippled across her face…shock? pain? anger?…he wasn’t sure.
No, he must be mistaken, for now she was smiling in a polite manner, then warmer as she glanced at Stacy, a question in her eyes.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’m Cade Parks, Stacy’s dad. You must be expecting someone….” He let the words trail off into a question.
“No,” she said quickly. “Not really. Uh, I’m Sara Carlton, the new kindergarten teacher at Lakeside. Tai says Stacy will be one of my students when classes start.”
“Sara, come to our house,” Stacy invited. “We’re making a surprise for you.”
“You must call her Miss Carlton,” Cade said.
“Do I have to?” Stacy immediately asked her new teacher.
“Yes, for as long as I’m your teacher.”
Stacy nodded in understanding.
“Tai says there’s enough food for a guest. We would be honored if you would have dinner with us,” Cade told the lovely woman who stood at the door as if guarding the place. “And Stacy has prepared a surprise.”
The neighbor smiled.
Oddly, his heart started thumping. Heat gathered low in his body. Other than casual dates, he hadn’t had time for a woman since his wife died in a car crash two years ago. All his energy had been expended on his child and his work.
“I never could resist a surprise,” the neighbor said. “Let me get my keys.”
Stacy went into the house, although they hadn’t been invited. Cade stepped into the foyer, too.
“Let’s lock the front door,” he called after Sara, liking the way she moved, an almost catlike grace in her form as she stopped by a table where her purse sat. “We can go in through the back.”
When she nodded, he turned the dead bolt on the ornate front door, then followed as Stacy ran in front to walk with her new teacher. His gaze stayed fastened on the alluring sway of her body as she shortened her steps and took his daughter’s hand. Stacy chatted nonstop down the hall, out the back door, onto the shared deck and into
