Her fear subsided as the distance between them grew, but it was obvious to Erica that Ryder wasn’t afraid of the dark—or of anything else on this earth.
Erica clenched her fists and thought about screaming—actually thought about tearing her own nightgown, scratching her own face and arms and crying rape just to get the son of a bitch in trouble.But she was too vain to deal with marring her skin and too angry to fake being scared.
“Damn you,” she muttered, and spun on one heel before stalking back into the house.“Damn you and that stupid wife of yours all to hell!”
She slammed the door shut behind her, her breasts heaving, her face flushed with a rage she hadn’t felt in years, and suddenly found herself standing in a wash of white light.
She shrieked.“Tilly!My God!You scared me to death!What do you mean by sneaking around down here in the middle of the night?”
Tilly loomed over her like a dark, avenging angel.“Well, now, Miss Erica, I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
At a loss for words, Erica pushed past her.She didn’t have to explain herself to the help.She was halfway down the hallway when Tilly spoke, and her voice carried all too clearly in the quiet of the house.
“I saw what you did.”
Erica stumbled, then picked up the tail of her gown, and started running toward the stairs.When she reached the safety of her room, she turned the lock and then threw herself on the bed and burst into tears.Somehow, she was going to have to find a way to make this right.It wouldn’t do to make her baby sister angry.Not now.Not when she controlled the purse strings and everything else that mattered in Erica’s world.
* * *
Ryder shut the door behind him, then stood in the darkness, listening.Casey was asleep.Even though the bedroom door was closed, he imagined he could hear the soft, even sounds of her breathing.The air-conditioning unit kicked on and the hum quickly drowned out all but the angry thunder of his own heart.
He looked down at himself, at the sweat running down his body, at the grass stains on the legs of his jeans, and took off his boots.He dropped his jeans by the bedroom door and kept on walking.Careful not to wake Casey, he closed the door to the bathroom before turning on the light.
Completely nude, he stepped beneath the showerhead before turning on the water, uncaring that the first surge came out fast and cold.He reached for the soap and began to scrub himself clean.This time when he was through, he knew he’d be able to sleep.His mind was as weary as his body.
He wrapped another towel around his waist before turning off the light, then opened the door, standing for a moment and letting his eyes adjust to the shadows.When he could see without stumbling, he started across the room.
Later, he would tell himself if he hadn’t looked down…if he hadn’t seen all that long dark hair strewn across her pillow and thought about what it would feel like to sleep wrapped up in its length, he might have made it out of the room.
But, he had looked, and the thought had crossed his mind, and now he stood without moving at the foot of her bed, studying the face of the woman to whom he’d given his name.
She slept on her back with one arm flung over her head and the other resting on her belly.His first impression of her hadn’t changed.She was truly a beautiful woman.But he’d learned since that first meeting in Sonny’s Bar that the essence of Casey Ruban Justice did not lie in the strength of her features, but in the strength of the woman who wore them.
There in the quiet intimacy of a bedroom they had yet to share, Ryder realized he might not know the woman who was his wife, but he respected the hell out of what she stood for, and for tonight, that was enough on which to sleep.
He walked out, taking great care not to let the door bang shut behind him.The sleeping bag was right where he’d left it.He dropped his towel and crawled into it as bare as the day he’d been born, then closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to overtake his weary mind.
In the room next door and in the bathroom beyond, water dripped from the showerhead at a slow, methodic rate.And they slept, and finally, morning came back to start a new day.
* * *
Erica was playing it cool.In her mind, the incident with Casey’s husband had never happened.She strode down the hall with purpose, heading for the kitchen, fully aware that was where Ryder would be eating his meal.
“There you are,” she said, as if he’d been in hiding.“Miles called.You need to go to the airport and pick him up.”
Tilly set a stack of dishes in the sink and wiped her hands on her apron as Ryder stood up from the table.“Oh, set yourself down and finish your food,” she told him.“That boy won’t be here any earlier than noon.He doesn’t like to get up in the morning, so I dare say he won’t be on any of the morning flights.”
Erica refused to rise to Tilly’s bait.“Here’s his flight number and the time of his arrival.Don’t be late.Miles doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
Ryder slipped the note in his pocket without comment.
Erica pivoted, her duty done, and got all the way to the hallway before she got the guts to turn and ask, “Has anyone seen Casey this morning?I needed to talk to her about something.”
“Board of directors meeting this morning.Been gone since seven,” Ryder replied.
“Pooh,” Erica said.“Business, always business.”
“And that business keeps you off the streets, missy,” Tilly told her sharply, banging a lid on a pan for good measure.
