sun was setting beyond the park, over the vast stretch of orderly rows of houses north west of Chicago. The lengthening shadows showed Riley’s yard as plain and stark.
“Setting that aside,” he said, though he’d pondered the very question in bed last night, then again at work today.
He’d also pondered Kalissa, her crystal green eyes, those deep red lips, and what looked like a perfect body, nearly but not quite camouflaged by her work clothes. He’d checked social media sites today, but there were no tagged photos of Kalissa Smith. Her name was on the Mosaic Landscaping site, but it didn’t have her picture.
“Could she have been spying for her sister?” Ashton asked.
Riley had considered and discarded that theory. “If she was, she deserves an acting award.”
“And it seems pretty elaborate,” said Ashton, propping his feet up on one of the wooden stools.
Riley had to agree. “There’s no way she overheard our conversation from out on the patio. All she could report was that I met with Pierre Charron, and maybe for how long. And why would you use a Darci clone to do that? There are far easier ways. Bribe a waiter, for example.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
Riley reached for his cell phone. “I’m thinking about doing some landscaping.”
Ashton smiled. “Keep your enemies close?”
Riley fished into his shirt pocket for the Mosaic Landscaping business card. “I don’t think she’s the enemy. I don’t know what the heck this is all about.”
“You think they’re really twins?”
“They’re absolutely identical.”
“You sure it wasn’t Darci?”
“I’m positive. I checked. Shane and Darci were at an art gallery last night, a charity event on the other side of town.”
Ashton was silent for a few minutes. “Then why pursue it? What’s in it for you?”
Riley dialed with his thumb. “I don’t know yet.”
Ashton shifted in his chair, turning sideways to face Riley. “You’re attracted to her.”
“She’s attractive,” Riley admitted.
“This isn’t about wanting what Shane’s already got.”
Riley frowned. “I’ve been over that for a very long time.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Mosaic Landscaping,” came Kalissa’s breathy voice.
“Is this Kalissa?” He already knew the answer.
“Yes, it is.” She sounded like she was slightly out of breath.
“This is Riley,” he hesitated over his last name. “Have I called at a bad time?”
“Not at all. How can I help you?”
He pictured her pushing a wheelbarrow, flushed cheeks, a bead of sweat at her temple. “I was hoping to make an appointment with you.”
“Okay. Are you looking for a site visit? Or do you want to come into the office?”
“The office. Is today a possibility?”
“Um.” She blew out a breath. “We’ll be back there in about an hour. Is that too late?”
“An hour is fine.” He glanced at his watch and realized it was coming up on seven. “Long work day?” he couldn’t help but ask.
“About normal,” she said. “Riley...?”
“We met last night.”
There was silence on the other end.
“You asked me if I had a yard.”
“Megan asked you if you had a yard.”
“Well, I do. Have a yard.” He gazed out over it, knowing the front yard was just as neglected. “I’ve been thinking about it, and it could use some landscaping.”
“Is this a joke?”
“No joke. I need some landscaping.”
Ashton rolled his eyes and lifted his beer to take a swallow.
There was another pause before she continued. “What’s the lot size?”
“Seventy by one-hundred and thirty. I have an oak tree.”
“Bully for you.”
“I mean that’s all I have. It’s a patchy lawn with a single oak tree. It’s pathetic, really. I don’t know how you’ll save it.”
“Maybe we should come out and take a look,” she suggested.
“I’d rather talk first. You know, toss around some general ideas.”
“Whatever you prefer. Seven forty-five? Mr...”
“Seven forty-five sounds good. I’ll be there.” He disconnected.
“Smooth,” said Ashton.
Riley reached for his own beer. “I don’t want to tell her my last name.”
He didn’t want her to know he was Shane’s competitor. She might not know the Colborns yet, but Riley was willing to bet she’d meet them soon.
“Make one up,” said Ashton.
“I don’t want to lie to her either.”
“Ha, there’s a challenge. She’s coming to your house, and you’ll have to write her a check.”
Riley had already thought of that. “The house is registered to Ellis Aviation’s numbered holding company, and I can pay the bill in cash.”
“Oh, that will allay her suspicions. She’ll think you’re a criminal.”
“Or a conspiracy theorist.” Riley took a thoughtful drink. “You know, that could work. I accused her of being a spy last night. If I behave like I’m generally paranoid, she’ll think it’s just my personality.”
Ashton chuckled. “Can I come along? This sounds entertaining.”
* * *
Kalissa couldn’t decide if Riley was paranoid, a covert operative or maybe even in the witness protection program. He claimed to be a conspiracy theorist, but she wasn’t buying it. Never mind that few conspiracy theorists would describe themselves that way, over the past week she’d found his most dominant
