Close Proximity. Donna Clayton
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she pointed out.
“I may not know him personally, but David Corbett has a strong sense of right and wrong. He’s shown that over and over again to my people.”
His gaze shifted, and she got the distinct impression that he wasn’t telling all he knew.
“Let’s just say,” he went on, “that my gut tells me he is innocent.”
Caution seemed to pulse from him. And he said no more.
Memories of Stephen flooded her mind, bringing with them a wave of pain and emotional agony that became nearly more than she could bear. Before the thoughts and feelings could get a foothold, though, she shoved them away from her, far to the back of her brain.
She didn’t need another secretive man in her life. Personal or professional.
Libby had been hurt in the past by a man who refused to reveal all, and she was determined not to be duped by another. But then the scene on the courthouse steps came rushing vividly into her mind. So many people seemed against her father. So many people wanted his head on a platter. And Springer and the authorities seemed happy to supply the length of her dad’s neck for the offering. The case seemed mountainous. And she felt terribly alone.
Maybe, she thought, an uneasy alliance with Rafe James was better than no alliance at all.
She tipped up her chin, her decision made. “Okay,” she said, reaching her hand out to him, “so we’re in this together.”
Without hesitation, he slid his hand in hers.
Three
“I can’t believe the judge denied bail.”
Rafe remained quiet as he watched Libby pace the length of the room. She was livid. And seeing her caught up in all that fury, he was struck by the sheer glory of her.
“A flight risk? How could they believe my father would run? Everyone in this town knows him. Well, most everyone, anyway.”
Turning around, she strode back toward him, her gaze dipping and roving wildly, seeing nothing, as thoughts so obviously careered through her head at lightning speed.
“He’d never run. Never. His only intention is to clear his good name.”
Her aquamarine eyes blazed with heated emotion, her long auburn curls bounced with the anger fairly pulsing from her waving arms and jutting shoulders. She was surely a sight to behold.
Finally, he felt compelled to quietly ask, “Did you know he’d planned the trip?”
He remembered how shocked she’d looked when the D.A. had requested that bail be denied due to the risk of David’s fleeing the country.
“He didn’t plan the trip,” she told him. “I did. Before Christmas. He loves to ski and the skiing in Canada is great this time of year.”
Her gaze latched on to Rafe’s, and the shadows that clouded her eyes tore at the very heart of him. She was feeling guilty. That much was plain.
“I’ve been begging him for years to do something fun. I pushed extra hard this year. I even booked the flight and hotel myself. I wanted him to get away and have a good time. Even if I had to bully him into doing it.” She sighed. “I fully expected him to cancel the reservations. But he didn’t.” Softly, she added, “And I remember how happy I was about that.”
The deep crease etching her brow marred her beautiful face.
“This was going to be the first trip he’d taken…”
A lump of emotion seemed to swell in her throat. She attempted to swallow around it, and the effort seemed painful.
“…since Mom died.” Her gaze glittered with moisture. “Rafe, they’ve confiscated his passport, the airline tickets, everything. They really do believe Dad’s a flight risk. They really believe he’s guilty of these charges.”
So, the reality of things was setting in, Rafe saw.
Yes, she was an attorney. In her San Francisco practice, she represented myriad clients who faced allegations just like these every single day. Rafe was sure she had understood the seriousness of her father’s predicament all along; however, when it came to one’s family, it was hard for a person to really imagine anything bad happening. But it seemed that the direness of her father’s situation was finally sinking into her head…into her heart.
The sympathy Rafe felt ached from down deep in his soul. He didn’t want to care about this woman. Couldn’t afford to. Caring made a man weak. And he’d vowed years ago, that weak was the one thing he wouldn’t allow himself to be.
But seeing her haunted gaze, understanding the frustration she was experiencing, imagining the guilt she was feeling over what she saw as her part in providing evidence against her father in the form of those trip reservations, Rafe couldn’t just sit by, see the misery in her gorgeous eyes and do nothing. But he didn’t dare surrender to his desire to touch her. He didn’t dare yield to the urge to take her in his arms and reassure her.
Instead, he said, “Did you ever think that maybe David is better off behind bars?”
She whirled on him. “How can you say that? That place is horrible. He’s penned up in that little cell with nothing to occupy his mind. He’s—”
“Got three hot meals a day,” he interjected, “a clean, warm bed to sleep in and a bevy of armed guards to protect him.”
That’s more than you have at the moment, he wanted to remind her. But he didn’t.
Bewilderment wrinkled her forehead.
From the moment he’d spied her on those courthouse steps, heard her declaring loud and long her intentions of clearing David’s name, Rafe had experienced the strangest sense that Libby might be in danger. Not from the reporters and not from the picketers. But from someone. Some unseen, unknown force.
When he’d sought her out at her father’s house to offer his investigative services, something gut-deep made him hold his tongue regarding his opinion that she needed a bodyguard. Working for her as a P.I., he’d figured, would give him plenty of opportunity to keep a watchful eye on her. And after having spent some time getting to know her, even if it had been just a couple of days, he knew for certain that she wouldn’t appreciate hearing that he thought she was in any kind of jeopardy. She was most definitely the kind of woman who felt certain she could look after herself. Maybe, though, he could plant a small seed of warning in her head by using her father as an example.
“Someone dumped that dimethyl-butyl ether,” he quietly explained. “And since we both know David wouldn’t go near DMBE, then the guilty party is out there somewhere. Waiting to see how things pan out. Hoping your dad takes the fall.”
Her brow smoothed somewhat. But then her brilliant, jewel-toned eyes glittered with new understanding.
“If there is evidence that points to David,” Rafe continued, “then it just might be unwise for him to be walking the streets, if you know what I mean.”
She nodded, silent and suddenly pensive.
He didn’t want to frighten her. Fear often paralyzed rather than readied a person. His only intention was to make her aware of reality.
“Speaking of evidence…” He’d made his point, he felt, so now was the time to change the subject. “What’s the D.A. got on David that would lead to this arrest? Can they actually prove anything?”
“Well, I can’t say for certain until I get my hands on copies of the evidence. I’ve filed for discovery. Soon we’ll have access to everything: physical evidence, depositions, police reports…” She shook her head. “It must be a mountain of stuff.”
He shot her an expression that had her expounding on her last statement.
“The day I arrived in Prosperino,” she said, “the police searched