Free The Wizard of Seattle by Kay Hooper Page A

Kane? One of those juicy headlines like, ‘Uncle and Niece in Incestuous Relationship’? Why don’t you just write that I’m going to have Elvis’s baby? Or an alien’s, maybe.”
    He flushed an ugly red. “I think the society page would be interested in the story,” he said tightly. “Wouldn’t all your tight-assed friends just love to know the real relationship between you and Merlin?”
    Serena couldn’t help it; she giggled. “Sorry, Kane, but you seem to have lost track of what really matters to people these days. Do you think you’re the first to suspect Richard and I are lovers? Don’t be ridiculous; those rumors pop up about once every year or so, as regular as clockwork, until something else comes along to stir up interest.” Because she made very sure to distract anyone who suspected the relationship was in any way unusual.
    “Can you deny it?” he snapped.
    She looked him straight in the eye and replied with a calmness that was far more convincing than histrionics would have been. “Of course I deny it. Richard has been a lot of things to me, but never my lover.”
    “Maybe not,” Kane insisted, “but there’s something screwy in your relationship. What name
were
you born with, Serena? The court documents are sealed, oddly enough.”
    “Oddly? You know, for an investigative reporter, you seem to have a blind spot regarding facts. I was a minor; of course the court documents are sealed. The name I was born with is no longer mine, and is certainly none of your business. As for my
screwy
relationships—with Richard or anybody else—they also are none of your business.”
    “I’ll find out what I want to know,” he warned her softly. “Sooner or later I’ll find a way through all the walls I keep hitting in Merlin’s background. And it’s just a matter of time until I figure out all your secrets. There’s a story here somewhere, Serena. I can smell it.”
    Serena slid out of the booth and smiled pleasantly athim. She had kept her cool easily until he mentioned a search into Merlin’s background, and then she had felt a surge of anger mixed with worry. That was all she needed, to have unintentionally put this story-hungry reporter onto Merlin’s trail.
    “The only story here concerns a desperate search for lost glory, Kane,” she said. “And it’s a bit pathetic, you know. If you can’t find something a hell of a lot more important than us, then it’s no wonder you’ve fallen so far. Thanks for the coffee, and don’t get up.”
    She walked away without a backward glance, which was a pity. If she had looked back, she might have seen the look of obstinacy on his face. And it might have warned her.
    Serena got home to find that Merlin had not yet returned. She changed out of her business suit and into slacks and a sweater, went into the kitchen long enough to say hello to Rachel and fix herself a glass of iced tea, then wandered back to the entrance hall. Merlin’s study opened into this foyer, and Serena headed toward it, intending to look for another of the books on her reading list.
    Two feet from the door she suddenly stopped as though she’d run into a wall.
    The study was always locked except when he was in it, but Merlin had never barred the room to his Apprentice. The lock was easy for her to undo, since it was intended only to keep out Rachel and any visitor to the house who might find the contents of the room a bit odd. But the door was blocked now by something a great deal stronger than the impotent man-made lock. And no Apprentice wizard could breach that barrier.
    After several moments Serena retreated to the stairs and sat down on the third tread, staring toward that solid oak portal and feeling more than a little shaken. How long had he been doing this? Certainly not always; several times she had entered his study while he was away, looking for a book or scroll or something else she needed. When had she last gone into the room when he was absent?
    Months ago, she