Hot Stuff

  Kellen pulled Cate to him and kissed her, his thumb ever so slightly skimming the underside of her breast.

  “Maybe we should get that part over with, so you don’t have to worry about it,” Kellen whispered into her ear.

  “Tempting, but too late. I’m feeling a panic attack coming on just thinking about it.”

  Kellen grinned down at her. “I could get you liquored up first if you think that would help.”

  “A perfectly good suggestion, but I’m going to pass.” Cate turned to her door and inserted her key. “I have a lot of Irish Catholic guilt and scruples to manage. I’m going to need some time.” Plus a full personal disclosure and a physician’s clean bill of health . . . in writing, Cate thought.

  Cate paused with the key still in her hand. “This is weird. The door was unlocked. And I know I locked it.”

  “Maybe Marty came home.”

  “Marty is fanatical about locking the door. Especially if he’s in the condo.”

  “Let me go in and take a look around. Wait in the hall.”

  Kellen stepped into the condo and flipped the light on. Cate followed him in and peeked over his shoulder.

  “I thought I told you to wait in the hall,” Kellen said.

  “I didn’t like that idea.”

  Kellen looked around. “Someone’s been in here searching for something. How do you like that idea?”

  “Are you sure? It looks okay to me.”

  “The couch has been moved. There are imprints in the rug where the couch wasn’t put back exactly in place. Did you move the couch?”

  “No.”

  “The drawer isn’t completely closed on the buffet. One of the Warhol prints is a little crooked.”

  Kellen threw the bolt on the front door and walked through the rest of the condo. The master bath was saved for last. Kellen cracked the door and looked inside.

  “Beast is still in there. He looks sleepy. I don’t think he’s a late-night dog,” Kellen said.

  “I’m really creeped out,” Cate said. “Someone pawed through my underwear drawer and my cosmetics and Marty’s underwear and cosmetics. Ick!”

  “There are a lot of expensive things in this condo that would have been easy to steal,” Kellen said. “Computers, handheld electronics, art prints, Marty’s jewelry . . . although I suspect Marty’s jewelry isn’t real. And yet nothing was stolen that you can determine.”

  “I guess you investigated burglaries like this when you were a cop,” Cate said.

  “I didn’t work burglary, but I know the drill. Since nothing seems to be missing, I’m guessing someone came in looking for something specific. Either they didn’t find it, or else it was here, and you weren’t aware of it.”

  “Good thing I had Beast locked up or they might have hurt him.”

  “Honey, he’s supposed to be a guard dog. Remember, that’s why Marty bought him.”

  Beast was whining and scratching at the bathroom door.

  “I’d like to let him out,” Cate said, “but I’m afraid he’ll contaminate the crime scene.”

  “There’s no crime scene to worry about,” Kellen said. “No blood. No bodies on the floor. No hate graffiti. Nothing stolen. If you file a police report it will be convenient later if Marty discovers something gone, but it’s not like the police will come in and dust for prints.”

  Kellen opened the bathroom door, and Beast bounded out and jumped around like a rabbit. Kellen took a dog treat from his pocket and gave it to Beast, who ate the biscuit and happily leaned against Kellen’s leg.

  “I have a feeling the intruder was looking for something Marty wouldn’t admit to owning,” Kellen said.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Kellen shrugged. “Just a hunch. The phone calls, Marty’s sudden departure for Aruba, the guard dog delivery, the break-in. It feels like there’s something shady going on.”

  “I see your point. Problem is Marty never felt shady to me.”

  Kellen studied Cate’s face. It was like porcelain, except for the small crease forming between her eyes. She was worried about Marty . . . more than she was about herself.

  “Maybe there’s something really bad going down, and you need more protection than this dog. Maybe you need a former cop to spend the night,” Kellen said.

  “Nice try,” Cate said. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s time for you to leave. I’m having a party here tonight.

  “And I’m not invited?”

  “It’s girls only.”

  There was a lot of loud knocking on the door, and Cate let Sharon and Julie into the condo. Beast immediately rushed over and knocked Julie down and sat on her.

  “I swear this ole dawg jest loves me,” Julie said. “I had a boyfriend once used to do the very same thing. His name was Euclid. Can you believe that? What the heck kind of name is Euclid? But I tell you he could smooch, and he had nice big paws on him like Beast.”

  Kellen scooped Julie up off the floor, and Julie’s eyes got wide.

  “It’s you!” Julie said, staring at Kellen. “You’re Mr. Yummy.”

  Kellen looked over at Cate and gave her raised eyebrows. “What?” he mouthed.

  “Julie saw us walking Beast this afternoon,” Cate said. “And she calls everyone Mr. Yummy.”

  “I was observin’ humanity,” Julie said. “I was watchin’ the world turn.”

  Sharon was standing to the side holding a bottle of champagne in each hand. “Are you new to the neighborhood?” she asked Kellen. “Do you need a realtor?”

  “Yes and no,” Kellen said.

  “Okay then,” Cate said to Kellen. “I know you’re on a tight schedule and need to get out of here.”

  “So, are you gonna be a boyfriend?” Julie asked Kellen.

  “I’m trying,” Kellen said.

  Sharon gave him the once-over. “I hope you have good intentions.”

  “Yeah,” Julie said. “Just exactly what do you intend?”

  “I thought I might intend to take Cate out to dinner,” Kellen said.

  “I gotta give him, he’s fast on his feet,” Julie said.

  “When?” Sharon asked.

  “Tomorrow,” Kellen said, smiling, looking at Cate. “Dinner tomorrow?”

  “Can’t,” Cate said. “Previous engagement.”

  “What previous engagement?” Julie wanted to know.

  “I’m having dinner with my parents,” Cate said.

  “Oh honey, it’s your day off. You don’t want to waste it havin’ dinner with your momma.”

  “I promised,” Cate said. “It’s a special occasion.”

  “Tuesday is a special occasion for your family,” Sharon said. “I’ve never seen a family do so much celebrating.”

  “You could take Mr. Yummy with you,” Julie said.

  Cate’s heart stopped in her chest. “No way!”

  “Sounds like fun,” Kellen said to Cate. “What time should I pick you up?”

  “No, no, no, no, no,” Cate said. “It doesn’t sound like fun. It would make the Spanish Inquisition look like child’s play.”

  “Your momma would jest love it,” Julie said. “When’s the last time you brought a boyfriend home? I bet it was ages. Mommas always love that kind a thing. Next thing they’re buying bride magazines at the Piggly Wiggly and lookin’ at weddin’ dresses.”

  “Julie might have a decent idea here,” Sharon said. “If your mother thinks you have a boyfriend she’ll stop fixing you up with bridge trolls.”

  This caught Cate’s attention. She bit into her lower lip and cut her eyes to Kellen. Her mother would love him. He was big and Irish. And he used to be a cop, so he was probably good at managing loud, crazy people like her family. Problem was she sort of liked him, but after a meal with the Madigans she was afraid he’d head for the hills, never to be seen again.

  Julie and Sharon were standing hands on hips, waiting for Cate to make a decision, and Kellen was rocked back on his heels, hands in his pockets, smiling.


  “An intelligent man wouldn’t be smiling about this,” Cate said to Kellen.

  “I figure I haven’t got anything to lose. If your family is nice to me I’ve got my foot in the door. If the dinner is a disaster I might qualify for combat compensation.”

  “You’re starting to sound like Pugg,” Cate said.

  “At some level all men are the same,” Julie said. “So whenever possible go with the one who’s hot-lookin’.”

  “Okay, fine,” Cate said. “Dinner is at six in Brookline.”

  “I’ll pick you up at five thirty,” Kellen said. “Do you want me to walk Beast before I leave tonight?”

  Everyone looked to Beast. He was sprawled on the black leather couch, sound asleep.

  “Thanks, but I think he’s good for the night,” Cate said.

  Chapter

  SEVEN

  Cate absentmindedly swiped a spatula across the surface of the cake, spreading icing, automatically styling it into swirls. It was a spice cake with mocha icing. And this time the cake was scratch. It was midmorning, and Cate was working her way through her feelings for Kellen McBride. Did she like him? Yes. Did she trust him? Not entirely. Was he a hottie? For sure.

  She hadn’t told Sharon and Julie about the break-in. And she hadn’t reported it to the police. Why? Because the more she thought about it, the more doubts she had that it actually took place. Okay, the door was unlocked. That could have been a lapse on her part. And the couch imprints didn’t match up, but she hadn’t vacuumed in days. Maybe the couch had been moved days ago, and she just hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t as if something had been stolen. It wasn’t as if the condo had been ransacked by gorillas. Truth was, if it hadn’t been for Kellen she wouldn’t have noticed anything amiss, other than the unlocked door.

  “So what do you think?” she asked Beast. “Do you think someone broke in here?”

  Beast wagged his tail and panted. Beast wanted cake.

  “Here’s the thing,” Cate said to Beast. “I’ve always felt safe here. I know Marty has an out-of-the-ordinary job, but he’s really very stable. I can’t imagine him mixed up in something unsavory.” Cate scattered multicolored sprinkles on the top of the cake and added a yellow bow made from icing. “I just have this feeling there’s a simple explanation for the odd phone calls Marty was receiving and the sudden guard dog purchase.” Cate fondled the top of Beast’s head. “I have to admit I wasn’t overjoyed when you arrived, but I’m liking you a lot. You make the house feel homey. And you were a good boy today when we went for a walk. You only knocked down one old lady.”

  The doorbell rang and Beast followed Cate out of the kitchen. Cate looked through the security peephole and grimaced. Kitty Bergman.

  “Well?” Kitty said when Cate opened the door.

  “Well what?”

  “Have you heard from him?”

  “Marty? No.”

  “I see you still have the dog.”

  Beast turned tail and ran into the bedroom.

  “He’s shy,” Cate said. “He’s very sensitive.”

  Kitty Bergman had wormed her way into the living room and was looking around.

  “Marty isn’t here,” Cate said.

  “Just making sure.” Kitty walked into the kitchen. “Who’s getting the cake?”

  “My family.”

  “Party tonight?”

  “Dinner at my parents’ house.”

  “Huh,” Bergman said. Like maybe she didn’t believe it. Or maybe it was barely of interest. Or maybe she had a lactose problem and phlegm in her throat.

  Without invitation Bergman moved from the kitchen to Cate’s bedroom. She looked in the door and Beast yelped and rushed out, knocking Bergman on her ass, leaping over her prone body.

  “What the heck was that?” Bergman shrieked.

  “That was Beast. I think you startled him.”

  Bergman was on hands and knees in her white Chanel suit and Manolo Blahnik slingbacks, scrambling to get to her feet. “That dog’s an animal. He’s a threat to decent people everywhere. You have some nerve harboring a dangerous animal like that.”

  “He’s just a puppy,” Cate said.

  “He’s a menace. Where is he now?”

  “He’s in Marty’s bedroom.”

  “Are you sure he’s not guarding Marty?”

  “See for yourself,” Cate said.

  Bergman narrowed her eyes and swished off to Marty’s room. She looked in and glared at Beast. Beast tried to fit under the bed, but he couldn’t get all the way under.

  “Huh,” Bergman said, and she huffed off to the front door. “I’ll be back,” she told Cate. And she left.

  “Lucky me,” Cate said.

  Cate got a dog treat from the kitchen and used it to lure Beast out of Marty’s bedroom. She gave Beast the treat, sat him down in front of the television, and put cartoons on for him.

  “Calm yourself,” Cate said to Beast. “When I’m done with the cake, we’ll go for a walk.”

  Julie was hanging out her open window, yelling at Cate.

  “Y’all come to my apartment if you’re done walkin’. I got a package for you.”

  Cate followed Beast into the building and into the elevator. They got off at three and Beast trotted down the hall to Julie’s open door.

  “Good thing I was in the lobby when the delivery lady came through,” Julie said. “On account of somebody needed to sign for this. It’s from Marty, and it’s from Puerto Rico! Can you imagine that? I bet it’s something exotic.”

  “Marty is supposed to be in Aruba.”

  “Looks like he’s movin’ around. Hurry and open it,” Julie said. “I’m dyin’ to know what’s in there. I never got a box from so far away as Puerto Rico. Once my Aunt Jane sent me chocolates from Los Angeles, but our cat Annie May was in heat and had a accident on the box, so we never did get to eat any of the chocolates.”

  “I never open Marty’s boxes,” Cate said. “I just leave them in his bedroom for when he comes home.”

  “Yes, but sugar, this box is addressed to you.”

  Cate looked at the box. It was marked FRAGILE, and it was addressed to Cate Madigan. “Marty’s never sent me anything before,” Cate said. “This feels odd.”

  “Jest have at it for heaven’s sake!”

  Cate ripped at the tape, opened the box, and found a lot of Styrofoam peanuts, an envelope addressed to her, and a large object shrouded in bubble wrap.

  “What’s the letter say?” Julie asked.

  Cate read aloud. “This is for my baby Beast. It’s a very special, one-of-a-kind water bowl for a very special doggy. Give him hugs and smoochies from me and fresh water every day. Tell him Daddy will be home soon. Love, Marty.”

  “Isn’t that dear?” Julie said. “Who would a thought Marty’d be such a animal lover?”

  “Knock me over with a feather,” Cate said, tearing the bubble wrap, exposing a large, enameled sapphire blue dog bowl with “Beast” printed on it in bling lettering.

  “It’s beautiful,” Julie said. And it’s gonna look wonderful in Marty’s kitchen. It’s the perfect color. It’s gonna match the little tiles in the floor. Isn’t it just like Marty to want to coordinate a dog bowl?”

  “I can’t believe he’s in Puerto Rico.”

  “It’s so excitin’,” Julie said.

  Cate thought it was more disturbing than exciting. She wasn’t happy to have Marty flitting all over the globe while she entertained an angry Kitty Bergman.

  “Thanks for signing for me,” Cate said. “I’m going to take it upstairs and wash it and fill it with water for Beast.”

  Ten minutes later Cate set the dog bowl on the tile floor. “I have to admit it’s pretty,” she said to Beast. “It looks terrific in Marty’s kitchen.”

  Beast slurped up half a bowl and padded off to take a snooze. Cate looked at the cake on the counter and sighed. Danny was having another baby. That made three kids for her brother Matt in Atlanta. Two for her brother Tom in New Jersey. A
nd now three for Danny and Amy. Cate was the holdout.

  “But I’m the youngest,” Cate said. “And I have goals and ambitions.” She rolled her eyes. She was talking to herself again. And she was avoiding the real issue. The real issue was the guy on the black horse. The hero guy. “Okay,” she said to herself. “I know I have unrealistic expectations. Even if the hero guy rode into my neighborhood, what are the chances he’d be interested in me? And even worse, what are the chances I’d be interested in him? For instance, suppose Kellen McBride is the hero guy? It’s a possibility, right? He’s sexy and handsome and he’s a great kisser. He seems smart. He was a cop, so he has to be sort of brave. And I’m even secretly kind of ga-ga goo-goo over him. He touches me and my stomach gets fluttery. So why am I dragging my feet?” Cate closed her eyes and thunked her forehead against the wall. Thunk, thunk, thunk. “Dumb, dumb, dumb,” she said. “No guts. I’m a big chicken when it comes to the hero guy.”

  Cate was about to thunk her head some more when the phone rang.

  “It’s me,” Sharon said. “I’m in front of 2B, and there’s someone moving around in there. If I put my ear to the door I can hear him.”

  “How do you know it’s a him?”

  “I’ve got a feeling. Julie is here with me, and we knew you wouldn’t want to miss seeing him come out.”

  “He might not come out for hours.”

  “Then I’ll knock on the door and tell him . . .”

  “Tell him what?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll think of something.”

  “You have too much free time on your hands. Maybe you need a hobby like growing orchids or woodworking.”

  “So sue me, I’m curious. Anyway, tell me you aren’t nosy about this guy. Tell me you don’t want to get a peek at him.”

  “Maybe a peek. Do you really think he’s getting ready to leave?”

  “Yes!”

  “I’ll be right down.”

  Sharon and Julie were sitting on the floor, backs to the wall adjacent to 2B when Cate stepped out of the elevator.

  “I didn’t miss him, did I?” Cate asked.

  “No. He’s still in there,” Sharon said. “Get over here against the wall, so he can’t see you through his peephole.”