Every Move She Makes (2 page)

“I didn’t want to ruin a perfectly lovely meal, so I didn’t bring up the subject while we were eating,” Jeff Henry Carlisle said, “but it’s a subject that needs discussing.”

Ella glanced at her uncle, a small, dapper man with huge blue eyes and a round, cherubic face. His thinning brown hair and neatly groomed mustache were edged with gray. Although Aunt Cybil’s husband could on occasion be a pompous jackass, she loved him dearly and overlooked his many faults. He’d been like a second father to her all her life. Growing up, she’d spent as much time next door at Uncle Jeff Henry and Aunt Cybil’s as she had at home. She thought it tragic that they didn’t have any children, considering the way they both doted on her.

“Whatever are you talking about, brother?” Carolyn asked.

Jeff Henry cringed, but Carolyn didn’t seem to notice. Ella wondered how it was possible that her mother seemed totally unaware that her brother-in-law despised her using the affectionate term
brother
when she spoke to him. Even a blind person could sense how utterly besotted Jeff Henry was with his sister-in-law. When she’d been sixteen, Ella had realized that her uncle was in love with her mother, and she had thought his affection for her mother a tragic thing for him—and for Aunt Cybil.

“I’m referring to the fact that Reed Conway was released from prison today,” Jeff Henry said.

All the color drained from Carolyn’s face. Ella started to rise and go to her mother, but before she did, her father, who sat in the brocade armchair beside Carolyn’s wheelchair, reached over and clasped his wife’s hand.

“Are you all right, my dear?” Webb asked.

“Yes, I’m quite all right.” Carolyn brought Webb’s hand to her mouth, kissed him tenderly, and held his hand to her side. “I already knew about Reed’s parole, but I’d almost forgotten that he was being released today. I’m sure Judy is very happy to have her son home with her after all these years.”

“Of course she’s ecstatic about his release,” Jeff Henry said. “But I am not the least bit pleased that a convicted murderer is going to be living in our peaceful little town. I think they should have thrown away the key when they locked that good-for-nothing boy up. That’s what’s wrong with this country. Murderers being set free. Crime rates rising. If I were running things I’d—”

“Stuff it, will you?” Cybil Carlisle’s voice held a sharp edge as she chastised her husband. “We all know your views on what you’d do if you were God. You’d put us all back into the mid-nineteenth century. You’d restore slavery, wife beating and—”

“Cybil, must you be so unkind?” Carolyn’s silvery-gray eyes glared at her sister.

“I’ve never laid a hand on you,” Jeff Henry said, his face suffusing with color. “And Lord knows I’ve had reason to.”

“This is neither the time nor the place for the two of you to air your differences.” Webb’s voice rose slightly, his tone cautioning his in-laws.

“Of course, you’re quite right,” Jeff Henry agreed. “Please forgive us.” His gaze settled on Carolyn.

“I, for one, am eager to see the bad boy return.” Grinning, Cybil ran her hand through her short, dark hair. “If I recall correctly, Reed Conway was a damn good-looking hunk. And sexy as hell. And no doubt after fifteen years in the pen, he’s horny as hell and aching to get laid.”

“Cybil!” Carolyn’s normally soft voice screeched with disapproval. “Must you be so vulgar? Especially in front of Ella.”

“Good God, Ella is thirty years old,” Cybil said. “If she doesn’t know about the birds and the bees by now, it’s high time she was learning.”

“You had too much wine with dinner.” Jeff Henry rose from the sofa, offered his hand to his wife, and gave her a stern look. “We should go home. I think we’ve worn out our welcome tonight.”

Cybil laughed—a loose, silly laugh that indicated she had indeed become inebriated. She looked up at her husband, then lifted her hand to his. He gently assisted her to her feet, and after more apologies, he guided Cybil out of the living room and into the foyer.

“Perhaps you should help Jeff Henry,” Carolyn said to her husband.

Webb nodded. “Sorry that the evening ended on such a sour note, Dan. I’m sure you realize that Cybil isn’t always so unpleasant. She’s a wonderful woman, but she simply can’t handle alcohol.”

Talk about trying to put a pretty face on something
, Ella thought. Her father was indeed the consummate politician, capable of putting a positive spin on any occurrence. Why he even bothered trying to defend Aunt Cybil she didn’t know. After all, it wasn’t as if Dan hadn’t been born and raised in Spring Creek. He’d heard all the whispered little rumors about Cybil Walker Carlisle’s penchant for men and liquor. As much as she loved her aunt, Ella hadn’t turned a blind eye to the woman’s weaknesses. More than once, her mother had been horribly shamed by Cybil’s misadventures. If the two sisters didn’t resemble each other almost enough to be twins, no one would ever believe that the highly moral, genteel Carolyn was related to the wild, immoral Cybil.

“Every family has their little differences of opinions,” Dan said diplomatically.

“Thanks for being so understanding,” Webb said. “I’d better go see if Jeff Henry needs a hand.” Webb excused himself to follow his in-laws.

Dan turned his attention to Carolyn as he stood. “Mrs. Porter, dinner was lovely as always. Thank you for inviting me.”

“You must come back often,” Carolyn said. “We’re quite fond of you, you know.”

“And I’m quite fond of y’all,” Dan replied.

Oh, Mother, please don’t speak for me. Don’t give Dan the impression that I care more for him than I do. I know you’d love to have him as a son-in-law, but you shouldn’t wish for me anything less than what you and Daddy have
.

“Walk me out, darling?” Dan offered his hand to Ella.

“Certainly.” She ignored his hand as she rose to her feet without any assistance.

As they headed into the foyer, Ella heard her mother ringing for her nurse, Viola. When they reached the front door, which Webb had left wide open on his hasty departure, Dan pulled Ella into his arms. She went willingly, not knowing how to disengage herself without hurting his feelings. He was a sweet man and she was quite fond of him, but she didn’t love him.

When his lips sought hers, she gave herself over to the moment. Sweet and tender. If only she could love Dan, it would make her mother so happy. She responded to him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace and the genuine affection of his kiss. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.

“Dinner and a movie Friday night?” he asked.

“Uh…yes. Sure. I’d love to see the new Meg Ryan movie.”

“Sweet dreams,” Dan said. “Dream of me.”

Ella smiled. When Dan was halfway down the sidewalk, he turned and waved. She kept on smiling. Then she closed the door and sighed. She was thirty years old and no raving beauty. There wasn’t a horde of eligible men beating a path to her door. So why wasn’t she thrilled to have a great guy like Dan courting her, a guy so obviously interested in a permanent relationship?

Because he didn’t create butterflies in her stomach. Because she wanted a kiss to be more than pleasant. Because the thought of making love with Dan didn’t excite her.

Unbidden, her Aunt Cybil’s comments echoed inside her head:
Reed Conway was a damn good-looking hunk. And sexy as hell. And no doubt after fifteen years in the pen, he’s horny as hell and aching to get laid
. A flush warmed Ella’s cheeks. She remembered Reed Conway. They had traveled in different circles as teenagers and she’d been almost sixteen when he’d gone to prison, but anyone who’d ever known Reed would never forget him.

And Ella in particular had a good reason to remember the son of her aunt and uncle’s housekeeper. When they had been growing up, she and Reed hadn’t exchanged more than a dozen words. She had run into him occasionally when he’d been with his mother at the Carlisles’ house, but for the most part, he had ignored her. And after politely saying hello to him on those occasions, she had tried to ignore him. But she often found herself watching the town’s bad boy, who, by the age of seventeen, had gained himself quite a reputation as a star athlete and a hell-raiser. Considering that they had barely known each other, she’d been utterly surprised when she had received a letter from Reed only a few months after he’d been sent to prison.

Although her parents had taken that first letter and the one that followed away from her and destroyed them, she’d never forgotten what he had written to her. Even after her father explained to her that Reed had written those letters because he hated Webb and would use any method to harass him, Ella had been unable to erase those crude yet erotic words from her mind.

Reed Conway had been released on parole today. Would he look her up as he’d said he would in the letters he’d written all those years ago?
Get a grip, Ella
, she cautioned herself.
Reed wrote those letters to torment your father, not because he had any personal interest in you. You don’t have anything to worry about. He’s not going to bother you. He probably doesn’t even remember you
.

His mama’s house wasn’t much to look at, but it was home. And anywhere
outside
, even a two-bedroom, one-bath shack, had a prison cell beat six ways from Sunday. He hated knowing that his mother and sister had spent the past fifteen years here. When he’d been eighteen, one of the reasons that he had wanted to make it big, to be a success, was so that he could take care of his mother and Regina and give them a better life. But he had failed them both and left them to fend for themselves. If he had things to do over again, would he—could he—do anything different?

When they’d first arrived at the house this afternoon, he’d noticed the repairs that had been made on the place. New paint on the inside and out gave the structure a decent appearance. Inside, homemade covers for the threadbare sofa and chairs, and handmade quilts used as bed coverlets added a touch of hominess to an otherwise drab house. And his mother kept her home as spotlessly clean as she did the Carlisle mansion. Damn! After all these years, she was still slaving away as the housekeeper to people who weren’t fit to kiss her feet. He intended to find a way to change things, to move his family out of the white-trash area of Spring Creek. Once he settled some old scores and set the record straight, he’d find a job outside Spring Creek and take his mother and sister with him.

Strange how he felt confined sitting here in his mama’s living room. A restlessness stirred inside him, a need to run free like an untamed animal. Every once in a while Briley Joe would nod toward the door, a hint that he wanted them to be on their way. But Reed couldn’t bring himself to cut short his homecoming party. Mama had fixed all his favorite foods. Regina had hung a “welcome home” banner, edged with yellow ribbons, over the double doorway leading from the living room into the kitchen. And his sister had used balloons here and there to add a festive touch. Summer flowers from the beds that lined the walkway graced the center of the old wooden kitchen table.

“That was a fine meal, Mrs. Conway.” Mark Leamon smiled warmly at Judy as he stood. “I appreciate your inviting me to join your family celebration.”

“After all you’ve done to help Reed, it was the least I could do,” Judy replied. She glanced at her daughter and added, “You know you’re always welcome here. Isn’t that right, Regina?”

Regina smiled shyly as color flushed her pale cheeks. “Of course. But Mark already knows that. This isn’t the first time he’s had dinner with us.”

Reed couldn’t help noticing the way his little sister looked at Mark Leamon. The way a woman looks at a man she cares about, a man she loves. Even though Regina was nearly twenty-six, he’d continued thinking of her as that same scared little girl who’d run into his arms screaming when she escaped from Junior Blalock’s clutches. Although she had visited him when he’d been in prison, he’d never really looked beyond those big blue eyes and sweet smile to see the attractive young woman she had become. Maybe big brothers didn’t like to think of their little sisters as adults, as sexual women who would want to be with a man.

Regina was a knockout. The kind of girl men would always look at a second time. A mane of golden-blond hair hugged her shoulders. She was tall and curvy. China doll beautiful. How was it that Mark hadn’t picked up on the signals Regina was putting out? Unless he was the densest guy in the universe, it was only a matter of time until he figured out that she was his for the taking.

Reed knew he’d have to do something about the situation before that happened. It was clear as glass. His little sister had the hots for her boss. Poor girl, didn’t she realize that she’d set her sights a little high? Mark was a member of the upper echelons of local society. He was, after all, related to Senator Porter. A first cousin once removed. He might offer Regina a hot affair, but when the time came for Mark to choose a wife, he’d pick one of his own kind.

It wasn’t that he disliked Mark. The exact opposite was true. The guy had done everything in his power to help Reed, even agreeing to work with him to unearth more facts about Junior Blalock’s murder and to do what he could to get the case reopened. Mark was one of only a handful of people who actually believed that Reed hadn’t killed his stepfather. Sometimes he wondered if his mother really believed he was innocent.

Reed lifted the iced-tea glass to his lips and took a hefty swig, then stood and shook hands with Mark. “Once I get settled in, I’ll be in touch and we can start the ball rolling.”

Judy gave Reed a curious stare but didn’t question his comment—not then. When Regina walked Mark to the front door, Reed leaned down and whispered to his mother, “You need to put a stop to that before Mark realizes how easily he could have her.”

Judy shushed Reed, then countered with a question as she stood. “Just what are you and Mark up to?”

Reed draped his arm around Judy’s shoulder. “Don’t worry your pretty head about me. I promise that I’m going to keep out of trouble.”

Judy glared at him as if she doubted his word. But then again, what reason did she have to trust him? He had always promised to stay out of trouble, but somehow he’d managed to break that vow time and again.

Reed studied his mother. How was it possible that a fifty-year-old woman who’d lived such a hard life could still be so attractive? White streaked her naturally light-blond hair, which she wore chin-length and curled about her heart-shaped face. She was slender and leggy and probably didn’t outweigh Regina by more than ten pounds.

“Hey, Reed, how about we head out?” Briley Joe scooted back the kitchen chair and stood to his full six feet.

Reed glanced at his cousin and grinned. “Yeah, sure. In a few minutes.”

“Time’s a-wasting, buddy boy. Home and hearth will still be here in the morning.”

“Are you going out tonight?” Judy asked, a note of concern in her voice and a look of disapproval on her face.

“I just want to show the boy a good time, Aunt Judy.” Briley flashed her his irresistible-to-all-females smile. “A few drinks, a few laughs.”

Briley Joe clamped his big hand down on Reed’s shoulder. His nails retained a trace of grease stain under the tips. Briley Joe owned Conway’s Garage, where he was the chief mechanic. It was where Reed would start work tomorrow; no one else in town would employ him. He was determined to support himself and not be a financial burden on his mother and sister, not even for a few weeks.

“You can save that smile for someone who doesn’t know you the way I do,” Judy said to her nephew; then she lowered her voice so that only Reed and Briley Joe could hear her. “Reed’s not a boy anymore. He doesn’t need my permission to go out honky-tonking with you. But you know as well as I do that he’ll be in violation of his parole if he’s caught in a bar.”

“Ain’t gonna happen,” Briley Joe said. “The bars are full of ex-cons and don’t nobody care, least of all the cops.”

“Mama, we’re not—” Reed started to explain.

“At least stay long enough to tell your sister good night.” Judy nodded to the front door, which could be seen plainly from the kitchen.

Mark ruffled Regina’s hair the way an adult would caress a child. “Why don’t you stay home tomorrow and spend some time with Reed? Consider it a paid holiday.”

“Oh, Mark, that’s so nice of you. I’d love to—”

“She’ll be at work promptly at nine,” Judy said, emerging from the kitchen to stand, hands on hips, in the middle of the living room. “This family doesn’t take charity of any kind. It was nice of you to offer, but Regina works eight hours for eight hours’ pay.”

Damn it, Mama
, Reed wanted to shout.
Can’t you just once put aside your pride?
Giving a valuable, hardworking employee the day off with pay wasn’t exactly charity. Judy Conway had a blind spot when it came to accepting anything for free. She always had been a proud woman—too proud to accept anything from anyone. Even when she’d had to send her kids to bed hungry, she had refused any kind of government assistance. And when other kids ate hot lunches at school, Judy had refused free lunches for Reed and Regina, instead packing peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches every day and somehow scraping together enough money for them to buy a half-pint of milk. To this day, Reed hated peanut butter.
We’ll make do
had been Judy’s credo. Apparently it still was.

“I didn’t mean to offend.” Mark looked down at his feet, obviously a bit embarrassed by Judy’s response to what he had probably thought of as nothing more than a kind offer. “Whatever Regina wants.” Mark opened the door, but before he left he lifted his gaze, nodded to Reed, and then said, “Thank you again, Mrs. Conway, for your hospitality.”

When Mark walked onto the porch, Regina all but ran after him. Her voice carried from outside, making it easy to hear her comments.

“Mark, I’m sorry about Mama. You have to understand that she—”

“It’s all right,” Mark said. “I might not understand your mother, but I admire her. She’s a fine woman. And if you decide to take the day off—”

“I’d better not. I don’t want to upset Mama. Besides, Reed and I will have plenty of time together now that he’s home. Oh, Mark, I just can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done to help him.”

Feeling like a voyeur, Reed put his arm around his mother’s waist. “Why don’t I help you clean up the dishes before Briley Joe and I leave?”

She nodded, glanced quickly at the open front door, and then headed for the kitchen. Briley Joe already had the back door open and was waiting impatiently.

Judy turned to Reed. “Mark is a fine young man as well as a very good lawyer. Regina’s lucky to be working for him. She has a bright future. And yes, I know she thinks she’s in love with him and he has no idea how she feels. But I do not for one minute believe he’d ever take advantage of her.”

“Good God, Mama, who are you kidding? He’s a man, isn’t he? She’s a beautiful woman who’s nuts about him.”

“If Mark ever realizes how Regina feels about him, he could discover that he has similar feelings for her. It’s not beyond the realm of possibility that he could ask her to marry him.”

“The way Regina’s father asked you to marry him?” The minute the words were out of his mouth, he wished them back. In all the years since Regina had been born, they had never once spoken about the circumstances surrounding her birth. He’d been only seven, but he’d known his mother wasn’t married. The kids at school had made ugly comments about Judy, and he’d come home with a bloody nose more than once for defending his mother’s honor.

Judy slapped him, a resounding strike across his cheek. In all his life, she’d never slapped him. But never before had he ever deserved it more.

“Mama…God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Why don’t you and Briley Joe just leave? Now.” Judy gathered up dirty dishes from the table and stacked them on the counter.

“Come on, cuz.” Briley Joe nodded toward their escape route.

“I had no right to say what I did.” Reed’s hand hovered over his mother’s shoulder. “I just don’t want to see Regina get hurt.”

“You go on out and have a good time tonight,” Judy said, her voice soft and lightly laced with emotion. “I’ll leave the back porch light on for you.” She wiped her hands off on a dishcloth and turned to face Reed. Her eyes were dry. All her tears were lodged in her heart. He knew his mother. She was as tough as nails, as strong as steel. “You have your key, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’ve got my key.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’ll holler at Regina before we go.”

By the time he’d said goodbye to his sister, Reed heard Briley Joe racing the motor of his Ford pickup. With a final wave, he headed out the back door. Well, he’d eaten his mama’s home cooking, so that meant one down and two to go—a six-pack and a willing woman were next on his agenda.

When Reed hopped into the truck, Briley Joe squealed the tires as he raced out of the gravel drive and onto the road leading into town.

“Hell, man, I thought we’d never get out of there.” Briley Joe shoved his foot down on the accelerator, sending the old truck into greased-lightning speed. “After fifteen years without a woman, you’ve got to be dying for some hot pussy.”

Reed laughed, the sound mixing with the warm summer wind blowing in through the open windows. Leave it to Briley Joe to hit the nail on the head. Reed laughed again, louder. Damn, but it was good to be free.

Ella stood outside her mother’s bedroom door. She had never been allowed entrance into Carolyn’s inner sanctum without knocking first and asking permission. She’d been taught respect for other people’s privacy from early childhood. As a little girl she’d felt privileged when she’d been allowed to bring some of her toys to her mother’s suite and play quietly on the floor. Often Carolyn had read to her, and later they’d shared a meal together, just the two of them.

Viola was always nearby. Then and now. If not in the room with them, then hovering just beyond the door to her connecting room. Of course, Ella understood the necessity of having her mother’s nurse close at hand. Viola had joined the household before Ella’s adoption, so her presence in the mansion actually predated Ella’s. Sometimes she felt guilty for wishing she could have her mother all to herself, especially when she thought about how dependent her mother was on Viola. Carolyn’s spine had been severely damaged after a dreadful horseback riding accident, leaving her paralyzed from the waist down. Only daily exercises, seen to by the devoted Viola, keep atrophy from claiming Carolyn’s leg muscles.

Aunt Cybil had upset her mother this evening. It wasn’t the first time and certainly wouldn’t be the last. As much as she loved her mother, her loyalties were divided. She didn’t approve of her aunt’s drinking or of the way she occasionally treated Uncle Jeff Henry so cruelly. But Ella loved her mother’s younger sister because Aunt Cybil adored her so unabashedly. Her aunt had been the one who’d bought her her first bra; the one who’d explained about menstruation; the person she’d turned to when she wanted to know the facts of life. Often Ella felt as if she had two mothers, each performing different functions in her life. Carolyn was her moral center, the one who taught her good manners and lectured her on the art of being a lady. But it was Cybil who had made mud pies with her and pushed her high into the sky on her backyard swing and taught her how to drive a car.