Thicker Than Water - DK5 (30 page)

Dumbfounded, Kerry brought it closer as if to verify the evidence of her own eyes. She recognized the picture as one she’d had taken of herself for the corporate newsletter on her promotion 176
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to vice president, so her expression was appropriately business-like.

It was an original. She could see the softly matted sheen, very different from the print in the glossy catalog. How had he gotten it?

She put it down again, a little shaken. It took all her will-power to turn her eyes from the photo and pull open the drawer to look inside it.

DAR’S CELL PHONE rang. She gave everyone an apologetic look, then stood and stepped outside the room to take the call.

“Hello?”

“Well, hello, Dar,” Alastair said. “Any luck?”

If there was any consolation to be found, Dar took it from the anxiety she could hear in Alastair’s voice. “No. Alastair, those papers could be anywhere. I’m sure he didn’t leave them just lying around his house, for God’s sake. They’re probably in a vault someplace.” She hesitated. “Listen, just…We should be home tonight. Have Bea book me on the first flight Tuesday.”

Alastair sighed.

“I want a day or so to get things settled,” Dar said. “And to give Kerry a few days. She’s pretty shaken up right now.”

“I’m sure,” Alastair murmured. “Take your time, Dar.”

Dar leaned against the wall and tried not to feel sick to her stomach. “Hey, Alastair?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry.”

Alastair was silent for a moment. “Well, you know, Dar, jobs are jobs, but family is the important thing in life.” He hesitated.

“Right?”

It didn’t make either of them feel any better, Dar suspected.

“Right.” She heard soft footsteps coming down the hall and glanced up to see Kerry approaching. “I’ll call you later.”

“All right. Bye.” Alastair hung up just as Kerry came within earshot. Dar clipped her phone to her leather beltlet and reached out to give Kerry’s arm a gentle rub. “No luck, hm?”

Kerry shook her head. “He has…I mean, he had a little private office. I tried there.”

“S’okay.” Dar produced a smile for her, warm and genuine.

“C’mon. I think your aunt was about to tell us funny stories about you and a birthday party.”

Kerry rolled her eyes, but allowed herself to be bumped towards the doorway. Just shy of it she stopped and waited for Dar to come up behind her. “He had my picture on his desk, Dar.”

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Dar’s eyebrows shot up in honest surprise.

“I just don’t understand.” Kerry sighed and continued on into the room, giving her family a smile she didn’t really feel.

KERRY WAS GLAD Aunt Penny had stopped by, even though she did tend to tell embarrassing stories about her.
At least one of
my relatives,
she reflected,
actually likes me and doesn’t mind saying
so.
“We just took a walk up to the hill,” she said, in answer to her mother’s query. “I wanted to show Dar my old sledding spot.”

“Goodness, do you still have that Flyer around here, Cyndi?”

Aunt Penny asked. “I quite remember young Kerrison here doing battle with a tree on it years ago.”

“Ouch.” Kerry rubbed her nose in memory. “No, that one’s been gone a long time.” She spared a sad thought for its passing.

“Dar was going to chop down a tree and make one, but I convinced her we didn’t have time.”

Everyone looked at Dar, who looked back with devastating innocence. “Tell you what. We’ll go up to Aspen and I’ll make it up to you. You can watch me take out a few trees.”

Kerry grinned. “You’re on. After your shoulder heals, that is.”

“Oh yeah. Get that cleared up just in time fer her to break a laig.” Andrew chuckled.

Everyone laughed along with him, even Dar, who folded her arms over her chest. “I wasn’t the one who took out six ski instructors and a sled dog. Or that tent.”

“Mm…I remember that.” Ceci grimaced. “That dog was really mad.”

Cynthia leaned forward, placing her hands precisely into her lap. “That sounds very interesting. Do you ski, Commander?”

“Not very well.” Ceci ignored the snort from her husband.

“Between him and Dar, they cleared the slopes.”

Another chuckle made its way around the small circle. “Well, isn’t that fun.” Aunt Penny patted Kerry on the knee. “Sounds like you have your work cut out for you, dear.”

“Yes,” Cynthia agreed quickly. “Do stay for lunch, will you, Penny? It’s almost served.”

They all got up to go into the dining room. Kerry brought up the rear and was surprised when her mother held out a hand, slowing them both down. “What’s up?”

“Kerrison, could I speak with you, briefly?” her mother asked. “Alone?”

Ah.
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speech,” and it was a little too late for that. “Sure.” She waved at Dar, who was waiting in the doorway. “G’wan. I’ll catch up.”

Dar studied her for a moment, then nodded and slipped out of the room, leaving them alone together. “So,” Kerry turned and leaned against one of the large planters, “what’s on your mind?”

KERRY WAITED FOR the voice to stop, keeping her eyes fastened on the shifting sun outside the glass panes. Then she turned. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”

“Kerrison,” Cynthia held up a hand, “please, at least consider it. You would be excellent in this role.”

“Mother,” Kerry took a breath and held her temper, “I’m very happy with the life I have. I’m not changing it.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t, dear,” Cynthia said. “And certainly, I realize you’re very attached to your friend Dar, and she would be welcome here, as well.”

Kerry regarded her for a moment. “You really don’t get it, do you?” She sighed. “No, mother, I won’t accept a position here.”

She paused. “For one thing, you can’t afford me. Dar pays me a hell of a lot better than father ever paid anyone.”

“But…” Cynthia stopped. “Well, I’m sure…” She stopped again. “It’s not just the money, Kerrison. We want you to come back here and be part of your family. Surely you can understand that.”

“For another thing,” Kerry went on as though she hadn’t heard, “I don’t like Michigan.” She absorbed her mother’s slightly shocked look. “I love living in Florida.”

“But—”

“Dar and I have a wonderful life together, mother. Why would I want to change that?” Kerry asked in frustration. “Don’t you understand yet? This isn’t some passing phase I might grow out of.”

Cynthia took a seat on a nearby bench and folded her hands.

“I do understand that you and Dar are very fond of each other, dear.”

Kerry sat next to her. “No, you don’t understand. We love each other.”

Cynthia was silent.

“I love Dar with all my heart,” Kerry said. “She’s my life.

We’re partners in every sense of the word. She’s everything I could ever have wished for in someone to share the rest of my life with.” She waited for comment and got none. “So, though I’m really glad you fired that bastard Kyle, and the rest of those useless dog poops, I’m not going to come here and take their place.”

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Cynthia sighed. “Kerrison—”

”I’m going to go home and take my jacket off and play with my dog and soak in the hot tub with Dar under the stars tonight, just because we can,” Kerry said. “And, I’ll Catch up on my business email and get ready to go back to work.”

They were both silent for a few moments. Kerry exhaled and rubbed her temples. “Look, I know that’s not what you wanted to hear, and honestly, I do appreciate the welcome you’ve given both me and Dar.”

“Actually,” Cynthia murmured, “I quite like Dar. I find her intelligence refreshing.”

The way to my heart,
Kerry realized with a weak internal laugh,
is through praising my partner. Imagine that.
“It’s one of the things I like most about her.” She smiled at her mother. “She’s smarter than I am.”

“Surely not.” Cynthia frowned. “You’ve quite a good brain, Kerrison. You’ve always had.”

“Funny, you and father were always so ready for me to end up as a receptionist.” Kerry felt the words slip out. “I never thought my brain ever entered the plans.”

“That’s not so. He was very proud of your skills, especially when you were in high school,” Cynthia said. “He was simply anxious to channel them into something practical.”

“I think I found something more practical than reception work to channel them into,” Kerry remarked dryly.

Cynthia got up, walked to the frosted windows, and gazed out. “I thought perhaps you would at least think about this, Kerrison.” She exhaled. “Yes, I realize you do have your own life and all that, but this is not such a terrible thing I’m asking, is it? We just want you to be a part of our lives, as well.”

Kerry searched the ceiling, looking for patience and finding precious little. “Why?”

Cynthia turned. “Pardon?”

“Why?” Kerry repeated. “Why is it so important that I come back here?”

Cynthia frowned. “Is that a serious question? You are my daughter, and a member of our family.”

“No, I’m not,” Kerry replied quietly. “Have you forgotten? I was thrown out of this family a year ago.”

Her mother exhaled. “That wasn’t…Your father was very upset at the time, Kerrison. He was simply frustrated and angry.

As were you.”

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ning me at the hearings.” Her voice had gotten louder and louder.

“And now you think I want to come back?” She stood. “Are you nuts?”

Cynthia stared at her in shock.

“Why in the hell would you think I wanted, or what’s more, needed you?”

“Kerrison!” her mother gasped. “Think of what you’re saying.

No one meant any harm to you—”

“Bullshit!” Kerry was really angry now. “You never cared a rat’s ass about me. All that mattered was what I looked like, how many eligible boys I could bring over to the house for daddy to wind around his finger, and how soon I could get married to become a family brood cow.”

“Kerrison—”

“Don’t call me that,” Kerry spat, her breath coming quickly.

“I don’t know who the hell you people think you are, or what gave you the right to bastardize my life for all these years, but—”

The door opened and Dar entered, pale blue eyes flashing, her hands flexing lightly as she bolted to Kerry’s side and glared at her mother. “What the hell is going on in here?”

Kerry drew in a breath and released it, then touched Dar’s side. She could feel Dar’s ribs expanding and contracting, the muscles under her fingertips taut and almost vibrating with tension. “My mother wants me to give up my job, and my life, and come home to be her office manager.”

Dar looked at her, then at Cynthia, who turned her head in discomfort. “Nice. I think I can outbid her, though.”

Kerry laughed humorlessly.

“What the hell is your problem?” Dar asked Cynthia.

Cynthia looked thoroughly upset. “I’m trying to bring my family back together. There’s no crime in that.” She patted her coiffed hair. “I can see it was a mistake to ask, however.”

Kerry closed her eyes and felt sick to her stomach. She leaned against Dar and felt Dar’s arm curl around her in a reassuring hug. “Why can’t you just let me be happy?” she asked in a very quiet voice. “Is that too much to ask?”

“I...” Cynthia paused, then sighed. “I have no idea what that is, so perhaps I simply can’t understand your viewpoint, Kerrison.” She sat down. “I’m just trying to do what I feel is right.”

Dar glanced down and caught the reflection of light off the tears that rolled down Kerry’s cheeks. “What’s right is for you to accept Kerry for who and what she is. And stop trying to remake her into an image that was never her to begin with.”

“I have known my daughter far longer than you have,” Cynthia said stiffly.

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“You never knew her at all,” Dar said. “And no, you can’t have her back. She was never yours to begin with.”

Kerry sniffled and peeked at Dar from under damp lashes.

“My, aren’t we possessive,” she murmured with a wan smile.

Dar looked at her.

“Nice feeling,” Kerry whispered. “Thanks.”

“Hmph.” Dar kissed her gently on the head. “C’mon. Let’s go home.”

“Wait.” Cynthia held a hand up, then walked to them.

“Please, let’s not leave in anger again.” She touched Kerry’s arm.

“I’m sorry, Kerrison. You’re right. I don’t understand what it is you want. Please believe that I was only trying to help you.”

Kerry sadly looked at her. “I know. I’m sorry I lost my temper. There’re just so many things I get so angry about when I think of them.”

Her mother glanced down at the marble floor.

“Maybe seeing Kyle brought a lot of that back. He was always the worst.”

A soft throat clearing made them glance at the now open solarium door. It was one of the butlers. “Mrs. Stuart? There’s a policeman here to see you.”

Cynthia blinked in honest astonishment. “To see me? What on earth for?”

“I don’t know, ma’am. He mentioned something about an accident,” the butler replied. “Shall I show him in here?”

Dar and Kerry exchanged looks, then looked at Cynthia. Cynthia lifted her hands in a tiny gesture of puzzlement, then nodded.

“Certainly. Please do so.”

THE OFFICER ENTERED, taking off his hat and giving Mrs.

Stuart a respectful nod. “Ma’am.”

“Come in, Officer,” Cynthia said. “This is my daughter Kerrison, and her friend Dar. What can we do for you?”

The policeman gave them both brief nods of acknowledgement, then turned back to Cynthia. “Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you. I know this is a bad time, but we’re investigating an accident that happened near here, and we just need to ask you some questions.”

Cynthia looked properly and politely bewildered. “Me? Well, certainly. Please sit down.” She took a seat and waited for the officer to join her. Kerry and Dar took advantage of a nearby bench. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t been out of the house for quite some time. I’m not sure what I can hope to tell you.” She glanced at Dar and Kerry. “My daughter was out for a walk earlier. Per-182
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haps it’s she with whom you wish to speak. Kerrison, did you see anything while you were out?”