The woman in the red dress harrumphed, arms folded.
"Fair enough," Tom said agreeably.
By then, Melissa was wondering why she"d come along on this mission, since Tom didn"t seem to need her help. If asked, she would have said it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
She smiled apologetically at the croquet/tango team. Winced when Tom took a light grip on her arm.
"That does it," he said to Melissa, as they walked away, Elvis ambling along behind them. "I"m taking you over to the clinic in Indian Rock."
Melissa sighed. "I"m just fine," she protested. "In fact, I was thinking I might like to try the tango-"
Tom flashed her a grin as he opened the door of the squad car for her and helped her to ease inside. "No way," he said.
"Why not?"
"Because," Tom said, with a wicked light in his eyes, "it takes two to tango, and I"ll have no part of it, thank you very much."
Melissa groaned. "That was such such a bad joke," she said. a bad joke," she said.
But then she laughed.
Tom turned serious. "I still think you should see a doctor. I could run you over to the clinic in Indian Rock in no time-"
"I"m fine, fine, Tom," she insisted. "And I"m not going anywhere but back to the office." Tom," she insisted. "And I"m not going anywhere but back to the office."
Tom didn"t answer until he"d gotten behind the wheel again. "Not much going on there," he observed. "Andrea can probably hold down the fort. Why not stay home for the rest of the day, if you won"t go to the doctor, and take it easy?" He indicated her purse with a nod of his head and another grin. "You could take care of all those phone messages. Rea.s.sure Bea Brady that you won"t allow the toilet-paper contingent to get out of hand when it comes time to decorate the floats for the big parade. Tell Steven Creed you"re hot for him and he"s welcome to come by for supper anytime."
Melissa punched her old friend in the arm. "I"m going back to work," "I"m going back to work," she told her friend. "If I have to feel lousy, I might as well do it at the office as at home and, besides, my car is there." she told her friend. "If I have to feel lousy, I might as well do it at the office as at home and, besides, my car is there."
"Never argue with a lawyer," Tom sighed, heading for the center of town.
"Maybe I will will invite Steven over for supper again, though," she said, after musing a while. "Care to join us?" invite Steven over for supper again, though," she said, after musing a while. "Care to join us?"
Tom pulled the cruiser into the usual parking spot behind the courthouse and looked over at her. "I smell a setup," he said.
CHAPTER NINE.
MELISSA GOT OUT OF THE SQUAD car, opened the back door for Elvis, who leaped nimbly to the ground, and semi-hobbled toward the side entrance to the brick courthouse. Tom"s words echoed in her brain. car, opened the back door for Elvis, who leaped nimbly to the ground, and semi-hobbled toward the side entrance to the brick courthouse. Tom"s words echoed in her brain.
I smell a setup, he"d said, when she"d invited him to supper, moments before. he"d said, when she"d invited him to supper, moments before.
"You have a suspicious mind, Tom Parker," she accused.
"Part of the job," Tom admitted, holding open the heavy gla.s.s door for her.
It occurred to Melissa then, as it might have to Tom as well, that it was a shame their relationship had always been platonic. They"d have made a good couple, she guessed, but there was no spark on either side. Hanging out with Sheriff Parker was like being with her brother, Brad-easy, low-key and safe. safe.
Keeping company with Steven, on the other hand, had the same charge as bungee jumping off a high bridge or riding a unicycle across the Grand Canyon on a tightrope.
"Taking risks is a part of your job, too," Melissa replied briskly, as they moved-man, woman and dog-along the corridor. "But when it comes to romance, you"re nothing but a coward."
"So it was was a setup," Tom said, with a note of triumph. "I knew it." a setup," Tom said, with a note of triumph. "I knew it."
"I might have been thinking of asking Tessa Quinn to join us," Melissa answered, as they reached the outer door of her offices.
Melissa O"Ballivan, Prosecutor, read the faux-metal sign affixed to it. read the faux-metal sign affixed to it.
She waited out a small rush of frustration. Once, she"d loved her work. Now, she was just marking time, it seemed, waiting for someone to break the law, so she could try them in court. Was that any way to live?
Tom frowned down at her, though there was a benevolent light in his eyes. "I"m looking forward to a platterful of Ashley"s spare ribs," he said.
"You haven"t won yet," Melissa pointed out. "In fact, the way you"re dragging your feet-you"ve had plenty of time to ask Tessa out, it seems to me-you"re looking more and more like the new chairman of the Parade Committee with every pa.s.sing moment."
"I"ll ask her," Tom said.
"Fine," Melissa retorted. "Let"s see some action here. I"m not going to let you drag this bet out until we"re all old and gray."
He huffed out a loud sigh. "Here"s an idea," he said. "Why don"t you just run your your love life, O"Ballivan, and let me run mine?" love life, O"Ballivan, and let me run mine?"
Melissa didn"t have a reply ready, since neither of them actually had a love life, so she pushed open the office door and stepped inside, leaving Tom and Elvis in the corridor.
"As far as I"m concerned, the bet is off," Tom called after her.
"You wish," Melissa called back.
Andrea, though puffy-eyed, looked as though she"d rallied while Melissa was away. She smiled, pushed back her chair and hurried into the tiny break room, returning moments later with a steaming cup of coffee.
The fragrance was tantalizing.
"I made it myself," Andrea said, sweeping past her, into the inner office, and setting the cup down on Melissa"s desk.
"I thought making coffee was against your principles," Melissa said lightly, extracting the stack of messages from her purse before putting the bag away in its usual cubbyhole.
"You"re the one who said it wasn"t in my job description," Andrea said.
Melissa smiled. "Nevertheless, Andrea," she replied, with a touch of irony that was probably lost on her a.s.sistant, "thank you for making the coffee. Did anyone call or stop by while I was out?" for making the coffee. Did anyone call or stop by while I was out?"
For a fraction of a second, Andrea looked almost coy. "Mr. Creed was here," the girl responded. "About fifteen or twenty minutes ago."
Melissa"s heart raced, though she was all-business on the outside.
Or so she hoped, anyway.
She sat down, reached for the cup, took a sip of coffee before saying anything at all. "Oh? Did he say what he wanted?"
Be casual.
"Lunch," Andrea said.
Lunch-an ordinary enough concept. When connected with Steven Creed, however, even the suggestion gave her that runaway roller-coaster feeling again.
Melissa merely nodded. She fanned the phone messages out on the surface of her desk, just to give herself something to do.
"I could get Mr. Creed on the phone for you," Andrea offered, her tone eager, almost breathless.
Melissa didn"t look up from the messages. "I"ll do that myself, Andrea," she said. "But thank you."
"He"s pretty hot," Andrea commented.
Melissa sighed. Agreeing that Steven was hot would have been like agreeing that the sky was blue.
Andrea hurried out of the office and closed the door behind her.
Melissa picked up the telephone handset, squinted at the written message with Steven"s name on it and dialed.
While she waited, a miniature Cirque de Soleil Cirque de Soleil sprang to life in the pit of her stomach, performing death-defying spins and leaps and dives. sprang to life in the pit of her stomach, performing death-defying spins and leaps and dives.
This was ridiculous. Maybe Steven Creed was attractive-okay, he was definitely definitely attractive-but he was a mortal man, not a Greek G.o.d, for heaven"s sake. attractive-but he was a mortal man, not a Greek G.o.d, for heaven"s sake.
Then again, that was the problem, wasn"t it? He was all all man- man-too much man-maybe even more man than she could handle. man-maybe even more man than she could handle.
As if.
"Steven Creed," he said suddenly, startling Melissa. She realized she hadn"t actually expected him to answer the call-she"d planned on leaving a message. Counted, inexplicably, on that little buffer of time.
"H-h.e.l.lo," she responded, all but croaking the word. Get a grip, Get a grip, she told herself silently. she told herself silently. You"re a grown woman, dammit, not a teenager. You"re a grown woman, dammit, not a teenager.
"Melissa?"
"Yes." She cleared her throat. Squeezed her eyes shut tight. "It"s me. I"m sorry-I was planning to answer your call earlier, but then something came up and I had to leave the office and-"
"I just wanted to invite you to lunch," Steven said, with a smile in his voice, when she bogged down in the middle of her sentence. She"d have sworn he knew how rattled she was, and that only made her more so. "I"ll understand, of course, if you"re busy or something. It"s pretty short notice."
Say you"re busy, advised Melissa"s inner chicken little. advised Melissa"s inner chicken little. He gave you an out. He gave you an out.
"I"m not busy," she said aloud.
"Great," Steven responded. "Meet you at the Sunflower Cafe at noon?"
Melissa checked her watch. It was quarter after eleven, so she had forty-five minutes to pull herself together. "Perfect," she said, sounding way more perky than she considered necessary.
Her "perky" quota was normally zero. Add Steven Creed to the equation, though, and she was about as sedate as a middle-school cheerleader at the first big game of the season.
"See you then," Steven said. "Bye."
"Bye," Melissa said, a few seconds after he"d hung up.
She took several sips of her rapidly cooling coffee, then squared her shoulders, raised her chin and started answering the messages Andrea had given her earlier.
A big believer in tackling the least appealing task first, she dialed Bea Brady"s number. The older woman answered on the second ring, but not with a h.e.l.lo, or her name, the way most people would have done.
"It"s about time you called me back, Melissa O"Ballivan!" she snapped, instead.
Melissa"s temper surged, nearly breaking the surface of her professional composure, but she managed a pleasant tone when she replied. "I"m at work, Bea," she said. "Parade Committee business should probably be handled after hours."
"How do you know I"m calling about the parade?" Bea demanded, every bit as surly as before.
Melissa reread the message, hoping she"d transcribed Andrea"s handwriting correctly. "It says here that you"re concerned about someone purchasing toilet paper?"
"Adelaide Hillingsley bought a truck load truck load of the stuff at one of those box stores in Flagstaff," Bea blurted. "She lives by herself. There"s only one bathroom in her house. What would of the stuff at one of those box stores in Flagstaff," Bea blurted. "She lives by herself. There"s only one bathroom in her house. What would one woman one woman be doing with so much tissue if she didn"t plan on flouting the rules and using it to decorate the Chamber of Commerce float for the parade?" be doing with so much tissue if she didn"t plan on flouting the rules and using it to decorate the Chamber of Commerce float for the parade?"
Melissa closed her eyes, sat back in her chair and counted mentally until she was sure she wouldn"t laugh. Adelaide was was a force to be reckoned with; although she"d originally been hired as a receptionist, she"d been running the organization for years. a force to be reckoned with; although she"d originally been hired as a receptionist, she"d been running the organization for years.
"Maybe you should ask Adelaide about that, Bea," Melissa said, when she dared to speak at all. "Since it"s committee business committee business and I"m at work-" and I"m at work-"
"Oh, don"t give me that, Melissa O"Ballivan," Bea broke in. "Everybody knows you don"t have anything to do most of the time anyway!"
Melissa counted again, but this time it was to keep from yelling.
"I beg your pardon?" she said, when she"d reached the double digits.
Bea backed off a little. "I didn"t mean that the way it sounded," she conceded. She was a nice person, despite being a bit on the pushy side-as president of the local Garden Club, and an old-line Stone Creeker, she was used to being in charge, getting things done, that was all.
"I"m glad," Melissa said pleasantly, thinking the other woman"s remark might not have stung so much if it wasn"t so d.a.m.n true.
"You"ll speak to Adelaide? Remind her that the Parade Committee specifically voted never never to use toilet paper in the construction of a float? It would be so tacky-" to use toilet paper in the construction of a float? It would be so tacky-"
"I"ll talk to Adelaide," Melissa said, because she had other calls to make and she needed to move on to the next one. None of them were any more important or pressing than this one but, still. She was was drawing a paycheck, and she was on county time. drawing a paycheck, and she was on county time.
"When? When will you talk to her?"
Melissa"s cuts and bruises tuned up again, all at once, in a dull, throbbing chorus. "Tonight," she said. "Maybe tomorrow. But soon, soon, Bea. I promise." Bea. I promise."
In those moments, Melissa went from wishing Tom would win their bet to wishing he"d lose lose and take over the Parade Committee. and take over the Parade Committee.
Fat chance.
Bea was silent for a beat or two, but then she huffed out a sigh. "All right," she said. "But you mark my words, Melissa. Stone Creek will be the laughingstock of the whole state of Arizona if Adelaide has her way." She paused to sputter indignantly, then finished with "Toilet paper, for heaven"s sake. That woman is for heaven"s sake. That woman is obsessed obsessed with toilet paper." with toilet paper."
Melissa bit the inside of her lower lip as a means of corralling the obvious response-that Adelaide wasn"t the only only one with an obsession-before promising to attend to the matter at the first opportunity. one with an obsession-before promising to attend to the matter at the first opportunity.
By the time she"d made the remaining calls, noon had rolled around and it was time to meet Steven for lunch over at the Sunflower Cafe. Because the small restaurant was close, and she thought the walk might be a remedy for some of her soreness, let alone her frustrations, she decided to leave her car at the office.