Colder Than Ice. Maggie Shayne
his head. “Hey, caveman. Me Beth, you Josh. Where Maude?”
“Kitchen.”
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes and walked past him into the house. He followed as if she’d slipped a leash around his neck, barely remembering to close and lock the front door before he did.
“Beth! Well, my goodness, what are you doing out here at this hour?”
“My phone rang. When I answered, no one was there, but the call came from here.”
Maude thinned her lips and sent the cat a glare. “Siegfried! Did you do that?”
“You think the cat called me?”
“I have you on speed dial, dear. Siggy had knocked the phone off the charger stand and more than likely stepped on a button or two while he was scavenging the kitchen for a free meal.”
Beth heaved a sigh and sank into a kitchen chair. “Well, that’s a relief. I thought something had happened.”
“You don’t need to worry about me, hon. Not with Joshua and Bryan here.”
Beth slid a glance Josh’s way, and he knew it had been his presence she’d been worried about. She didn’t trust him.
He turned to Maude. “The question remains, though. How did Siggy here get into the house? I thought it was locked up tight.”
“Oh, I probably left a window cracked. My bathroom, more than likely. I’m always leaving that one open. Or the basement, maybe.”
He nodded slowly. “I’ll check them. It’s probably a good idea to try to break that habit.”
“Hell, Josh, Maude’s got nothing to worry about. Everyone in town adores her, and it’s not like we get any random crime in Blackberry.”
“Well, you never know,” Maude said. “You feel free to check, Joshua, and I’ll do my best not to forget again.”
“Kiss-up,” Beth accused.
Maude sent her a wink. “I’m goin’ back to bed. You two put that cat outdoors when he finishes his cream. He’ll go right on back to Frankie’s. Always does.” With that, Maude left them in the kitchen and headed up to bed.
Beth sighed. “You may as well go back to bed, too. I’ll head home.”
“Hell, it’s heading for five-thirty. No point going back to bed now.” He turned to the counter, started running water into a carafe. “I’m making coffee. Stay for a cup?”
“Sure. Why not?”
He measured ground roast, poured in the water, turned on the switch. “So you were worried I had done something to Maude and came rushing over here to save her.”
She frowned at him. “I was afraid something had happened to her. She could have fallen, broken a hip or something.”
“If she had, didn’t you think I would have taken care of her?”
“She’s in her seventies, Joshua. Almost eighty. She has to shoot insulin into her veins before every meal, and I know her balance is getting pretty shaky, though she’d rather be shot than admit it. I was worried. She’s my friend.”
He nodded. “And I’m a stranger.”
She pursed her lips. “It wouldn’t matter if you were a stranger or not. I…don’t trust men.”
“None of us?” He made his eyes wide and lifted his brows as he searched her face. “Not even the good ones?”
“You telling me you’re one of the good ones?”
“Lady, I am the best one.”
“You’re full of yourself, too.”
He let his teasing smile die. “You’ve been burned by my gender before, I take it.”
She met his eyes, and he saw swirling depths of emotion—whirlpools that threatened to suck him right in. “Burned. Yeah. I’ve been burned. Fell for the bad guy, then was damn near destroyed by the rescuing heroes.”
He winced inwardly at that, had to avert his eyes briefly.
“I’ve got horrible taste in men, Joshua.”
“Then it’s a good sign that you don’t like me, right?”
“That’s just it. I do like you.” She slid out of her chair and got to her feet. “I’ll take a rain check on that coffee, okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, she walked to the door. Without waiting for an invitation, he followed her. He reached past her for the door, opened it for her. She turned to look up at him, smiled just a little. “Don’t try to kiss me, okay?”
He’d been thinking about doing just that, and her frankness surprised him. “How am I supposed to resist? Huh? You show up at the crack of dawn with your hair practically standing on end, wearing a baggy T-shirt and the most god-awful jacket I’ve ever seen—and sneakers. Damn, woman, I’d have to be a saint to resist that.”
She smiled broadly and turned to step outside.
Then she stopped and turned back again. She gripped the lapels of his bathrobe, jerked him forward and planted a brief, platonic kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for looking after Maude. It’s sweet, the way you are with her. And with Bryan.”
“That’s me. Sweet as apple pie.”
“See you later—on my run?”
He was suddenly looking forward to it. He glanced down at his own attire, a bathrobe over boxer shorts, and said, “I’ll even wear clothes.”
“Me, too.”
“Crying shame.”
She grinned at him and hurried to her car. Joshua watched until she was out of the driveway and out of sight down the road. Then he put the cat out, poured a cup of coffee and began checking the house for open windows.
Beth spent more time looking into the mirror than she usually did before a morning run, her hands a little too concerned about getting her higher than usual ponytail perfectly centered.
The moment she realized what she was doing, she scowled at her reflection. “What’s the matter with you? He’s a stranger.”
She pursed her lips, shrugged. “Well, he’s Maude’s grandson. That’s not exactly a stranger.”
Sighing, she brushed her teeth, then rinsed her mouth with mouthwash. Twice. And she used a triple coat of roll-on, because God forbid she should run into Joshua Kendall smelling of sweat.
“You’re pathetic,” she told her reflection. Then she tucked her itty-bitty derringer into the pocket of her maroon-and-white warm-up jacket, zipped it up to keep it there, and stepped out her front door into the brilliant autumn sunshine.
She could see her breath this morning. It was getting awfully cold for running. She was a diehard, though. She would push it until the snowbanks along the roadside made it too dangerous. Then she would haul her treadmill out of the storage space under her rented cottage, assemble it, oil it up and plug it in.
She started out slowly, building up to a stronger pace as her body warmed and her muscles limbered. She felt good today. Not in the usual way that running made her feel good, but in a new way—a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
It was because of him. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know that. It was because a great-looking man with no apparent mental defects found her attractive. Imagine feeling so buoyant over something so juvenile.
Not that she was going to let it cloud her judgment or weaken her caution. If anything, the feeling made her even more wary. Not only didn’t she trust him, she was going to have to be very careful about trusting herself.
Still,