She was reaching for the phone next to her bed when she snatched her hand back. If she told the sheriff now, she could picture exactly what would happen. He’d have his distant cousin Shane watching her like a hawk, and she might miss the one chance she had of catching Billy by herself. She couldn’t allow that to happen. Turning, she began to pace again. Catching Billy would allow her to kill two birds with one stone. She could change her image in the town forever, and she could get the money back that Billy had stolen from his aunts. They needed it. Because if they couldn’t make their bed-and-breakfast work, they could lose Rutherford House.
Pausing, she sank back down on the foot of her bed. The money was probably in the attic. Otherwise, why go there? So she’d set the trap. In her mind, she pictured Billy swinging back and forth from the rope she was going to string up in the attic. Once he was in it, she’d make him cough up the money and then she’d call the sheriff.
“CLYDE, I can’t thank you enough,” Jodie said as she followed him out onto the porch. “I never could have figured out how to weight it properly.”
“No problem, ma’am.”
And it hadn’t been. Jodie drew her coat more closely around her as she watched the skinny young man climb into his battered pickup truck and back down the driveway. In less than an hour, he’d adapted a trap designed for use in woods or jungles to something that would operate very efficiently in an attic. Clyde was a talented young man. What he needed was someone to give him a push into an engineering school; that just might get his mind off joining one of the militia groups he was always researching on the Internet. Tomorrow, she’d see his advisor at the college. And later in the week, she was going to have a talk with Nadine Carter and see if she could convince her to come back to school.
And tonight? Drawing in a breath of the crisp, cold air, she glanced up at the sky, polka-dotted with stars. Then crossing her fingers for luck, she wished on the biggest one. Please, let her catch Billy Rutherford III in her trap tonight.
But someone else might catch him first.
With a frown, she sank down on the top step and glared at the garage. In the moonlight, she could see that the space beside Sophie’s car was still empty. The red convertible had disappeared shortly before Clyde had arrived.
Jodie resented the idea that, just because there was now a man about the house, he would be the one to nab Billy. It struck her how much she really wanted to be the one to turn Billy over to the authorities. How much she didn’t want Shane to beat her to it.
Her eyes widened at the thought. Where had it come from? She’d never before thought of herself as the type of woman who had to compete with a man. And she wasn’t. There were plenty of reasons why she wanted to be the one to turn Billy Rutherford over to the police—and they had nothing to do with Shane Sullivan. In fact, she was going to put him out of her mind.
Just then a car pulled into the driveway and the headlights pinned her. Shane. She could just make out the red convertible in the moonlight. The urge to get up and run was almost overpowering, but she couldn’t bear the idea of him getting that look of amusement in his eyes at her expense. It wasn’t until he parked the car that she noticed the top was down and Lazarus was sitting in the passenger seat.
Lazarus, the dog who could barely get himself out of a prone position except to eat? And who in the world rode around with the top down in the middle of winter? She was still staring as the man and the dog started toward her.
“How did you bribe him to go with you?” she asked when Lazarus plopped his head into her lap.
“He followed me to the car,” Shane said.
“You never follow me to my car,” she said, leaning closer to scratch the dog behind his ears. “And I pay your vet bills.”
“Evidently, he prefers convertibles. There’s no accounting for taste.”
Jodie glanced up at him. “It’s a taste for French fries that lured him into your car. I can smell them on his breath.”
Shane grinned at her. “What can I say? We were hungry.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How can you be? You ate two slices of Irene’s meat loaf. I saw you.”
“It’s nice to know I’m not losing my touch.”
Jodie’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“You only think you saw me eat two slices.”
She studied him for a moment, intrigued. “What did you do with them? I know you didn’t feed them to Lazarus. He draws the line at Irene’s cooking.”
“A little sleight of hand,” Shane explained. “I worked my way through college as a weekend party magician.”
“You did not!” Jodie said.
He raised a hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“You weren’t a Boy Scout, either.”
His smile widened. “No, but I really was a party magician.” Before she could move, he reached behind her ear and when he withdrew his hand, it was holding a French fry.
“How did you—” The scent of it had her mouth watering.
“Here,” he offered.
She hesitated for only a minute. “Thanks,” she said as she popped it into her mouth, then chewed slowly. Even cool and slightly soggy, it tasted wonderful.
“More?” he asked bringing a paper bag out from behind his back. “Lazarus indicated you preferred cheeseburgers.”
She had reached for the bag before she could stop herself. But she didn’t open it. “Dogs don’t talk, and magicians don’t really make things disappear. Where did you put the meat loaf?”
“Where you put yours—in the plant stand.”
“You saw me?”
“Magicians are always looking for new tricks. Sophie ditched hers under her jacket.”
Jodie couldn’t prevent a laugh. Then tilting her head to one side, she studied the man standing in front of her. Though the moonlight was bright, it left his face shadowed, mysterious-looking. In another age, he could have been a powerful magician. A wizard, perhaps. Fascination warred with caution. She really didn’t know anything about Shane Sullivan, she reminded herself.
Then she recalled the look on Irene’s face when he’d taken that second slice of meat loaf, and in spite of her resolve, she felt something inside of her soften.
Just then her stomach growled.
“I think you better eat that cheeseburger,” he said.
“Irene and Sophie were still up when I came out here. I don’t want—”
“No, don’t turn around,” he cautioned. “They’re watching us right now through the window.”
“They…Do you think they saw the cheeseburger?”
“No. I think they’re more interested in whether or not the mistletoe you’re sitting under will work.”
She glanced up, then back at Shane.
“It had to happen sooner or later. They pretty much had me booby-trap the whole house today.”
Jodie felt the heat flood her face. “You think they want you…they want us to…”
“I think they feel guilty about introducing you to their nephew, but they’re not willing to give up on matchmaking altogether.”
The moment his hand closed around hers and drew her to her feet, something began to tighten in her center. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. He was going to kiss her. The heat in her cheeks suddenly burned through the rest of her body.
“So why don’t you show me how to get down to the lake?