He was about to head back down the steps when he heard her voice from the darkest of the four wings of the attic, the one with no window at all. He hadn't looked real close back there because he didn't think she'd be there in the dark. She picked her way through the scattered junk—even Helping Hands didn't want this stuff—so quickly and deftly that it was like she could see in the dark. But come to think of it, she'd had plenty of time to memorize where everything was.
"You were looking for me?" she asked. He couldn't blame her for sounding incredulous.
"I wanted to tell you the water heater's being installed and after the water has a chance to heat up, you can get a real shower."
"I bet I need one."
"It'll feel good whether you need it or not." As if there was a chance she didn't have years of sweat and grime caked on her. "Got soap there, if you don't mind sharing a bar of it with me."
"No problem," she said.
"And you can take your pick of towels, I'll just use the other set."
"You got me a towel?"
"Can't very well hang you out the window to dry, can I?"
"All I meant was. Thanks." Again, that tone of surprise.
"Also," he said, pulling out the extra housekey "It isn't safe for you to be in here with the deadbolt fastened and no key. Plus if you went out, you shouldn't have to knock or wait for me to get home."
She looked at it without taking it. "It's not my house," she said. "It's yours."
"I got title to it," said Don. "But I could've lost that just now, if some lawyer really wanted to go to town with me. So the way I see it, we're both squatters here, really. House still belongs to that Dr. Bellamy guy."
"Oh, he's forgotten all about it by now," she said.
"I expect so," said Don. "Him being dead and all."
"Funny how he made such a strong house out of love for his wife, but that's the thing, the house didn't really have a hold on him at all, ever, because it was her that he loved. I think that's romantic."
"Are you taking the key or not?"
"I don't know. I don't know if it's right for me to have it."
"I say it is." And as he said it, he found that he pretty much believed it. "Now that you're following the rules. Not letting people in."
"Would you mind setting the key by the door to my room?"
He looked at her for a minute. What was this game? Didn't she recognize victory when she had it? Did she have to rub it in by making him deliver the key?
"Really," she said. "I don't know if I could even hold the key. I'm kind of shaking right now. I guess what I'm saying is, please take the key and leave it there for me because I don't want to cry in front of you, I'm shy about that."
"Didn't mean to make you cry."
She shook her head and turned her back. He went down the attic stairs and laid the key in front of her door and then headed on to the cellar to see how Carville was doing.
Only when he got down the stairs to the entry hall, he could see through the glass in the door that somebody was standing on the porch, pacing nervously. In the attic he wouldn't have heard any knocking. He opened the door. It was Cindy.
"Hi," she said.
"Sure," he said. "Come in." He had a sinking feeling that she had heard what he did for her and she was there to thank him and he didn't want that scene. But he'd rather have that one than the scene where she tries to pick up the romance where it was when it got sidetracked back at her house.
"You can relax," she said, coming inside. "I know it's over between us."
"I suppose maybe so," he said.
"You have no idea how I've replayed that day in my mind, wishing I could..."
"No point in that, Cindy," he said.
"And now I've cost you money."
"They had no business telling you about that."
"Ryan doesn't know how not to tell what he knows. He doesn't understand that that's why he's not a very good spy. It doesn't give you any advantage to know a secret if you blab it as soon as you find it out."
"Ryan needs to have his head shoved up his butt."
"Might as well," she said with a wan smile. "It's always up somebody's."
He couldn't argue.
"Anyway, Don," she said. "I'll pay it back to you. You have to let me."
"You've got other places for that money to go."
"But I know what having this house free and clear meant to you."
"It's OK," he said. "The thing is, I'll only have to borrow for a few months and that's nothing. And I kissed you for the camera as much as you kissed me."
"But you didn't know how I'd bullied him into dropping the price."
"But see, here's the thing, Cindy. You did it because you liked me. So when it comes right down to it, the owner was right. I was getting a special advantage. I would have bought this house anyway, even at seventy thou. It would have taken me a few days to decide, maybe, but I would have bought it. So in a way, the only loser is you, because you didn't get your whole commission."
"Don't you dare even think of paying me a—"
"I got kissed by a beautiful lady," he said. "I found out I could feel things I thought I couldn't feel. That's not about money."
"That's it," she said. "That's how I feel too. And please don't think for a moment I'm upset that you already have a girl here."
"There's a girl here," said Don, "but I don't have her. She came with the house."
"No, no, you don't have to explain anything. I know whatever you did, it was the kind of thing a kind and generous man would do. For all I know, she's just another broken-hearted woman like me. Maybe you're just a trouble magnet, Don."
"Or maybe there's no such thing as a person without troubles, so I'm just lucky to know somebody like you."
She shook her head, holding back tears. "You know too much about me to believe that, Don."
He went to her and put his arms around her and held her again. She clung to him, tight, and now with her body against his he couldn't help but feel some of what he'd felt before, that longing for her.
"You can hold me when you know what I did?" she whispered.
"What you almost did," he said. "What you made damn sure you would never, ever do. That's all that counts. What we do, not what we think of doing or even want to do."
"But see, I lied to you," she said. "I did put the pillow over her face."
It struck him like a blow; his knees gave a little.
She pulled away from him, studying his face, tears flowing down hers.
"Did you... hurt her?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Only for a minute. And that's the truth this time. Now that I know you already have somebody else, I can stand to tell you that last little bit. That I was doing it."
"But you stopped."
She nodded.
"And your baby wasn't hurt at all."
"She cried cause I scared her, but no, she wasn't hurt. It really was only a minute. Less than a minute. But that's how close I was. It's awful, Don, knowing I could come that close."
"We can all come close to something ugly," he said.
"Not that, though," she said. "You could never even come within a thousand miles of that. And that's why you can't love me."
"I think... that's not fair, Cindy. Don't judge yourself by me. I lost a little girl. I've got scars of my own. That's all that's happening here."
"No, I know better, Don. The kind of man that's the only kind worth loving, when I tell him that story, he'll never be able to love me."
"You don't know that."
"Because how could he ever trust me? How could he ever leave our kids alone with me, without wondering? And a man like that, Don, he's going to want kids. A man who's a natural husband and father."