Free The Maze by Catherine Coulter Page B

pregnant and I suppose that I could have, but I’ve always been so careful. Living in San Francisco, you’re probably the most careful of any American.”
    â€œDo you want to marry her?” Odd how it hurt to say the words, but they had to be said. Although she didn’t know what she wanted from Douglas, she did realize that she valued him, that he attracted her, that he amused her, that he stood up for her, at least most of the time. And he’d been there for her through it all. She’d been closer to him during those awful months than to her father. Of course no one was really close to her mother. That was impossible.
    â€œNo, of course not. She’s a local TV reporter. I can’t imagine that she wants to have a baby now.”
    She felt suddenly impatient with him. “Haven’t you spoken about all this with her? Does she want to have the baby? An abortion? Does she want to get married? What, Douglas?”
    â€œYeah, she says she wants to marry me.”
    â€œYou said she’s smart and beautiful. You said you always wanted to have kids. So marry her.”
    â€œYeah, I guess maybe I’ll have to. I wanted to tell you about it in person, Lacey. I don’t want to marry her, I’m not lying about that. I’d hoped that someday you and I could, well, that would probably never have happened, would it?”
    â€œI don’t know,” she said finally, setting down her fork. The medallions of veal looked about as appetizing as buffalo chips. “There’s been so much, Douglas, too much. I’m very grateful to you, you know that. I wish I could say that I wanted to be with you—”
    â€œYeah, I know.”
    â€œWhat will you do?”
    â€œI’d turn her down flat if you’d have me, Lacey.”
    She wondered in that moment just what he’d do if she said yes. She’d thought several times in the last few years that she was a habit to him, someone he was fond of, someone he would protect, but not as a woman, not as a wife. No, she was Belinda’s little sister and she probably always would be in his mind. She dredged up a smile for him. “I hope she hasn’t given you an ultimatum.”
    â€œOh no, Candice is far too intelligent to do that. I’m hooked, but she isn’t pulling at all on the line.”
    It was his life. He had to forget and move on. It had been seven years. And as for her, well, she would move on as well, toward the goal she’d always had, toward the goal she would pursue until the monster was caught and dead, or she was.
    She’d heard that Russell Bent had gotten himself a hotshot lawyer who was claiming police brutality and coercion. The press was speculating that the lawyer might get him off. She wouldn’t let that happen to him. Never.
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    On Thursday, Savich said, “I don’t want you to flab out on me, Sherlock. You don’t live more than a mile from me. My gym is right in between. I’ll see you there at six o’clock.”
    â€œFlab out? I’ve only been out of the Academy for two weeks. And I’ve walked every square inch of Georgetown since Monday, shopping until I dropped, just as you ordered me to do. Flab out?”
    â€œYeah, you haven’t been lying around, but your deltoids are losing tone. I’m an expert. I can tell these things. Six o’clock.”
    He strolled away, singing, “Like a rock, I was strong as I could be. Like a rock, nothin’ ever got to me . . .” He walked into his glass-enclosed office. That wasn’t country-and-western, that was a commercial. Was it Chevrolet? She couldn’t remember. She watched him sit down at his desk and turn immediately to his laptop.
    Flabby deltoids, ha. She grinned toward his office. He was just being a good boss; that was it. She was new in town, and he didn’t want her to get lonesome. She shook her head and went back to work. She jumped a good six