The Liar, Page 57

  “He’s going to live?”

  “They say he is. Then he can spend the rest of his life behind bars. The other one, he’s one tough son of a bitch. They’re giving him a better than decent shot.”

  “I didn’t kill him. I don’t have to live with having killed him.” She closed her eyes again. “But he’ll go to prison. He won’t get out again.”

  “He’s going to spend what’s left of his life in a cell. He’s never going to touch you or Callie.”

  “Tell her the good part,” Ada Mae insisted. “We’ve had enough talk of that man in this house.”

  “Spending his life in prison’s a pretty good part,” Forrest said, but shrugged. Then grinned. “There’s a finder’s fee for the property stolen in Miami. Standard ten percent. There’s going to be some paperwork and some hoops to jump through, but Special Agent Landry figures you’ll get about two million out of it.”

  “Two million what?”

  “Dollars, Shelby. Pay attention.”

  “But . . . he stole it.”

  “And the information you gave us found it.”

  “We need to have mimosas.” When Ada Mae wept into her hands, Jack put his arms around her. “Oh, Daddy, why don’t we have any champagne?”

  “They’re going to give me all that money.” Shelby held up her hands, struggled to take it in. “Enough I can pay off the rest of the debt?”

  “Don’t see how it’s your debt to begin with,” Viola said, “but you’ll be free and clear. The man’s not dead, Shelby Ann, and you were never his wife. Unless you’ve got fools for lawyers, some of that debt’s already going to be gone. You’ll have enough left, if I have any say about it, to give you a good start.”

  “I can’t imagine it. I have to let it settle in. I just can’t believe I’d be free of that weight. Free of him, altogether.”

  “I want you to eat now, and rest some more.”

  “I need to see Callie, Mama.”

  “What are you going to tell her?”

  “I’m going to tell her as much of the truth as I can.”

  “She’s got MacNee, Donahue and Pomeroy in her,” Viola said. “She’ll stand up to it.”

  • • •

  LATER SHE TOOK Callie to Griff’s. She thought both of them could use some time around a man who’d never hurt them. And she wanted some quiet time of her own with him.

  She sat on the porch with him while Callie raced around with the dog in a shower of bubbles.

  “I can’t believe you bought her another bubble machine.”

  “It’s not another. It’s one for here.”

  “I’m so glad you said it was all right to bring her here for a while.”

  “It’s always all right, Red.”

  “I guess I know that, too. So much went through my mind last night, on that awful drive, in that cabin. I’m only going to bring him up to say Daddy’s checked in with the hospital. They both came out of it. Richard, he’s trying to work a deal, but they’re not giving him room for one. And the other one, he’s giving them chapter and verse. I think Forrest had the right of it. He’s never going to get out of prison. I don’t have to worry for Callie on that score.”

  “I’d never let him near her.”

  She heard it in his voice—the fierceness and the love.

  “I believe that, too. Everything from last night’s a little jumbled today. I don’t know if I told you everything straight.”

  “It doesn’t matter. You’re here.”

  “I’d like to fix us a nice supper later, the three of us.”

  “I’ll fix it.”

  Smiling, she tipped her head to his shoulder. “You’re not a bad cook as cooks go, but I’m better. And I’d like to do something normal. That’s how I feel when I’m here. I feel normal.”

  “Then stay. Stay for supper, stay the night, stay for breakfast. Stay.”

  “I have Callie.”

  He said nothing for a moment, then rose. “Would you come in for a minute? I want to show you something.” When she looked out in the yard, he turned.

  “Hey, Little Red, will you watch Snickers for me, make sure he stays right in the yard? We need to go in for a minute.”

  “I will. I will. He likes the bubbles! See, Mama, they make rainbows.”

  “I see them. You stay right in the yard with Snickers. I’m just inside.”

  “Where’s she going to go?” Griff asked as he drew Shelby in. “And you’ll be able to see her out the window anyway.”

  “Did you start on another room?”

  “Mostly finished one.” He led her upstairs. She could hear Callie laughing through the open windows, hear the dog’s joyful barks.

  Normal, she thought again. Safe and real.

  On the second floor he opened a door.

  The light spilled in through the windows, splashed on the pretty green of the walls. He’d hung a crystal light catcher in one of those windows, and more rainbows shimmered.

  “Oh, it’s a wonderful space. The color’s like bringing the hills right inside. You did a window seat!”

  “Thinking about doing some shelves over there, but haven’t decided. Plenty of closet space.”

  He opened double doors and made her eyes go wide. “This is amazing. It’s all set up, all painted and pretty. Even the light in here. Is that . . .” She opened another door. “A bathroom, so pretty and fresh. And . . .”

  She spotted it then, the little soap dish. A grinning Shrek.

  It felt like arms hugged her heart.

  “You did this for Callie.”

  “Well, I thought she needed her own space, one she could grow into. You know Callie and I are getting married. Can’t have your bride bunking in an unfinished room.”

  Her eyes stung. “She mentioned that. How you’re getting married.”

  “Want in on that?”

  She turned to him. “What?”

  “Bad timing.” Flustered, frustrated, he scrubbed a hand over his hair. “I usually ace the timing angle. Might still be a little off balance. I want her to have her own space, that makes her happy. I want her to be comfortable here. Sometimes you might want to stay, and she’d have this for herself. Like the office you’d have on the third floor.”

  “Office?”

  “I haven’t started on it yet because you might want it somewhere else, but I think it’s a good space. It’d be across from where I’m going to put mine. First-floor-office idea was good,” he added, “but the third floor takes work away from the living space.”

  She hadn’t quite caught up. “You’re going to build me an office?”

  “How are you going to run a business if you don’t have an office?”

  She walked to the window, watched Callie and the dog. “I never talked to you about any of that.”

  “Miz Vi did.”

  “Of course she did. You believe I can do that? Start up and run my own business?”

  “I think you can do anything. You have already. What’s going to stop you? Anyway, you’d both have space, and you could spend more time here. See how it works for you.”

  “How about you, Griffin? How’s it work for you?”

  “I love you. I can wait awhile. You’ve had a hell of a time, Shelby. I can wait awhile, but I want the two of you here as much as I can get. I want you to be mine. I want—”

  When he cut himself off, she shook her head. “Say it. You’ve earned it.”

  “I want Callie to be mine. Damn it, she deserves me. I’m good for her, and I’m going to keep being good for her. I love her, and she should be mine. That’s the second part of this, I guess, but it’s just as important as the first part, just as important as you and me.”

  She sat on the window seat, took a breath.

  “I’m going to be there for the two of you. That’s where I draw the line. You know what fear is—you do, because you went through it. The kind of fear where you don’t think you’ve got any blood left in your body. Where everything’s drained out of you, but fea
r. That’s what it was when he had you. I can be patient, Shelby, but you’re going to know what you are to me. What you and Callie are.”

  “I know fear. I know fear like what you spoke of. I felt it, too, and with it a terrible, blinding rage. Both so tangled they were one thing in me. That fear and rage that if he did what he planned to do, I’d never see my baby again, or tuck her in at night, or watch her play and learn. Never dry her tears. And a fear and rage I’d never see you again, or have you hold onto me or take my hand the way you do. So many things, I can’t say all of them. It would take a lifetime.

  “But I knew you’d come. And you did.”

  She drew another breath. “I’ve never said I love you.”

  “You’ll get around to it.”

  “How about now?”

  She watched the change, so subtle in his face, in his eyes. And her heart just smiled inside her.

  “Now works for me.”

  “I’ve never said I love you because I didn’t trust. Not you, Griffin, I came to trust you so easily, and that scared me a little so I didn’t trust me.”

  Crossing her hands over her heart, she swore she could feel it swell. “It’s all been so fast, so I’d think, I can’t get carried away with all this. I can’t let myself go, just ride this wave. But I did. I am. I love you, I love who you are with me, with Callie. I love who you are. It might’ve been fear and rage that made it come so clear. But it is clear. You made Callie this room—for her. She’s already yours. So am I.”

  He stepped to her, took her hands. “Was there a yes in there?”

  “There was a whole bunch of them. Weren’t you paying attention?”

  “I got a little lost after ‘I love you.’” He drew her in, took her under, took them both under with the light splashing and rainbows circling.

  “I do love you,” she murmured. “It fills me up, lights me up. Like Callie does. I didn’t know anyone else could make me feel that way. But you do.”

  Overcome, he rocked her, rocked them both. “I’m never going to stop.”

  “I believe you. I believe you and I . . . we’re going to build wonderful things together. With you, I can look past today and tomorrow into weeks and months and years.”

  “I’ve got to get you a ring. I should get Callie a ring.”

  Her heart just melted. “You’re right. She does deserve you. I’m going to keep you filled up and lit up, too.” She eased back, framed his face. “I want more children.”

  “Right now?”

  “Pretty much right now. I don’t want to wait. We’re good with children, you and me, and Callie should have a big, noisy, messy family.”

  He was grinning, and those clever eyes shining with it. “How big?”

  “Three more, that’ll make four.”

  “Four’s doable. It’s a big house.”

  “I have such ideas about this house—I’ve held back.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. And I’m going to be ferocious on some of them.” She threw her arms around him. “I’m going to work with you on this house, on this family, on this life. And we are going to build something strong and real and beautiful together.”

  “I think we’ve already started. If you’re going to have all these ideas and give me all this help when it comes to the house, you should move in pretty soon.”

  “How’s tomorrow?”

  She loved seeing the surprise, then the joy.

  “Tomorrow’s also doable. Word of the day. ‘Doable.’ It’s all doable.”

  “Why don’t we go talk to Callie about it?”

  “Let’s do that. Stay for supper,” he said again as they started downstairs. “Stay the night, stay for breakfast. I know I don’t have a bed set up for her yet, but I’ll fix something up.”

  “I know you will.”

  They walked outside the old house they’d make theirs. Walked to where a little girl and an ungainly puppy raced around in a whirl of glistening bubbles, where the hills rose green and the clouds smoked over them in a bold blue sky. And the water bubbled musically over rocks in dappled light and shadow.

  She’d found her way home, Shelby thought.

  All the way home.