Don't Say A Word (6 page)

    "But yours won't be." She realized his interest had more to do with the promise he'd made to his father than with her. She had just been the catalyst. Her quest had suddenly become his quest. He was taking over, and she didn't like it. What if he found out something about the photo that reflected poorly on his father? Would he share it with her? What if she was that girl and his father had covered something up about her? "I want to look at the photo with you," she said. "Especially if you have the original negative."

    "I’11 let you know what I find," he said as he stood up.

    "That's not good enough. I told you I was in for the long haul. Commitment works both ways. Together means together, Alex."

    "You don't sound like you trust me, Julia," he said with a little smile that made her trust him even less.

    "I don't. I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings."

    He laughed at that. "Don't worry about it. I don't have feelings to hurt. By the way, there's some guy staring out the window at us, and he looks pissed off. Do you know him?"

    Julia turned her head to see Michael Standing by the cafe window. "Yes, I know him," she said with a sigh. "He's my fiancé."

    "You're engaged?"

    She nodded, wondering how she would explain Alex to Michael.

    "He's going to be a problem, isn't he?" Alex asked.

    "I think he might be."

    "Why don't you just go out there?" Liz asked, wishing Julia would return to the cafe sooner rather than later. Michael had been staring out the window for a good five minutes, and while Liz would have liked to take a look herself, she'd managed to refrain. She thought if she sat at a nearby table, sipping her red wine and acting unconcerned, Michael would feel the same way, too. So far it wasn't working.

    "Who is he?" Michael bit out. "I’ve never seen him before."

    "I'm sure he's no one important."

    Liz shrugged. "It's quieter outside. Why don't you sit down and have a drink with me?"

    "Julia has been acting funny all day-at the museum and here tonight. I don't know what's going on with her. I thought we were finally moving on. I thought I'd given her enough time. I know I can make her happy if she'll give me a chance. Don't you think so?"

    "Of course, Michael."

    He let out a heavy breath and turned back toward the window. Julia was acting oddly, Liz thought, booking a wedding date today, then telling Michael tonight that she wanted to postpone the ceremony. It didn't make sense. Michael was such a great guy. He had his own business. He was successful, good-looking, kind, and a family man. He'd been supportive during their mom's illness and the funeral. She didn't think they could have made it through their mother's death with-out him. She couldn't understand why Julia was hesitating for even a second.

    If she had been the one Michael wanted, she'd have married him the day after he asked. Not that he'd ever noticed her in that way. She was just the kid sister, the short brunette, the flaky one, who served up shrimp Cocktails and clam chowder in bread bowls all day long. Julia was prettier and far more interesting with her passion for music and her job at the radio Station. There was no way Liz could compete with her. Although she did have bigger breasts. It was a small distinction, but one she was happy to make.

    A loud clatter made her turn her head just in time to see her father, a tall, normally nimble man, stumble into a table and chairs. Her aunt Rita pushed him down into the chair and told him she'd bring him some coffee. Liz frowned. He was drinking so much lately. He'd always loved his red wine, but now it was vodka and scotch and lots of it.

    Gino rested his head in his hands. He'd developed prominent streaks of gray in his black hair in the past year. His cheeks were pale and he was far too thin. Liz got up and walked over to him. "Daddy, are you okay?' "Fm fine," he said, lifting his head. He offered her a dazed, drunken smile. "You're a good girl, Lizzie."

    "You should eat something. Have you had any food?"

    "I'm not hungry. I think we need another toast. To my daughter and her
fiance
." He looked around. "Where's Julia?"

    "She's outside talking to a friend. You can toast her later."

    "Lucia, we must have Champagne," Gino yelled across the room. "We must drink to Michael and Julia."

    "Dad, please. Just have some coffee." Liz sent Aunt Rita a grateful look when she brought over a mug of hot coffee. "Here you go."

    He waved a hand in disgust. "I don't want coffee. I want Champagne. This is a party."

    "You're embarrassing your daughter," Rita said sharply. "Drink the coffee, Gino."

    He pushed it away, got to his feet, and staggered across the room to the bar. Liz knew she should probably go after him, but
dammit
, she was tired of chasing him. It was Julia's turn. She glanced across the room and saw that Michael was still staring out the window.

    Maybe she couldn't set her father straight, but she could do something about Michael and Julia. She walked over to him and said, "If you're not going to get her, I will."

    Michael grabbed her arm as she moved toward the door. "Stay out of it, Lizzie."

    "Excuse me?"

    "I don't care how she comes in. My dad is drinking himself to death over at the bar, and she needs to help me get him out of here."

    "Your uncle is taking care of Gino," Michael said, tipping his head toward the far side of the room. Gino was now sitting down in a booth with her uncle and a pot of coffee.

    She felt marginally better seeing them together. "He's really got me worried," she confessed. "He's like a lost soul right now, completely adrift. My mom took care of him. She did everything, the cooking, the cleaning, the house. She paid the bills. She even did the books here at the restaurant. I don't know how he gets through the days without her. Actually, he's barely getting through the days." She shook her head, feeling helpless.

    "You worry too much about your family," Michael said, putting a reassuring hand on her Shoulder. "But I understand. I'm the same way."

    Liz nodded. It was nice to have someone who understood. "Let's sit down. Yesterday you said you had something to tell me, and I still haven't heard what that something is."

    "That's right," Michael muttered, as he pulled out a chair, joining her at the table. "Now I think I may have jumped the gun."

    "About what?" she asked.

    He hesitated for a long moment, then offered her a sheepish smile. "I bought a house."

    "You did what?" She couldn't have heard him right. He hadn't just said he'd bought a house, had he?

    "Has Julia seen it?"

    "No, I want to surprise her. What do you think?"

    What did she think? She thought he was crazy. But it was certainly a romantic gesture. She had to give him that.

    "Say something, Lizzie. You're making me nervous."

    "It's just that a house is such a big thing to do on your own, Michael." Liz had a feeling Julia would not be happy to have been left out of the decision making. "Why didn't you show it to Julia before you bought it?"

    "Because she would have put me off, told me to wait until we got married, and this was too good a deal to pass up. I want us to have our own home, Liz. No more apartment living. I want to own something, put down roots, Start a family. I want to give Julia back some of what she lost when your mother died." He gave her an earnest smile. "It's a two bedroom, so we'll have plenty of room for a baby. With my sister down the street, we'll have family nearby. I was so afraid we wouldn't be able to afford a place in the city that I knew I had to grab this one."

    "That makes sense," she said slowly. "When are you going to tell Julia?"

    "I want to fix it up first. It needs a lot of paint, some landscaping. I'm going to Start work on it tomorrow. The escrow doesn't close for another two weeks, but the owner has already moved out and said I could do whatever I wanted."

    "Wow." She didn't know what else to say.

    "You can't tell Julia about it until I'm ready. Promise me, Lizzie."

    "I promise. This is your secret to tell."

    "No. What are you talking about?"

    "She saw some picture of a little girl standing in front of an orphanage in Russia twenty-something years ago, and for some bizarre reason, she thinks it could be her."

    "What?" Liz's jaw dropped in amazement. "That's crazy. She's not Russian, and she was never an orphan."

    "Yeah, well, she suddenly doesn't know who she is."

    "She's a DeMarco. She's my big sister, that's who she is," Liz said, with a burst of anger. It was one thing for Julia to question getting married, but why on earth would she Start thinking she was someone she wasn't?

    "You should remind her of that."

    As Michael finished speaking, the door opened, and Julia entered the restaurant alone. She sat down next to Liz, her cheeks flushed, a guilty look in her eyes. Liz felt a shiver of uncertainty race down her spine. What was Julia feeling guilty about? That man? Or was it something else? Something that would throw their lives into chaos again? The past year had been horrible. They were finally getting back to an almost normal State where she didn't feel like crying every day. She didn't want to deal with any more problems. Which meant she didn't want to ask Julia what she'd been up to outside the restaurant.

    Apparently Michael didn't feel the same way. "Who was that?" he asked, an edge to his voice.

    Julia hesitated for a moment, then said, "A photographer."

    Liz felt a wave of relief. "Of course, a wedding photographer. I told you it was nothing," she said to Michael.

    "I'm not, but-"

    Before Julia could finish, they were interrupted by Lucia, who held a digital camera in her hand. "Come, come," Lucia said. "We're going to take a family picture for my birthday present. Now, before your father falls down."

    "Dad's drinking again?" Julia asked Liz.

    "I don't think he's stopped in the past six months," Liz replied, wondering why Julia hadn't noticed. "We're going to have to do something."

    "He'll be all right," Lucia interrupted with a wave of her hand. "He's grieving. It's understandable. Now, it's picture time. And smiles all around. You, too," she said to Michael. "You're practically family."

    "Am I?" Michael asked, looking at Julia. "Am I practically family?"

    "Of course you are," Liz said when her sister couldn't seem to get the words out. She grabbed both their hands and pulled them to their feet. A moment later they were swept up in the DeMarco crowd, and Liz breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe if they could just survive this night, Julia would get over whatever was bothering her and return to being her reliable older sister who was about to marry the man of her dreams. But as Liz took her place in the group portrait, she couldn't help glancing toward the door, wondering if the man in the black leather jacket and blue jeans had really been a wedding photographer. He'd had a
doozy
of a black eye. She hadn't met many wedding photographers who looked like they'd just gotten out of a bar fight. But if he wasn't a wedding photographer, who was he?

    Julia had suggested he wait, but he would have none of it, and within three months the house was gone, Gino now lived in a two-bedroom apartment a few blocks from the wharf, Liz had moved in with Julia, and what they hadn't had time to go through had been put in this storage locker.

    Looking through her mother's things was unbelievably depressing. Julia wished she didn't have to do it alone, but she couldn't ask Liz to help. She couldn't talk to anyone about the picture-except Alex Manning. In the cold light of day she'd had to question why she'd agreed to work with a man who'd been beaten up, thrown in jail, and kicked out of Colombia. And that was just last week. She'd found that information in a recent article in the Examiner. Further re-search on the Internet had unveiled the fact that his reputation for being a brilliant photographer was only surpassed by his reputation for getting into trouble. The last thing she needed was more trouble.