Free Smoke in Mirrors by Jayne Ann Krentz Page A

“Why on earth are you asking me? He’s your brother, not mine. You know him better than I do.”
    “I’m worried. Deke has changed a lot in the past year. He’s been a different man since Bethany died. Depressed. Morbid. Spending too much time on the Net.”
    “You think maybe an affair with his yoga instructor would help cheer him up, is that it?”
    “Couldn’t hurt.” He warmed to his theme. “You saw Cassie. I think she’d be a good antidote for his obsession with Bethany’s death and all those damned conspiracy theories he’s been weaving for the past few months.”
    Leonora halted on the path and rounded on him. “Why do men always think that getting laid will fix everything?”
    Thomas stopped. “I didn’t say that getting laid would fix everything,” he muttered. “I just thought it might, you know, lift his spirits. Take him out of himself for a while. He seems to like Cassie. At least, that’s what it looks like to me. Those yoga lessons are the one thing he actually looks forward to every week. I was amazed when he signed up for a whole year’s worth in advance.”
    “So in your considered opinion Deke should jump into bed with Cassie? You see sex as a form of therapy for his depression?”
    Thomas raised one broad shoulder. “Worth a shot.”
    Outrage swept through her. “I don’t know how Cassie feels about your theory but, speaking personally, I can tell you that I certainly would not hop into bed with a man who was just using me to work through some psychological issues.”
    Thomas blinked, obviously surprised by her anger. “Take it easy, I’m just saying that I think Cassie would be good for Deke.”
    “If you were in your brother’s shoes would you want to go to bed with your yoga instructor merely to see if you could cheer yourself up for a while?”
    He thought about that. “Depends on the yoga instructor.”
    “Good grief.”
    “It was just a thought.”
    “Really? How much thinking have you actually done about this bright idea of yours? Have you thought about Cassie, for instance? Have you considered her feelings? Maybe she wouldn’t care to be used as a form of therapy any more than I would.”
    “I said forget it.” He turned and started walking again. “I just wanted to see if you thought they might be having an affair. But it’s obvious you’re going to twist everything I say, so there’s no point trying to talk rationally about it.”
    Leonora took a deep breath and told herself to get a grip. Thomas was right. She was definitely going over the top here. There was no reason to take this personally. They were discussing Deke and Cassie. Two people she barely knew.
    It wasn’t as if Thomas had suggested that she jump into bed with him for therapeutic purposes.
    She hurried to catch up with him. “Look, I know you’re concerned about Deke. I’m no expert, but I really don’t think sex is going to fix what’s wrong with your brother.”
    “I gotta tell you, he’s scaring me.”
    Understanding dawned. “That’s why you’re going along with this plan to investigate Bethany’s death, isn’t it? You see it as a distraction for him.”
    “I’m not sure I’m doing him any favors. What if we don’t come up with answers? He might sink even deeper into his depression.”
    She contemplated the fog for a while, thinking.
    “Closure,” she said eventually.
    “What?”
    “I think that’s what this is all about for Deke. Not just answers, but some kind of closure.”
    Thomas halted on the path once more and searched her face. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “I’m no shrink but it wouldn’t surprise me to learn that part of the reason Deke is obsessing on Bethany’s death is because his grief is complicated by some other emotion.”
    “You think he feels guilty because he wasn’t able to protect her?” Thomas shoved one hand into his pocket. “I thought about that. Any man would have problems dealing with the fact that he wasn’t able