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He closed a hand over hers on the k.n.o.b. "How's the food?" She smiled again, looking back at him. "Fabulous."
She was right about the food, Ry discovered. Rack of lamb, fresh asparagus, glossy candied yams, all accompanied by some golden
French wine.
He knew, of course, that Gage Guthrie was dripping with money.
But nothing had prepared him for the Gothic mansion of a house, with its towers and turrets and terraces. The next thing to a castle, Ry had thought when he viewed it from the outside.
Inside, it was home, rich and elaborate, certainly, but warm.
Deborah had given him a partial tour down winding corridors, up curving steps, before they all settled into the enormous dining room with its ox-roasting stone fireplace and winking crystal chandeliers.
It might, Ry thought, have had the flavor of a museum, if not for the people in it.
He'd clicked with Deborah instantly. He'd heard she was a tough and tenacious prosecutor. She had a softer, more vulnerable look than her sister, but she had a reputation for being formidable in court.
It was obvious her husband adored her. There were little signs- the quick, shared looks, the touch of a hand.
It was very much the same between Boyd and Cilia. Ry calculated that they'd been together for a decade or so, but the spark was still very much in evidence.
And the kids were great. He'd always had a soft spot for children.
He recognized and was touched by Allison's preadolescent crush, and obliged her by going over the highlights of the game.
Since Cilia had wisely seen to it that her oldest son was across the table and two chairs down from his sister, Bryant was free to badger Deborah about how many bad guys she'd locked up since last he'd seen her.
And dinner was a relatively peaceful affair.
"Do you ride in a fire truck?" Keenan wanted to know.
"I used to," Ry told him.
"How come you stopped?"
"I told you," Bryant said, rolling his eyes with the disdain only a sibling knows and understands. "He goes after bad guys now, like Dad. Only just bad guys who burn things down. Don't you?''
"That's right."
"I'd rather ride in a fire truck." In a canny move to avoid the asparagus on his plate, Keenan slipped out of his chair and into Ry's lap.
"Keenan," Cilia said. "Ry's trying to eat."
"He's okay." Enjoying himself, Ry shifted the boy onto his knee.
"Did you ever ride in one?"
"Nuh-uh." He smiled winningly, using his big, soft eyes. "Can
I?"
"If your mom and dad say it's okay, you could come down to the station tomorrow. Take a look around."
"Cool." Bryant had immediately picked up on the invitation.
"Can we, Dad?"
"I don't see why not."
"Aunt Nat knows where it is," Ry added as Keenan bounced gleefully on his knee. "Make it around ten, and I'll give you a tour."
"Pretty exciting stuff." Cilia rose. "And if we're going to pull it off, I'd say you three better get washed up and bedded down." The knee-jerk protest might have been stronger if not for the long day the children had put in. Cilia merely shook her head, looking at Boyd.
"Slick?"
"Okay." He rose and tossed Bryant up and over his shoulder, turning whines into giggles, "Let's move out."
"I'll give you a hand." Natalie plucked Keenan from Ry's lap. "Say good-night, pal."
"Good night, pal," he echoed, and nuzzled into her neck. "You smell as good as Thea, Aunt Nat."
"Thanks, honey."
"Am I going to get a story?"
"Swindler," she laughed and carried him out.
"Nice family," Ry commented.
"We like them." Deborah smiled at him. "You've certainly given them something to look forward to tomorrow."
"No big deal. The guys love to show off for kids. Great meal."
"Frank's one in a million," she agreed. "A former pickpocket." She closed her hand over Gage's. "Who now uses those nimble fingers to create gastronomic miracles. Why don't we have coffee in the small salon? I'll go help Frank with it."
"This is some house," Ry said as he and Gage left the dining room and wound their way toward the salon. "Ever get lost?''
"I've got a good sense of direction."
There was a fire burning in the salon, and the lights were low and welcoming. Again Ry got the impression of home, settled, content.
"You used to be a cop, didn't you?"
Gage stretched out in a chair. "That's right. My partner and I were working on a sting that went wrong. All the way wrong." It still hurt, but the wounds were scarred over now. "He ended up dead, and I was the next thing to it. When I came out of it, I didn't want to pick up a badge again."
"Rough." Ry knew it was a great deal more than that. If he had the story right in his head, Gage had lingered in a coma for months before facing life again. "So you picked up the family business instead."
"So to speak. We have something in common there. You're running the family business, too."
Ry gave Gage a level look. "So to speak."
"I checked you out. Natalie's important to Deborah, and to me. I can tell you in advance, Boyd's going to ask if she's important to you." He glanced up as Boyd walked in. "That was fast."
"I saw my chance and went over the wall." He dropped into a chair, crossed his feet at the ankles. "So, Piasecki, what's going on between you and my sister?"