grabbed a hair tie and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail atop her head, and then sat at the desk. When Sammy was two years old her husband, Blake, had left her...had left them.
She’d desperately needed a job and yet also needed to be home to take care of a blind child. That was when she’d begun her web design business, and thankfully it had flourished and grown to the point she was able to keep up with the bills and see that her children were well-fed and clothed.
Of course moving into this house where there was no rent or mortgage was going to help out tremendously. Not only did she need to start saving for college for the kids, she also wanted to get Sammy a guide dog when he turned sixteen. For the first time since Blake had walked out on them she had the real hope that those things would happen.
However, nothing was going to happen if she didn’t get down to work right now. Mentally shoving her thoughts of her children away, she opened up her email. Reading her email had become an unpleasant task since Leon Whitaker had entered her life. Today was no different. There were three emails and two texts from the man threatening to destroy her life.
She sighed, wondering when Leon would finally move on and leave her alone. She deleted them, and at the same time her doorbell rang. She jumped up and hurried to answer.
She opened the door to find her smoking-hot next-door neighbor standing on the porch. She hadn’t officially met him yet, but had watched him mowing his lawn on more than one occasion, his broad bare back gleaming in the sunshine.
“Hi.” He smiled, showing teeth that were straight and white. He set down the large flowering plant he held in one arm. “I thought it was about time I came over to officially introduce myself and welcome you to the neighborhood. I’m Troy Anderson.”
“Hi, I’m Eliza... Eliza Burke.” She looked down at the plant. “It’s gorgeous.” Huge flowers in a beautiful shade of deep pink adorned the sturdy green stalks. She fought the impulse to reach up and do something with her messy hair.
“It’s a peony. I thought it might look nice right there next to your porch.” He pointed to a bare spot and then looked at her expectantly.
“What a nice thought. Uh, would you like to sit and have a cup of coffee?” She gestured to the porch swing. It would be nice to get to know her neighbor, although it would be much more comfortable if he weren’t so darned good-looking. A wild flutter of butterflies had taken wing in her chest the moment he’d first smiled at her.
“I’d love a cup of coffee,” he replied. He stepped past her, trailing the scent of sunshine and an attractive woodsy cologne on his way to the swing.
“Uh, I’ll be right back.” She stepped back inside and locked the door behind her. She never lost track of the fact that she was a woman living here only with her two small children.
While Troy appeared to be a decent, law-abiding citizen, she didn’t feel comfortable enough to invite him inside, at least not yet. Still, it had been very nice of him to come over and bring the plant.
Darn, she should have asked him if he used cream or sugar in his coffee. She placed a pod in the coffee machine and waited for it to whoosh out Colombian caffeine into the mug.
When it was finished she hurried back outside. “I didn’t think to ask you if you wanted anything in your coffee.”
“Black is fine,” he assured her as he took the cup from her. She sank down in a nearby wicker chair.
“So, I’ve seen some children in your backyard,” he said.
“Yes, Sammy and Katie.” She couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips as she thought of her children. “Katie is seven and Sammy is six.”
“And Mr. Burke?” His eyes were an intense blue as they held her gaze.
“There is no Mr. Burke,” she replied, deciding to be honest. Thoughts of Blake always made her angry and sad at the same time. “What about you? Is there a Mrs. Anderson?”
“No, I’m divorced. No wife and no children.” A darkness crept into his eyes. It was there only a moment and then vanquished by another one of his heart-stopping smiles. “So, Ms. Eliza Burke, what do you do for a living? the nosy neighbor asked.” He raised his cup to his lips and took a sip.
“I have my own web design business,” she said. “And I assume you’re Troy Anderson as in Anderson Lawn and Landscaping. I’ve seen your truck parked in front of your house.”
The butterflies continued to fly. What on earth was wrong with her? She hadn’t had that kind of a reaction to a man for years.
“That’s me,” he replied. “Maybe we can trade services. I’ll take care of your lawn and you can update my website.”
“I’m sure we can work something out.” Actually she hadn’t thought about the lawn, since right now everything was summer brown and needed no tending.
“And I’ll be glad to plant the peony for you.”
“That’s too kind of you,” she protested.
“Nonsense, I brought it, so I’ll plant it. I’ll get it taken care of sometime tomorrow.” He took another sip of the coffee. “I couldn’t help but notice when you opened your door that something in there smells wonderful,” he said.
“I’ve got chicken cacciatore in the Crock-Pot.”
“Oh, that’s one of my favorite dishes.” Once again he appeared to be looking at her in expectation.
“If you’d like to join us this evening we usually sit down to eat around five.” The words were out of her mouth before she realized she was going to speak them.
“That sounds great. I’d love to join you.” He took another drink of his coffee and then stood and walked toward her to hand her the cup. “I should get going, but I look forward to seeing you again this evening, Eliza. Thanks so much for the coffee and the invitation.”
She stood and watched him until he disappeared into his house. Only then did she turn and go back inside. She returned to her desk and frowned thoughtfully. The short conversation had been rather strained and she felt strangely manipulated into the dinner invitation...and strangely excited at the same time.
* * *
TROY HEADED BACK to his house, his mind working overtime to process what he’d just learned. Eliza Burke was definitely a stunner. Her dark hair pulled up in the ponytail had showcased beautiful gray eyes and prominent cheekbones.
But he hadn’t gone over there to check out the physical attributes of the new neighbor. He needed to find out who had stood in the upstairs window and watched him bury the gun. He now knew she didn’t have a husband, but was another adult living with her? Was there somebody else besides her and the two children in the house? Somebody who had seen what he had done?
Worming his way into a dinner invitation had been absolutely perfect. Hopefully he’d know tonight what had been seen and by whom. In the meantime he had other concerns whirling around in his head.
Somebody had killed Steven Winthrop and that meant somebody was playing by their own set of rules. He knew Nick Simon had encountered a similar problem and even though it was against the terms they
