What all hadnât Mattie told her?
He let Quint go. For now.
It was teatime at the Pembroke. Wild-blueberry muffins, fresh fruit and Earl Grey tea were being served on the veranda. Zeke headed on up. Afterward maybe heâd try to scare up a fifth of George Dickel in this Yankee town.
If he was lucky, in due time heâd bump into Quint Skinner on neutral turf. If not, heâd just have to hunt him down and have a little chat.
Ira Bernstein was not pleased to learn a burglar had been prowling the Pembroke grounds. He was even less pleased to find out over an hour after the fact. âWhy didnât you call me?â he screamed at Dani.
She leaned back against the couch in her office. Now that the crisis was over, she was aching and tired; even thinking was an effort. And talking to Mattie hadnât helped. Instead of offering her usual love, wisdom and concern, she had been shocked and withdrawn, which led Dani to worry something was wrong with her grandmother. But Mattie had denied that Dani had caught her at a bad time, assured her she was wellâand then urged her not to call the police, because she didnât need the added publicity.
Since when had Mattie worried about publicity?
When Dani didnât answer, Ira paced, hands thrust in his pants pockets, hair wild. âYou donât have any description?â
âNo.â She paused. âNot of the burglar. But there was another manâ¦I was wondering if youâve seen him around. Dark hair, dark eyes, maybe six feet tall. Looks really fit. Very controlled.â And sexy, she thought, but judiciously left out that assessment. âHe says his nameâs Zeke Cutler. Ring any bells?â
It hadnât with Mattie, but Ira stopped pacing and hesitated.
âWhat?â Dani prodded.
He looked at her. âYou wonât fly off the handle?â
âIra.â
âHeâs a guest.â
Hellâs bells, she thought. Just her luck. She decided not to tell Ira sheâd thrown a bottle at him. âGo on.â
âHe arrived this afternoonââ
âHe had a reservation?â
âNot exactly. Apparently he called in a favor and got the room of a former client or the daughter of a former clientâsomething like that.â
âA client? Who is he, whatâs he do?â
âHeâs a security consultant. From what I understand, heâs very good at what he does.â
Dani could feel her face redden. What in blue blazes had she gotten herself into?
âAnyway,â Ira went on, âI believe heâs having tea on the verandaââ
She was on her feet and out the door, leaving Ira Bernstein to do what he would about her burglar. A professional white knight. What next?
Her head throbbed, and her antibacterial goo hadnât done a thing to stop her scraped shin from hurting. But she pounded down the wood-paneled hall, past the library, through the ballroom and out to the veranda, which looked out onto a formal garden and a small fishpond.
Zeke Cutler was there, alone.
âTell me, Dani Pembroke,â he said, rocking back in his rattan chair. âWhatâs the difference between a wild blueberry and the regular kind?â
She inhaled, remembering he was a guest. âWild blueberries are wild, for one thing. Theyâre smaller, and many people think theyâre more flavorful than cultivated blueberries.â
âAh.â
âMr. Cutlerââ
âZeke.â
The rhythms of his southern accent and his subtle but unmistakable humor softened the hard edges of his voice. But his eyes, she noticed, remained alert and intense, taking in everything. She became aware of the spots of blood on her T-shirt, the ratty socks sheâd quickly pulled on before heading up to the main house, her crummy sneakers, her short, messy hair. She usually dressed up when she was in a spot where she could run into guests.
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