Chasing Perfect. Сьюзен Мэллери
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me why—I don’t do the golf thing. And I’m not big on the celebrities themselves. Too high-maintenance.”
“Good to know,” Charity murmured. “So you won’t be looking there for a husband.”
Pia laughed. “I’m not sure I’m the marrying kind. I don’t even know if I want kids. I’m still at the keeping-a-plant alive stage of my life. Next, I’ll consider getting a pet.”
“At least you have a plan.”
“I’ll let you know how it works out for me.”
They went through the rest of the festival event schedule. Charity promised to look over the material and let Pia know if she had any questions.
Pia collected her purse and briefcase and stood. “I’m glad you took the job, Charity. I know you were Marsha’s number one choice for it. Which is saying something because numbers two and three were single guys.”
“I’m all the more appreciative.”
“As you should be.” Pia laughed. “By the way, there’s a group of women who get together a couple times a month. Sort of a girls’ night out. Want me to call you the next time we get together?”
“Yes. Thanks. I’d really like that.”
“Then I’ll be in touch.” Pia gave a little wave and left.
Charity returned to her desk, where she could see the stack of folders she would be carrying home that evening for review. She’d been so busy with her job that she hadn’t had time to turn on the TV in her hotel room. Probably not a bad thing. Although a case could be made that a social life would be nice.
Instead of thinking of Robert, a perfectly pleasant and normal single guy, her brain immediately flitted to Josh. The man who had been hitting on her while his nightly entertainment waited in his room. Talk about tacky.
At least a girls’ night out would be fun and a chance to make friends in town. Over the weekend, she could start exploring the area, maybe find out if the local community college had interesting classes on things like cooking or knitting. She needed to get out more.
She noted on her calendar to get a catalog, then turned to her computer. But before she could read her e-mail, there was a knock on her open door.
Charity glanced up to see a forty-something woman wearing a dark blue police uniform walk into her office.
“Alice Barns,” the woman said as she crossed to the desk and shook Charity’s hand firmly. “Fool’s Gold’s Chief of Police. Thought I’d come introduce myself.”
Charity motioned to the chair on the other side of her desk. “I’m glad you did. It’s nice to meet you.” She tilted her head and smiled. “What should I call you?”
The other woman grinned. “Chief Barns in front of the press or my men. Alice when we’re off the clock.”
“Good to know.”
“How are you settling in?” Alice asked.
“It’s been a busy week. Lots to learn. So far, I adore the town.”
“It’s a good place to live,” Alice told her. “Not a lot of crime. A few teenagers thinking they’re smarter than they are. The occasional break-in at one of the vacation rentals. Tourists speeding. Nothing my force can’t handle.” She shifted in her seat. “There might be a new homeless person in town.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Someone’s stealing from the local grocery stores. Mostly snacks and convenience foods. A few toiletries. Not to worry. We’ll find out who’s doing it and put a stop to the stealing.”
While Charity hated the thought of someone going hungry, she understood that local businesses didn’t want to be paying for shoplifters.
“You plan to go exploring around town?” Alice asked.
“Yes. I want to get to know the area.”
“Good idea. Just a word of caution. The abandoned mines are dangerous. Don’t go slipping past the fencing and try to hike down.”
“I’m not much of a hiker,” Charity admitted.
“You’d be surprised how many people try it. They think an old, dangerous mine sounds romantic. If I had my way, we’d leave ‘em lost and let natural selection work things out for us. But Mayor Marsha feels we need to show the tourists a good time, regardless of how stupid they are.”
Charity couldn’t help laughing. Alice’s lips twitched.
“Not that I would say that to the mayor,” Alice murmured.
“Probably for the best.”
Alice rose. “Well, that’s about it. We have zero tolerance for drunk driving, but you’re not the type to try, so I won’t lecture you.”
Charity stood and joined the chief on the other side of the desk. “How can you tell I wouldn’t do that?”
“Am I wrong?”
“No, but you sound sure.”
“I’m a pretty good judge of character.”
They walked out together.
On the main floor of the building Chief Barns shook hands with her again.
“You have any problems, you get in touch with me or anyone in my office,” Alice told her. “Mayor Marsha is very impressed with you and your work and that’s good enough for me.”
Charity felt herself flush a little at the compliment. “Thank you. I’ll do my best to stay out of trouble.”
“I know you will.”
The chief put on her blue cap and walked out onto the sidewalk. Charity watched her go. She’d meant her staying out of trouble comment to be a joke, but Alice had taken it seriously. As if she knew that Charity always did the right thing. She was just that kind of person.
Which was a good thing, right? She’d never believed that bad girls had more fun.
“Alice trying to scare you?”
She turned and saw Robert coming down the stairs.
“I liked her.”
“Wait until she pulls you over for speeding. She can be very intimidating. She has three sons. They play football in high school, so they tower over her. But I swear they all tremble in her presence.”
Charity chuckled. “That could be more a mom thing than a police thing.”
“You’re probably right.” He paused. “I’m heading out to San Francisco this weekend, to meet up with friends. But I wanted to know if you’ll be free next weekend for dinner.”
Dinner with Robert. It sounded…nice.
“I’d like that,” she said.
“Great. We’ll firm up the day and time during the week.” He glanced at his watch. “I need to get going, if I’m going to be in San Francisco on time.”
“Sure. Enjoy your time with your friends.”
“I will.”
He left through a side door that led to the employee parking lot.
Dinner with Robert would be a very pleasant way to spend an evening, she told herself, then winced. Pleasant? Couldn’t she do better than that? So what if she didn’t feel sparks when she was around him? Sparks were dangerous, not to mention highly overrated. Better substance than flash.
She returned to the second floor, but before she got all the way to her office, Sheryl came running out to meet her.
“You’re going to be late,” her assistant told her. “You’d better hurry.”
“For