Husband By The Hour. Сьюзен Мэллери
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knew what he was pretending to be. Her assumptions about him proved that his cover had been successful. Still, the remarks stung. As he concentrated on the road, he told himself he was getting too old for this line of work. When the job was finished, he was going to have to rethink his life.
* * *
Welcome To Glenwood.
Hannah stared at the sign and wondered if she was going to throw up. Her stomach, which had calmed down considerably in the afternoon, started acting up again. This time, it wasn’t from the aftereffects of alcohol. It was nerves…and fear.
Nick pulled to the side of the road and turned off the engine. “What do you want to do? Find a hotel or find your mother?”
Her throat closed. She couldn’t speak. Worse, she couldn’t think. She opened her mouth. “I…” She drew in a breath and tried again. “The drive should have taken longer.”
He brushed a finger against the side of her cheek. “I know. Sorry.”
She shook her head. “It’s not your fault.” She’d had a turn at the wheel and discovered that his luxury car did make it amazingly easy to speed. “Give me a minute here. I’m not sure what to do.” Her voice trembled. What had she been thinking when she decided to come up here? This was all a mistake.
Thoughts tumbled over and over in her mind. What to do? She glanced at Nick. He sat patiently waiting for her to decide. He’d been nice to her all day, even though she’d been difficult. She held back a sigh. She didn’t mean to be callous and uncaring. Or so private it came across as paranoid. Even though it had been a lot of years, she had trouble letting go of the past. Trusting people was hard. Trusting someone like him was nearly impossible. But she must have, at least a little, or she wouldn’t have brought him with her.
She rubbed her temples. She was putting off the inevitable. “Let’s see if we can find my mother’s street. If not, we’ll check into a hotel and start again in the morning.”
“No problem.” He started the car and pulled back out on the main road.
Louise had sent directions to where she lived. Hannah pulled out her letter and clicked on the map light. “She rents a room,” she said. “I’m guessing it’s some kind of nursing home or retirement center. I don’t know if that’s going to be in a residential area or not.”
“Depends on the zoning,” Nick said.
She told him where to turn. They drove past a large park. In the twilight, she could just make out a pond with white ducks. Several families had come down to the sloping banks to enjoy the balmy May evening.
Families. Hannah felt a twinge in her chest. She’d been alone most of her life. That’s what she was used to. Not depending on anyone. Now she had a mother. Would that change everything?
She spied a street sign. “Make a right here.”
The residential area looked like something out of a television movie. Two-story houses with wide porches. Mini-vans in the driveways, bikes left on lawns. Shouts of laughter drifted into the car. Hannah felt her throat tighten. When Nick gave her hand a squeeze, she didn’t push him away. Without wanting to admit it, even to herself, she took comfort in his presence.
They made another turn. The street got wider, the houses farther apart. Two-stories became three.
“Someone has money,” she said.
“Maybe it’s your mom.” He grinned.
She smiled back. “Wouldn’t you like that? You could get her involved in one of your land deals.”
“Hey, people have made lots of money with me.”
“Sure.”
“I would never hurt your mother.”
Oddly, she believed him.
“This is the street.” Hannah stared at the houses, sure something must be wrong. Louise couldn’t live here, could she? It didn’t make sense for one person. Maybe a large residence had been converted into apartments or something. “The address is 2301.”
The car slowed to a crawl. “That one,” Nick said, pointing to an especially large house.
In the gathering dusk, Hannah could just make out the shape of the peaked roof and wide porch. “It looks Victorian.”
“Probably is. I think railroad barons first settled this part of the state. The houses might be restored.”
There were so many cars in the driveway, there wasn’t room for theirs. He pulled up to the curb.
Hannah stared at the structure. Her heart pounded rapidly, her palms were sweaty, and she felt as if she was going to be sick.
“What did you tell her about your arrival?” Nick asked quietly.
“I didn’t know how long it was going to take to drive up. I thought we might do it in a couple of days. I just said sometime this weekend.”
“So she’s not expecting you tonight?”
“No. Why?”
He motioned to the cars. “I thought maybe she was throwing a welcome party for you.”
“I doubt that.”
“You want to go to the hotel and come back tomorrow?”
Yes! Yes! That would be great. She could sleep on it, figure out what to say. Slowly, she shook her head. That was the coward’s way out. “I want to go in.”
“Then let’s get it over with.”
He got out of the car and came around to her door. When she stepped out, he took her arm to steady her. Normally she would have slapped him away, or had a biting remark, but tonight her defenses were down. She was confident Nick would use this against her later, that he would tease her unmercifully. She didn’t care. Right now he was a warm body she could cling to. He was the only person she knew in this strange little town. If he offered comfort and protection, she was going to leap at the chance to take it.
She drew the strap of her small purse over her shoulder. Nick closed the car door, then hit the button that activated the alarm. Before she could step toward the house, he moved in front of her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“She’s going to adore you,” he said.
“You think so?”
“I’m sure of it. Just try to remember to smile.”
She curled up her lips, but it felt like more of a grimace. Still, Nick grinned in return and she felt some of her tension ease. He grabbed her hand and started for the house.
As they climbed the steps of the porch, they could hear laughter. “Maybe it’s a party,” Hannah said. “We could be interrupting.”
“I’m sure having you show up will just add to the joy of the occasion.”
In spite of everything, she laughed. “You’re very quick with those lines.”
“They’re effective, too.” He winked.
“I’ll just bet they are.”
The wide front door looked imposing. Nick raised his free hand to knock, then glanced at her for approval. She sucked in a breath and nodded.
The sharp sound was followed by a burst of laughter, then a woman called, “I’ll get it.”
The porch light was bright, as was the light from the foyer. When the woman opened the door, Hannah could see her clearly.
She was on the tall side, maybe five-six, in her mid-forties. Hannah had a brief impression of blue eyes and a generous mouth before her attention focused on the woman’s clothes. She wore lime green slacks and a turquoise shirt. A gold belt circled her waist twice. Heavy makeup highlighted her features and big dangling earrings hung below the layered edges of her short