On the way there, he kept remembering what he’d said to Jada about stalking, but trying to have a simple conversation with Piper against her will hardly constituted harassment, did it?
So maybe it was a gray area.
The guys who lived downstairs had buzzed him in before, but this time they didn’t respond, even though he saw movement through their front windows. Next, he tried Jennifer MacLeish but got no answer. He hit the button for Mrs. Berkovitz. “Who’s this?” she replied over the intercom.
“It’s Cooper Graham, Mrs. B. Can you let me in?”
“Cooper who?”
“Graham. Cooper Graham. Could you hit the buzzer so I can get in?”
“I would,” she said hesitantly, “but I… I hurt both my hands, and I can’t press the button.”
A flat-out lie, since she was already using the intercom.
“Try with your elbow,” he said with forced patience.
“My arthritis.”
He thought for a minute. “If I come up, maybe you could give me some more of that fudge? Best I ever tasted.”
A long pause, and then a hoarse whisper. “She won’t let me. She warned all of us not to let you in.” She stopped whispering. “It’s not good to play games with a woman’s heart. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.”
The intercom clicked off. That made him so mad he did the thing he swore he’d never do. He waited by her car, even though it made him feel like he wasn’t much better than Karah’s ex-boyfriend Hank Marshall. But he had to talk to Piper, and what else was he supposed to do?
He stood in the cold for nearly two hours before she finally appeared. She wore one of the puffy winter coats Chicago women relied on. She’d taken the scissors to her hair again, and it fluttered in soft little feathers.
She saw him right away and came to a dead stop. She shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her coat. “Leave me alone!” She spun around and charged right back into the building.
He was furious with himself. She’d sent a clear message, and he’d ignored it. He felt like he needed a shower.
He drove aimlessly, not knowing what to do now. Eventually he headed for the gym, even though the doctors hadn’t cleared him to work out. On the way, a cop stopped him for speeding but predictably refused to give him a ticket until Coop insisted on it. Piper was right. He was a demon behind the wheel, and he needed to be held accountable.
Piper with the gun at her head… The image had frozen in his mind like a frame of film stuck in a projector. It was at that moment the mist had finally cleared, and his brain had comprehended what his heart had been trying to tell him for weeks-how much he loved Piper Dove. She was part of him. His laughter, his comfort.
More than that. She was also his conscience and his touchstone. His challenge, too, but not in the way she believed. Being with her challenged him to become his better self, to find a place in the world that no longer depended on a scoreboard victory, to let another person in and trust her to help carry the weight.
But what was he to Piper? Thanks to Duke Dove, he might never find out.
Piper had told him enough about her childhood for him to figure out the rest. Pleasing Duke meant she had to swallow every emotion that displeased him. Her father had punished her tears and rewarded her stoicism. His mission had been to shape her into a warrior strong enough to survive the harsh world that had killed her mother, and he’d built that warrior. But then he’d tried to shut her down by refusing to give her the battlefield that was her birthright.
Coop’s own upbringing had been so different. Even as his father had battled his private demons, he’d never shamed Coop for the normal emotions all kids experienced growing up.
“Guys have to cry sometimes, son. It’s good to get it out.”
Piper hadn’t known that kind of emotional acceptance. Pleasing the father she loved meant she could never show weakness, or softness, or vulnerability.
Coop slammed on the brakes so fast he nearly got rear-ended. Of course she was afraid to talk to him. Being forced into a conversation that was guaranteed to be emotional-a conversation where he’d damn well make certain he said what he had to and make her say whatever it was that lay underneath all her bull-wasn’t what she’d been trained for.
The sight of that gun… The sounds of Jada’s sobs… And Pipe, standing there so helplessly, her eyes focused on only him, the message as clear as if she’d spoken it aloud.
Teamwork.
The sight of Coop standing by her car yesterday had undone whatever microscopic progress she’d made to move her life forward. Tall and sturdy, those big, capable hands stretched long at his sides, November sunlight striking his cheekbones… She’d grown dizzy with a longing so painful it had threatened to bring her to her knees.
She was staring blindly out her office window when Jada called. “You’re a detective,” the teenager declared. “Clara and I think you should do something about it.”
“I’m not exactly in a position to solve the problem of child sex trafficking.”
“But you could, like, pretend you were a kid or something on the Internet. And get these guys to maybe meet up with you and arrest them.”
“I’m a detective. I can’t arrest anybody.”
“You could work with the police,” Jada insisted. “And talk to important people about how they can’t arrest these girls as being, like, prostitutes.”
Jada’s passion was admirable, but Piper barely knew how to get through the day, let alone solve a problem of this scope.
When their call ended, Piper buried her face in her hands. Annabelle had offered her a job performing background checks, and Deidre Joss had called to talk to her about doing more work for Joss Investments. Dove Investigations was taking off, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Last night’s visit to Jen’s apartment had been the only bright spot in her week.
“I e-mailed you a YouTube link,” she’d told Chicago’s finest meteorologist. “Use it as you see fit.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.”
Piper had finally been able to help Jen by unearthing a video someone had recently posted, a video that had been made during Dumb Ass’s college years. Piper had immediately backed it up for posterity. The video showed a younger Dumb Ass on all fours, shirt off, wearing a bra with a pair of women’s underpants on his head, as a hairy-chested frat brother rode on his back.
“Oh my god!” Jen had exclaimed. “That pompous ass is mine forever!”
Piper blinked her eyes at the memory. She was doing a lot of that lately.
Her office door clicked open. Her head shot up as Heath Champion walked in. “Long time, no see,” the agent said.
She couldn’t handle any more trouble. At the same time, she finally had a distraction from her brooding. “What do you want?”
“I’m here to negotiate a deal,” he said. “For Coop. He wants you to move in with him.”
“What? He sent his agent to negotiate this?”
“Football players,” Heath said in disgust. “A bunch of spoiled brats. They don’t know how to do a damned thing for themselves.”
She dug her fingernails into her palms. “I don’t believe this.”
“At least it doesn’t involve livestock. I hate it when I have to negotiate livestock.”
“Mr. Champion-”
“Heath. I think we know each other well enough by now.”
“Heath… I am not moving in with your client.” Her neck had started to hurt along with her stomach. And she wanted to cry. She dug her fingernails deeper. “Out of curiosity… Agents get ten percent when they make a deal for a client, right?”