"I thought you were afraid of being recognized on the street," Lyra said.
Nancy waved that off. "Cruz is going to make that problem go away, aren"t you, Cruz?"
"That"s what I do." Cruz opened a package of coffee. "Make problems go away."
"See?" Nancy said. "We"ve got Sweet.w.a.ter muscle now. It"s safe to go shopping."
Cruz spooned ground coffee into the pot. "But you"ve got time to eat breakfast first."
Chapter 39.
ON SAt.u.r.dAY NIGHT LYRA STOOD ON THE SWIMMING pool terrace of the Big House on Amber Island, looking out over a moonlit sea. One of the two boats that was running a shuttle service for the Sweet.w.a.ter guests had just left the dock and was headed back toward the mainland. Its lights bobbed as the vessel caught the waves. The churning wake phosph.o.r.esced a brilliant white.
Cruz lounged beside her, one foot propped on the low railing, his forearm resting on his thigh. Nancy and Jeff were to her right. She and Nancy had champagne gla.s.ses in their hands. The men were drinking beer.
The night was warm. The scents of the garden perfumed the air. Music from a live band spilled out of the great room of the Big House and across the shadowed terrace. The voices and laughter of nearly two hundred guests fluttered and buzzed in the night. It was a perfect evening.
Lyra was fuming.
"I swear," she muttered, "if just one more person comes up to me and says, "Oh, so you"re the woman who broke Cruz Sweet.w.a.ter"s heart," I"m not going to be responsible for my actions."
She had been introduced to innumerable wealthy, powerful people, including the bosses of the Crystal City and Aurora Springs Guilds and their wives. She had also met some "friends of the family" who were not particularly wealthy or powerful but who seemed to have ties to the Sweet.w.a.ters. One of them was a private investigator named Davis Oakes. His wife, Celinda, proved to be the author of Ten Steps to a Covenant Marriage: Secrets of a Professional Matchmaker. Lyra had n.o.bly refrained from informing her that she had hurled the book off her balcony after Cruz had left.
Another interesting couple, Emmett and Lydia London, who appeared to have mysterious connections to the head of the Cadence Guild, were also present. In addition she had met a variety of movers and shakers, including the mayor of Frequency and her husband and the governor of the city-state.
But it was the members of the Sweet.w.a.ter family that had gradually elevated her temper. Time after time the first words out of every Sweet.w.a.ter mouth after introductions had been made were, "So you"re the woman who broke Cruz"s heart." Granted, Cruz"s two brothers had looked amused when they said it, but still. She could tell they were serious.
Nancy giggled. "Well, it has been sort of funny, you have to admit. First his mother, then his grandmother, a couple of nephews, both of his brothers-"
"There is nothing funny about it." Lyra gulped some of her champagne and glowered at Cruz. "As for you, you"re not helping one bit."
He shrugged. "What am I supposed to say? It"s the truth."
Jeff grinned. "And everyone in the family knows it. The boss couldn"t deny it, even if he tried."
"Well, I think it"s very romantic," Nancy declared.
"That"s because you"re not the target of the joke," Lyra said.
"It"s no joke," Jeff said. "We Sweet.w.a.ters take these things seriously."
Lyra gritted her teeth. "I knew it would be a mistake to come here tonight. I should never have let you talk me into it, Cruz."
"I didn"t talk you into, it," he said mildly. "We had a deal. You agreed to come here with me in exchange for my keeping quiet about those three pyramids that you concealed."
Lyra gave Nancy a bright little smile. "You see? There"s nothing romantic about it. It"s just business."
"And also because we"re involved in a very hot affair," Cruz added. "I like to think that"s part of the reason you agreed to come with me."
The heat of embarra.s.sment sizzled through her. "For heaven"s sake," she muttered. "Don"t say things like that in public."
Nancy laughed. "Come on, Lyra. Lighten up. This is a night we"re both going to remember for a long, long time. Just think about it. You and I are attending one of the ritziest social events of the year. We"re on the Sweet.w.a.ters" private island, for crying out loud. It doesn"t get any more posh."
"Hey," Jeff said, contriving to look deeply hurt. "At least let me entertain the illusion that you wanted to be my date for the evening."
"Absolutely," Nancy said. She patted his arm. "That, too. You know how I feel about FBPI agents. They are so incredibly s.e.xy."
"Whew, thanks," Jeff said. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "For a while there I was a little worried that this was all about Cruz."
Lyra looked at him. "How"s that new career plan of yours going?"
"Going good," Jeff said. "My application to the academy goes in on Monday."
"How did Big Jake take the news?" Lyra asked.
"Well, after we peeled him off the ceiling, Cruz here pointed out how useful it would be to have someone from the family working inside the FBPI. That calmed him down somewhat. But I should warn you that he blames you for being a bad influence on me."
"I"m a Dore. I do bad influence."
Jeff grinned. "This family needs shaking up."
Before anyone could respond to that remark, a woman emerged from one of the cl.u.s.ters of guests gathered on the terrace. She looked to be in her late fifties, well-preserved and stylishly dressed in a long, blue gown. Her hair was a discreet shade of silver blonde. An amber and diamond necklace framed her throat. More amber and diamonds dangled from her ears.
She circled the pool, walking briskly toward Lyra and the others.
"Here we go again," Lyra muttered. "Just remember I warned everyone."
"There you are, Cruz," the woman said. "h.e.l.lo, Jeff, dear. Sorry I"m late. My flight out of Cadence was delayed."
"Better late than never, Aunt Teresa," Cruz said. He took his foot down off the railing and gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.
"Hi, Aunt Teresa," Jeff said. "I wondered where you were. Thought maybe you"d actually worked up the nerve to duck this gig."
Teresa uttered a warm, throaty laugh. "Not a chance. No one gets out of this event. You know that. By the way, Big Jake tells me that you"ve decided to apply to the FBPI academy."
Jeff smiled. "Gotta say, Big Jake is taking the news fairly well, all things considered."
"That"s because he"s decided that it will be useful to have a Sweet.w.a.ter on the inside of regular law enforcement," Teresa said. She winked at Cruz. "Can"t imagine where he got that idea."
"I"d like you to meet Lyra Dore and Nancy Halifax," Cruz said. "Lyra, Nancy, this is Teresa Sweet.w.a.ter. She"s married to one of my uncles on my father"s side."
"How do you do, Mrs. Sweet.w.a.ter," Nancy said politely.
"Call me Teresa."
"Nice to meet you, Teresa," Lyra said. She took another swallow of champagne and braced herself.
"What a pleasure it is to meet you," Teresa said, smiling. "I"ve heard so much about you. I understand that you"re the woman-"
"Please don"t say it," Lyra whispered.
". . . who broke Cruz"s heart," Teresa concluded.
The night turned red, at least on the paranormal plane. A fierce, hot energy welled up inside of Lyra.
"That does it," she said. "I"ve had it. This has gone far enough."
She was aware, in a remote way, of the sudden hush that had come over the crowd arrayed around the pool; aware that people were turning their heads to look. She knew that her voice was rising. That was not a good thing. A small warning sounded somewhere in her head, urging her to shut up right now and not say another word. But she was powerless to stop.
Nancy cleared her throat. "Uh, Lyra?"
"I told you," Lyra said, her throat tightening. "I warned you that I would not let one more person accuse me of breaking Cruz Sweet.w.a.ter"s heart."
"It"s okay," Nancy said. "Really. Why don"t we take a little trip to the powder room. You can calm down there."
Lyra ignored her. She turned toward the audience on the terrace and threw her arms out wide.
"Once and for all, I did not break his heart," she shouted. "Cruz broke mine. What"s more, he never even said he was sorry. Never apologized. He just let everyone think I had hurt him."
"Lyra," Nancy said urgently. "You may not want to do this."
"I"m the one who cried every night for days after I found out how he had deceived me," Lyra said at the top of her voice. "I"m the one who nearly went bankrupt trying to sue Amber Inc. just to get a little revenge. And then he walks back into my life as if nothing ever happened. As if we should just pick up where we left off and, oh, by the way, would I do him a favor and rescue five people from the ruin that he stole from me."
"Oh, Lyra," Nancy groaned. "This is not good."
"d.a.m.n, arrogant Sweet.w.a.ters," Lyra said. She was on a roll now. Her aura was so hot she was amazed that she did not set herself on fire. "Who do you think you are?"
A shocked, fascinated silence gripped the terrace. Everyone was staring at her. Without warning, tears flooded her eyes. She went from rage to despair in an instant. She was suddenly sobbing as she had on only two other occasions in her life: the day her grandfather had died and on the night she had discovered that Cruz had deceived her.
She was crying a river in front of an audience of Sweet.w.a.ters and their guests. It was unbearable, intolerable. She whirled and ran down the terrace steps. When she reached the beach, her stiletto heels stabbed into the sand and stayed there. She floundered, tipped forward, lost her balance utterly, and toppled out of her shoes. In that terrible moment she knew she was going to fall flat on her face, humiliating herself even more than she already had in front of the entire Sweet.w.a.ter family and their wealthy, powerful friends.
d.a.m.n Dore luck, she thought. You can always count on it to fail when you need it most.
But just before she flopped ignominiously into the sand, a strong arm caught her around her waist. She was suddenly standing upright and barefoot on the beach.
"Lord, I do love you so," Cruz said. "You"re magnificent."
He swept her up in his arms and carried her across the beach toward the water"s edge. She heard a cheer go up on the terrace. It was followed by a round of applause.
She clutched her evening bag with both hands. "This is so embarra.s.sing."
"No, it"s just a little over the top," Cruz said. "But that"s okay. I"ve told you before, when it comes to love, we Sweet.w.a.ters do over the top."
"I don"t know what to say. Something came over me. I just lost it back there on the terrace."
"You were wonderful."
When he reached the wet sand, he turned and carried her along the edge of the beach until they rounded the rocky outcropping. When they were out of sight of the terrace, he set her back on her feet and enfolded her in his arms.
"Did I really break your heart?" he asked gently.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Yes, you did."
"I"m sorry. I never meant to do that."
"Uh-huh."
"Broken hearts are serious business in my family."
"Got news for you, Sweet.w.a.ter. Your family isn"t the only one that takes that kind of stuff seriously. We Dores care about broken hearts, too."
He touched her damp cheek with his fingertip, swiping away a teardrop. "You really did fall in love with me three months ago?"
"Of course, I did. You think I would have wasted all that money trying to sue you and your company if you hadn"t broken my heart?"
"I told myself it was a good sign," he admitted. "But it did complicate things."
"I had to do something. I couldn"t just let it stand."
"I know. You needed some revenge."
"But I was moving on," she whispered. "I was putting my life back together. And then those orchids started arriving, and I told myself they were from you. The next thing I know, you"re walking back into my life. Then you inform me that the only reason you"re back is because you needed me to open that d.a.m.ned gate."
"I screwed things up. I realize that. But you"ve got to trust me when I tell you that I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, and I"ve never stopped loving you."
She managed a shaky smile. "I believe you."
"You do?"
"Yes. I loved you, too. But I"m a Dore and you"re a Sweet.w.a.ter, and you took my amber ruin, and then people were trying to kill you, and Quinn was stalking me, and . . ."
"And things got complicated again," Cruz said. "But from now on we can handle any and all complications because we know we love each other."
She put her arms around his neck. "I do love you so, Cruz. I will always love you."
He kissed her there in the moonlight, and she felt the energy of the bond between them blaze in the night. When he finally lifted his head, she smiled.
"What?" he asked.
"I think my luck just changed."
"Well, sure. You"re about to become a Sweet.w.a.ter. What did you expect?"