sighed. “If you wanted my help, why didn’t you just ask me? Why all this elaborate nonsense about bringing me in because I’d violated a bond on some fictional court appearance?”
She would smell a lie if he didn’t tell the truth. “Simple. I didn’t trust you.”
“You didn’t tr—” She broke off there, looking very confused. “How could you mistrust me when you’d never met me?”
“I had a reason.”
“What reason?”
“I’d learned you had connections with some very questionable people.”
“Me? What? That deserves explaining. Like, exactly what did you learn and from whom?”
“You want the long version or the short?”
“Make it brief, but don’t leave anything out.”
Now there was a challenge, Chase thought. He had no choice but to answer it. “There’s this private investigator I use sometimes whenever the bail bond company I work for back in Seattle overloads me with FTAs and I need his help in locating the tough ones.”
“Wait a minute.” Haley wore an expression that said she was not pleased. “Are you telling me you actually had a PI following me?”
“After Josh vanished, yeah.”
“You think I had something to do with that?” No, she was definitely not pleased.
“I didn’t know what to think. I just wanted information.”
“You had some nerve! And what did your PI tell you?”
“For one thing, that you were cheating on Josh with this Bill Farley. My PI had photo evidence of the two of you being cozy around Portland, and I saw it for myself when I arrived and took over.”
“Uh-huh. And what else?”
“That your boyfriend, Farley, is actively associated with some Vegas-type racketeers.”
“Well, thank you for that very incisive report.” Her voice had turned to ice. “Now if you don’t mind hearing some advice...”
“I’m always open to suggestions,” he drawled.
“That’s good, because that’s exactly what I have. When you get back to Seattle, McKinley...when you get back there, the first thing you should do is fire your private investigator, because he definitely stinks. Then after that, I think you need to find a good ophthalmologist and have your eyes examined.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know I have twenty-twenty vision.”
“I don’t see how either you or your PI possibly can. Because the both of you have badly judged the relationship between Bill Farley and me.”
“Yeah? What is the truth?”
“That poor Billy happens to be desperately in love with my friend Jennifer Donaldson. Only she’s given him back his ring and refuses to see him until he’s broken all contact with the crowd he’s been hanging around with. That much is fact.”
“So, why have you been meeting him? And don’t tell me you haven’t.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Yes, I’ve been meeting him. For one reason only. Bill knows how close I am to Jennifer. He’s been pleading with me to intercede for him. But Jennifer is right. He needs to break away from these people. They’re a rough bunch, though, and Bill is afraid of how they’ll react. Anything else?”
“There was that intimate parting on your doorstep.”
“What? The hug of sympathy? Oh, no, don’t tell me you assumed it involved a kiss behind the shrub.”
Chase raised both hands in surrender. “I give up.”
“Not yet you don’t, mister. I gave you the truth. How about yours? Were you ever going to tell me before I discovered that photo in your wallet?”
“I was waiting until Seattle.”
“Why Seattle? Why force me to come all this way? Why didn’t you just explain everything in Portland and save us the trip?”
“I didn’t trust you.”
“You didn’t trust me in Portland, but you would have trusted me in Seattle? How does that make sense?”
“It doesn’t,” Chase admitted. “All I wanted...all I had in my mind was to get you on familiar turf where I was in control, away from any possible interference from what I was convinced were your mob friends who would rush to your rescue with big guns. Look, the fact is I just wasn’t thinking straight.”
“And now? Are you thinking straight?”
“Let’s hope so.”
Chase looked down at what remained on his plate. It had to be cold by now. Neither one had touched their breakfast after the conversation had become so intense.
“I’m not hungry any longer,” he said. “What about you? You want them to bring you a fresh oatmeal?”
She shook her head. “I’m ready to leave.”
“Good. I was hoping for a chance to stretch my legs before we headed back to Portland.”
“You’re in the mood for exercise?”
“It wouldn’t hurt after all those hours yesterday and today that we’ve been sedentary. Also...”
“What?” she urged him.
“I was hoping for a chance to explain to you just why I haven’t been thinking straight.”
“And you feel a walk would be suitable for that?” The look on her face told him she was considering it. “I wouldn’t mind,” she decided.
Chase left a tip on the table, paid the bill at the counter and accompanied Haley out of the diner.
* * *
Considering the wild circumstances that had landed her in both the company and control of Chase McKinley, Haley could have been making a mistake willingly going off with him like this in a lonely place. She sensed, however, that she had nothing to fear. She remembered that she hadn’t feared him this entire time. Despite his bounty hunter swagger, there had been a gentleness lurking within him.
On the other hand, her trust could have more to do with the morning than the man. The sun had risen over the mountains in the east while they were in the diner, promising another feel-good day for Washington. It was still cool, though, with dew on the grass.
Just past the diner, on the access road off the interstate that had brought them first to the motel, was a posted trail to a nature preserve. It was the perfect place for a stroll, lined with the glossy-leaved rhododendrons that were native to the Pacific coast. Even now, past their bloom, they were magnificent shrubs.
