She pretended she didn’t hear him.
“. . . she had ample time to observe her sister’s lover.”
G
EORGETTE
H
EYER
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Devil’s Cub
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Colin answered the door. Ryan stood on the other side, which wouldn’t have been unusual except it was ten o’clock on Monday morning, and he looked like hell. “You look like hell.”
“Thanks.”
Colin hadn’t spoken with Ryan since Saturday night. The lapse had been deliberate, since he’d had a fairly good idea of what direction their next conversation would take. Ryan was Colin’s best friend. Their old relationship of teacher and student had happened so long ago that neither of them thought much about it anymore. They played in a basketball league together, occasionally jogged on weekends, and Ryan helped him coach the boys’ soccer team.
“Has the plant burned down?” Colin said. “I can think of no other reason you’d abandon your customary workaholic habits.”
“The plant’s fine. We need to talk.”
Colin wished he could avoid this particular tête-à-tête. Sugar Beth had appeared on schedule this morning, predictably ignoring the fact that he’d fired her, and then she’d made herself scarce while he’d holed up in his office, staring at his computer screen. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Making love with her yesterday had been better than anything he could have imagined, which, considering what he’d been reading lately, was fairly astonishing. She’d been bawdy, spontaneous, thrilling, and unpredictable. Afterward, she’d shown no interest in engaging in a postcoital examination of their relationship, which should have relieved him. Instead, he’d experienced this unhealthy compulsion to make her spill her secrets. Although he knew who she’d been, he didn’t entirely understand who she’d become, and the mystery enticed him. Maybe this was why so many men had fallen under her spell. She issued a subtle, irresistible challenge that lured them to their deaths.
But the image of Sugar Beth as a cold-blooded man-killer wouldn’t take hold.
Ryan gazed down at Gordon. “Where did the dog come from?”
“Just showed up one day.” He gave in to the inevitable. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Why not? I might as well make the hole in my stomach even bigger.”
“You should switch to a low-acid organic coffee.”
“And give up all that stomach pain? No, thanks.”
Gordon followed them into the kitchen, then waddled over to the sunroom and lay on the rug. Ryan pulled out one of the counter stools, only to push it back and begin to pace. “Look, Colin, you deserved some payback, no question about it, but this situation with Sugar Beth is out of hand. Now other people are being hurt, and you have to get rid of her.”
The faint sound of water running overhead pressed home the need to get rid of Ryan, and Colin only filled the mug halfway before passing it over. “Winnie’s upset, is she?”
“Winnie’s way past upset. Sugar Beth’s been seeing Gigi.”
News, indeed. Still, nothing Sugar Beth did could surprise him.
“Yesterday while we were at the concert, Gigi sneaked out of the house to meet her. Sugar Beth probably encouraged it. I don’t know how it happened. Gigi won’t talk about it.”
Colin silently cursed Sugar Beth. Did she go out of her way to create trouble? “I suppose it’s only natural for them to be curious about each other.”
“I can’t believe she’s involved Gigi in all this.”
“What do you think Sugar Beth will do to her?”
“You know what she’s capable of.”
“Sugar Beth isn’t eighteen any longer.”
“Let’s get real,” Ryan retorted angrily. “She’s floated through three marriages—the last one made her a certified gold digger. Now she’s broke. Desperate, too, or she’d have told everybody to go to hell on Saturday night and stormed off. Call me overprotective, but I don’t want a woman like that around my daughter.”
Colin hated being dragged into other people’s messes, but he couldn’t see a way to sidestep this one. “Things aren’t always what they seem where Sugar Beth is concerned.”
“You’re defending her?”
“I’m being objective.” Now there was a laugh. Even before yesterday, he’d lost his objectivity where Sugar Beth was concerned.
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve gotten suckered in by her, haven’t you?”
“I haven’t gotten suckered in by anybody.”
“Then fire her.”
“I already did.”
“You did?” Ryan looked surprised, then relieved. “The first good news I’ve heard this weekend. Sorry, pal, I underestimated you. Do you know if she’s left town yet?”
“As to that . . .”
“I should have trusted you. But . . . I’m a little keyed up right now.” He gazed into his coffee mug. “The truth is . . . Winnie’s moved out of the house.”
“What?”
“She’s left. Moved into the apartment over the store.”
Colin was stunned. Ryan and Winnie had the best marriage he’d ever seen. If they couldn’t make a go of it, no one could. “I’m sure it’s only temporary. You and Winnie are the genuine article.”
“Apparently not. It’s like Winnie’s possessed. You know how rational she always is, but lately . . . She thinks I’m still hung up on Sugar Beth. After all these years. And she started talking about not knowing who she was, all that Oprah bullshit. I feel like I don’t know my own wife anymore.”
Colin remembered the way Ryan’s eyes kept straying to Sugar Beth on Saturday night. By making it possible for her to stay in Parrish, Colin had inadvertently hurt the two people whose friendship he most cherished.
“I’ve tried to reason with Winnie, but she won’t listen. She didn’t even talk to Gigi before she drove off. She left that little task up to me.”
“How did Gigi take it?” Colin asked, not really wanting to know.
“Oh, she’s taking it fine. I said that her mother was stressed out because she had so much work to do at the shop, and she’d decided to settle in there for a few days to get things cleared up without any distractions. Gigi bought it, but she’s a smart kid, and it won’t take her long to figure out what’s really going on.”
“I’m sure Winnie will come to her senses before then.”
“It’ll happen a lot quicker if Sugar Beth is gone. I’ve never believed in throwing my weight around, but if I find out somebody else has hired her—”
“Hey, Ryan . . .” Sugar Beth waltzed into the kitchen, a bottle of drain opener in her hand. Colin wanted to strangle her. She couldn’t have stayed upstairs until Ryan left. Oh, no. In her screwed-up head, that would have been a sign of cowardice, and how could she let a day pass without giving a hard time to as many people as possible?
“Your shower’s running great now, Colin. Add the sixty bucks a plumber would have charged you to my paycheck.”
Coffee slopped over the edge of Ryan’s mug as he slammed it on the counter. “You said you fired her!”
“I did. Unfortunately, Sugar Beth still doesn’t listen well.”
“It gets in the way of my self-serving lifestyle.” She headed for the sink, where she bent down to put the drain opener away.
Colin tore his eyes from her bottom, clad this morning in a pair of deep purple cigarette pants. “Exactly the sort of remark that makes people line up to hate you, Sugar Beth. But then you know that very well.”
“You think?”
He refused to play her game. “Ryan stopped by to tell me that Winnie’s moved out. Because of you.”
She straightened and smiled. “No kidding. Now that just about makes my day.”
Ryan’s mouth hardened. “That’s low, even coming from you.”
Colin wouldn’t let her weasel out of this with wisecracks. “Sugar Beth doesn’t mean it. She’s deliberately antagonizing you.”
“I sort of mean it,” Sugar Beth said. “You and Winnie pissed me off royally yesterday with Gigi.”