Neil has a small family. Since both my parents are dead, I don’t really have anybody.”
“You’ve got me,” he said. “And I’m honored to be walking you down the aisle.”
“Tom would have wanted it that way. It’s symbolic that you’re giving me away.”
He didn’t like the way that sounded. He wanted to hold on to their friendship. “I’m not leaving your life. Or Benjy’s. Like it or not, I’m always going to be hanging around.”
“I like it.”
She had the warmest smile. When she relaxed, he saw that candle flame inside her grow steady and strong. He reached across the table and took her hand. “Your wedding shouldn’t be a burden.”
“I’ve missed you.” She gazed into his eyes. “It’s been over a month since I’ve seen you.”
“Anytime you need me, I’m just a phone call away.” He looked into her eyes. The color of her irises had always fascinated him—a greenish-gray that seemed to change with her mood and the clothes she wore. Right now, they were more green, matching the cardigan she’d thrown over her white V-neck shirt. “Tell me how your quiet little ceremony turned into a monster.”
“Everybody means well.” She gave his hand a squeeze, rose from the table and went to the sink to get a glass of water. “At first, I only wanted to invite my partner at the restaurant and the main chef. When the other employees heard, they wanted to come, and I couldn’t say no.”
Her south Denver restaurant—Waffles—was only open for breakfast and lunch. “Your staff isn’t too large.”
“Right, and I figured we’d have the reception at Waffles in the evening so catering wouldn’t be a problem. Just a casual dinner. Then Neil’s friends and coworkers wanted invitations. Doctors and nurses from the hospital. And professors from the university. Important people.” She took a sip of her water. “Not that the woman who’s working on a cure for malaria is more important than one of my busboys, but I want to put my best foot forward.”
“I understand.”
“Before I knew what was happening, I was arranging for tons of flowers and a DJ and imported champagne and a fancy cake.” Her eyes flashed. “That reminds me. I hope you’re not dating anybody special right now because I’ve got someone I want you to meet. She’s French.”
“Ooh-la-la.” He hated being fixed up but didn’t want to burst her bubble.
“On top of everything else,” she said, “I’m selling the house, and it has to look great.”
“Is that why you’re still living here instead of at Neil’s house? For showings?”
“For convenience,” she said. “My house is five minutes away from the restaurant and from Benjy’s babysitter. It’s easier to stay here while I handle the wedding preparations. Neil lives on the outskirts of Boulder. It’s a forty-five-minute drive, longer if I run into traffic.”
It seemed to him that a couple in love would want to be together no matter how problematic. If he’d been getting married to Angela, he would have turned his life upside down to be with her.
“I’m here now,” Shane said. “Tell me what you need, and you can consider it done.”
She gave him a quick hug. “I’m glad you’re here. When I heard that crash in the bedroom, I was imagining the worst.”
“And it was nothing serious,” he said. “The wind must have knocked the painting off the wall.”
She looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“Your bedroom window was open.”
Her eyes widened, and she gasped. “It was closed. I’m sure it was closed. I remember the rain splattering against the panes.”
If that was true, someone had opened the window. She was right about the intruder. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, God, I don’t know.” Her hand rose to cover her mouth. “I think so. Is there a way to prove someone was inside?”
“I doubt anyone was inside. With all this rain, they would have left wet footprints, and I didn’t see anything.”
She shuddered. “What if they were standing outside and peeking in?”
He thought of his gun under the pillow in the extra bedroom. If somebody was sneaking around the house, he needed to secure his weapon. “Stay here.”
He retrieved his gun and checked the window in the guestroom. It was locked. Moving fast, he surveyed the other windows and made sure they were all fastened.
When he returned to the kitchen, she was pacing. Her moment of calm had been replaced by renewed panic.
“Angela, listen to me.”
“How could I be so careless? I know I should keep the windows locked, but I have them open during the day. When I checked on Benjy earlier tonight, his window was open and the screen was loose. Somebody could have slipped inside. Into my son’s room!”
“The window is locked now. I checked.”
“I don’t understand. Why would anyone want to rob me?”
He fastened his holster on his hip and put the gun away. Holding her by both shoulders, he stared into her eyes. “This isn’t a typical break-in. Nothing was stolen.”
“What are you saying?”
“This is personal.” Somebody wanted to hurt her, to frighten her.
“How do you know?”
“I’m not a big-city cop, but I’ve seen my share of troublemakers and stalkers.”
“A stalker? Oh, damn. What am I going to do?”
“You and Benjy need to move out of this house as soon as possible. Tonight. Maybe you can stay at Neil’s house.”
“I can’t. I don’t want him to think I’m crazy. Or helpless.”
“He’s going to be your husband. If you can’t share your fears with someone you love, who can you tell?”
“Not tonight.” In spite of her raging fear, her voice was determined. “I won’t wake Benjy again. I’m putting him through too many changes. A new house. A new daddy. A new babysitter. I can’t tell him that mommy has a stalker. I don’t want to scare him.”
“I understand.” And he figured he could handle just about any threat. “We’ll stay here. I’ll make sure we’re safe.”
“Thank you, Shane.” She flung her arms around his neck and held on tight. Her slender body pressed against him, and he tried to ignore his natural response to having a beautiful woman in his arms. This was Angela, after all. She’d been Tom’s wife, then his widow. Now she was engaged to another man. Shane had no right to feel anything more than friendship.
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