“Because of…him?”
Carefully, he took two mugs out of the cabinet. “Yeah.”
“I’m so sorry.”
At that, he chuckled. “Hell, Sarah. Nobody’s as sorry as I am.” He brought the filled mugs to the table. “But for the record, it’s not as tabloid as it sounds. She was engaged to Matt first. He went missing on a classified Army assignment and they told us he was dead. We got married and Erin and Jen were born. Then, after five years, Matt came back.”
“Five years!”
“He’d been a POW the whole time, which the Army in its wisdom either didn’t know or wouldn’t tell us. Kristin hadn’t ever stopped loving him, and…and it was tearing her apart, being with me when he was around. So there you go.” Grabbing a raspberry-filled pastry, he took a sticky bite.
Sarah still hadn’t touched her coffee or the doughnuts. “You’re very honorable, to set her free.”
“A white knight, in the flesh.”
“Do the girls live here with you?”
He ran out of brittle comments. “Not full-time. Kristin and I have been sharing custody since I moved out about eighteen months ago. But now…” Luke couldn’t bear to think about the change in his life. And he surely couldn’t translate pure anguish into words.
The woman across the table accepted his silence and picked up her cup with the fingers and thumbs of both hands, taking a small sip of coffee. She chose a raspberry doughnut and finished it, along with the brew, in silence. Then she looked over. “I don’t suppose anyone’s turned in my purse.”
Luke released a relieved breath at the change in subject. “I checked before I left the station. No.”
She rested her unbruised temple on the back of her bandaged wrist. “I don’t even know where to start. I can’t get into my car without keys, and I can’t get extra keys because they’re in the condo.” Her sigh wavered. “I can’t get in there without keys and the manager doesn’t know me without ID, but all my ID—”
“Hold on, Sarah. Calm down.” Her rough whisper had taken on an edge of hysteria that worried him. “Don’t try to solve all the problems at once. You have an extra key to the car?”
She nodded, brushing a fingertip across her marred cheek to catch a tear.
“That’s good. We’ll go to the condo, and I can convince the manager to let you in.”
“How?”
“I’m a cop. Why shouldn’t he believe me?”
“She.” Her lips quivered in a near smile.
Luke grinned back. Solid ground for both of them. “She. Once we get into your place, we’ll call the credit card companies. Then—”
“Credit cards?”
“You have to cancel them, right? The guy could be running up your bill.”
She stared at him, then shook her head. “That’s—that’s right. I totally forgot about the cards.”
“Well, now you remember. So we’ll cancel them and then we’ll get your car.”
“Wait…I’m confused.” She held up a hand. “Why should you—I mean, don’t you…have other things to do?”
“Sure,” Luke lied, unable to pull up a laugh of any kind. “But you need some help and I’ve got the time to spare. We’re the perfect couple.”
Sarah’s gaze demanded a deeper level of truth. He cleared his throat. “Look, I hate what that guy did to you. If I can’t find him, at least I can help you get things back together. Any friend would do that for another. And don’t ask me why, but I feel like we are. Friends.” There. That was as honest as he could be.
She did smile then, for the first time since last night. “Me, too. Which is really weird, because—”
“Because I can’t even remember your last name.”
“Randolph. Sarah Rose Randolph.”
“Well, Sarah Rose, you’re as dressed as a lot of people ever get in a beach town. Find your shoes and let’s start putting your life back together.”
SARAH KNEW she shouldn’t let herself depend on Luke. As a capable adult, she ought to be able to get herself out of any trouble she got into. Until six months ago, she wouldn’t have dreamed of imposing on anyone like this.
But, oh, the comfort of having him there. With Luke standing behind her, she found the strength to assert her identity to the condo manager, who actually believed her and let them into the house without an argument.
And with Luke around, instead of dwelling on her problems and giving up on the solutions, she felt focused enough to look through the file box she’d started for her bills, finding the credit card slips and the numbers she needed. The people on the other end of the line for each company seemed very kind. Or was that just the soothing effect of Luke’s presence?
She paused between phone calls. “There’s juice in the refrigerator, I think. Help yourself.”
“Thanks, I will. How about you?”
“Yes, please.” The first cabinet he opened contained the glasses. He chose tall ones—as she would have—and added ice, just as she liked it. She’d had the same experience last night in his kitchen—she’d known exactly where things would be, as if their minds worked in the same pattern. Sarah thought such instant closeness should be scary.
Instead, she felt grateful to have found a friend like Luke.
“That’s the last of them?” he asked as she clumsily hung up the phone.
“I think so.”
“Did they report any large charges since last night?”
“None for days.”
“Good—we stopped him before he got started.” Then he snapped his fingers. “Do you have a phone card?”
“A—” Sarah stopped herself from repeating his words, like a lost child. “I do, as a matter of fact. I’ll call the phone company.”
When she hung up this time, he had picked up the framed photograph she kept on the table by the couch. “Is this your brother? Boyfriend?”
“James Daley. I…worked with him.”
“James Daley, the journalist?”
“That’s the one.”
Luke gave her a searching look. “Daley’s pretty good. I like his stuff for Events.”
“James always told the story as he saw it.”
“Told?”
Sarah
