The doorbell rang. He still didn’t release her, just kept grinding his mouth into hers. Her knee was almost in motion when she managed to jerk her head back far enough to call out, “Who’s there?”
“Let me in, Miss Sherlock.”
A woman. Who could she be?
Suddenly Douglas was two feet away from her, standing there looking bewildered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s Candice,” he said blankly, then walked to the door and opened it.
The woman standing there was no older than Lacey, with long honey-blond hair, nearly as tall as Douglas, and endowed with very high cheekbones that had to be a cameraman’s dream. But it was her eyes that riveted Lacey. Dark, dark eyes that held fury, malice, and even more fury this instant than just the moment before. She looked ready to kill.
“Candice! What the hell are you doing here?”
“I followed you, Douglas. And you came here just like a little trained pigeon. I knew you’d come to her, even though I prayed you wouldn’t. Damn you, I’d hoped our marriage meant something to you. Just look, you let her kiss you. You’ve got her lipstick on your mouth. Damn you, you smell like her.”
“Why should our marriage mean anything to me? You lied to me. You weren’t pregnant.”
“We’ll have children, Douglas. I’m just not ready yet. I’m just hitting my stride with my career. I could make it to one of the nationals, but not if I take off now. In another year, we can have a dozen kids if that’s what you want.”
“That doesn’t jibe with what you told me before we got married. Then you said you’d had a miscarriage and you were so upset. Now you don’t want to get pregnant. You know what? I don’t think you were ever pregnant at all.” Douglas turned to Lacey, waving a languid hand toward his wife. “This is Candice Addams.”
“I’m your wife, Douglas. I’m Candice Madigan. She is your dead wife’s sister. No, half sister. Nothing more. What are you doing here with her?”
He changed from one moment to the next. His bewilderment, his frustration, all were gone. He was standing tall and arrogant, a stance Lacey recognized, a stance that was second nature to him. It held power and control, and the control was of himself and of the situation. He was in a courtroom, in front of a jury, knowing he could manipulate, knowing he could convince, knowing he would win.
“Candice,” he said very patiently, as if speaking to an idiot witness, “Lacey is part of my family. Just because Belinda died, I didn’t cut her out of my life.”
“I saw you kissing her through the window, Douglas.”
“Yes,” he said quite calmly, “I did. She’s very innocent. She doesn’t kiss well and I like that.”
It was another damned rabbit hole. Only this time, she wasn’t going to slide in. “I didn’t want you to kiss me, Douglas. I wasn’t kissing you at all.” Lacey turned to Candice. “Mrs. Madigan, I think that you and Douglas should go discuss your problems. I have no part in any of it. Honestly, I don’t.”
Candice smiled at her, stepped quickly around Douglas, and slapped her hard, whipping her head back.
A deep voice came from behind them. “This appears to be very interesting, but I really can’t allow anyone to smack my agents, ma’am. Don’t do it again or I’ll have to arrest you for hitting an officer.”
Lacey looked up to see Savich standing in the open doorway. This was all she needed. Did he have to show up whenever her life seemed to be flying out of control? It wasn’t fair. She rubbed her hand over her face, then took a step back to stop herself from hurling herself on Candice. She was sorely tempted even though she doubted she could take her down, not with her arm in a sling. But she wanted to try.
“Sir,” she said, although she wanted to say “Dillon.” No way was she going to use his first name in front of Douglas. It would be waving a red flag. “What are you doing here? No, don’t tell me. I’ve been elected the recreation meeting center for the evening. Do come in and close the door, sir, before a neighbor calls the cops.”
“I am the cops, ma’am.”
“Very well. Would anyone care for a cup of tea? A game of bingo?”
Douglas plowed his fingers through his hair. “No, nothing, Lacey.” He turned to his wife. “We have to talk, Candice. I am upset with you. I don’t care at all for your behavior. Come along, now.”
Lacey and Savich watched them leave, their voices raised before they even reached the end of the driveway.
“I’ll take some tea now,” Savich said.