shot him a brief glance, then fixed her gaze on a bougainvillea bush growing a few feet beyond his left shoulder. “No. The police found nothing. Not any sort of clue.”
Desperate to ease the fire licking up her bare arm, Raine eased her hand from beneath his and cradled it around her coffee cup.
Watching her, Neil wished she hadn’t pulled away from him so quickly. Her hand had been incredibly soft and he’d found that touching her, even in that simple way, had given him a rush of male excitement far above anything he’d felt in years. What could that possibly mean? he wondered wryly. His taste was turning toward young innocents? Lord, help him.
“Okay. Let’s try another angle. Where did she go once she recovered enough to leave the hospital in Fredericksburg?” he asked with more patience than he was actually feeling.
“Down here to San Antonio. She stayed in a Catholic convent until I was born. After that, she found a job clerking in a bank. Eventually she put enough savings together to rent her own apartment and make a home for herself and me. She says the past was gone. She had to focus on the future.”
“Hmm. I can understand that. To a certain point.” Neil swallowed the last of his pie as his gaze slid over Raine Crockett’s lovely face. Her skin was on the pale side, but sun-kissed enough to tell him she didn’t hibernate indoors. He could only wonder what shade she would be beneath her blue dress. “So when do you think I can meet with your mother?”
Raine stared at him as her mind worked furiously. She’d not been expecting him to suggest something like this. She’d thought he would take the information she’d given him and go on about the investigation on his own.
“I—I don’t know…it couldn’t be wise,” she finally managed to get out.
Rolling his eyes with impatience, he said, “Look, Raine, I understand that you don’t want to step on your mother’s toes, but you can’t just tie my hands. If that’s the way you plan on doing things, then I might as well head back home.”
Anger tightened her lips. Who did he think he was? she asked herself, someone who could just barge into her private life whether she wanted him to or not? “Maybe you should do just that,” she said with slow deliberation. “Now that you’re here, I’m not so sure I’ve done the right thing.”
Neil leaned across the tiny table so that their faces were only inches apart. Raine clasped her hands together in her lap to prevent them from trembling.
“I thought you were serious about this. I didn’t travel a thousand miles just to hear you say you’ve changed your mind!”
It was easy to see that she’d angered him, Raine thought. His blue eyes sparked and his voice was as taut as a guitar string. But the idea certainly didn’t distress her. From the moment he’d walked up and introduced himself, he’d been upsetting her.
“I haven’t changed my mind…exactly,” she corrected him. “When you asked to see my mother…well, I didn’t realize that would be necessary. Can’t I show you a photo instead?”
His brows lifted. “You have a recent one with you?”
Nodding, Raine reached for her handbag. “It’s not an extreme close up of her face, but I think you’ll see the resemblance.”
She rummaged around in her small black handbag until she found what she was looking for. Neil watched as she pulled a snapshot from a long white envelope and handed it to him.
Taking the photo from her, he turned it right side up. The woman staring back at him appeared to be in her sixties. Her hair a light color somewhere between blond and gray. She was a tall woman with a figure that he suspected was once a real head turner, but now there were extra pounds around her waist and on her hips. She was dressed casually in slacks and a short-sleeved blouse that could have been purchased off any discount store rack. If this was truly Darla Carlton, then she’d lost her taste for the finer things.
Neil had only been a young teenager when Linc’s mother, Darla, had left the T Bar K, but he still carried memories of the woman. For one thing, she’d been very pretty with a sort of delicate air about her. One day he and Linc had entered the house to grab colas from the fridge when they’d come upon her weeping. She’d been wearing a lavender satin robe edged with Spanish lace. The scent of roses had clouded around her as she dabbed a handkerchief to her eyes and tried to smile at her son and his friend. He’d thought she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.
Linc had been embarrassed that they’d caught his mother still dressed in her robe at one o’clock in the afternoon. But Neil had been intrigued and had thought about the woman for days afterward.
“Neil?”
The sound of her voice calling his name caused Neil to push away his old memories and glance up at her. She gave him a wan smile that was full of nerves and in that moment, Neil knew he had to come up with a perfectly viable excuse to follow Raine to the Sandbur.
“I was wondering what you think?” she persisted. “Do you think it might be her?”
Neil placed the photo on the tabletop while promising himself he would never purposely lead this woman on just so he could spend time with her. Hell, he had all sorts of girlfriends back in San Juan County. He wasn’t that desperate for a woman. Only this one, a little voice whispered in his head.
“I can’t be sure,” he answered truthfully. “There are some similarities about the two women. The height and the shape of the face. Your mother is a heavier person than Darla Carlton was when she went missing.”
“Twenty-five years usually adds some pounds to a woman,” Raine replied with a grimace, then added, “You don’t think it’s her, do you?”
Neil gave her his brightest smile. “There’s always a chance it could be her. We need to do more investigating. If I could see your mother and talk to her it would be a big help.”
It was all Raine could do to keep from jumping up from her chair and running as fast and as far as she could from this smooth-talking lawyer. He was going to be trouble. Not only with her mother, but with her. Just looking at him made her feel like a simpleton. How could she possibly keep her senses in check around him?
“She’d chase you out of the house if she had any sort of suspicion that you were an attorney or private investigator.” Raine chewed on her bottom lip as she contemplated the situation. “We’ll have to be more subtle than that.”
Neil let loose a wry chuckle. “Subtle. You mean we’ll have to lie to her, don’t you?”
The frown creasing her forehead grew deeper. “Don’t try to make me feel any guiltier than I already do,” she answered. “There’s no other way to handle it. You’ll have to come to the house as—” She broke off as her mind searched for some feasible excuse to invite him into her mother’s home.
“Your love interest,” Neil finished for her.
Raine’s mouth fell open as her heart thumped loudly in her ears. “My…what?” she asked with a gasp.
Neil laughed softly. “You heard me. I’ll be your new sweetheart. Anything wrong with that?”
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