Manhunting

  “Paul, Derek, and Terence,” Kate said.

  Jake’s laugh held a lot of contempt. “Good Lord, woman, where did you find them? Twits ‘R’ Us?”

  “They were very nice men,” Kate lied. “Did Tiffany dot the i with a little heart?”

  “Tiffany was an assistant district attorney,” Jake said. “Don’t be such a snob.”

  “If Tiffany was so hot,” Kate shot back, stung, “why aren’t you still with her?”

  “Because I wasn’t hot,” Jake said.

  “Oh,” Kate said. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, dummy,” Jake said, patiently. “I didn’t mean she dumped me. She was going places I didn’t want to go. We parted by mutual consent.”

  “Oh,” Kate said again. “That must be nice.”

  “It was hell.” Jake frowned at her. “Nice? Are you nuts?”

  “No.” Kate frowned back. “I’ve just never parted with anyone by mutual consent. I’ve always had to escape while someone was holding on to my ankle.”

  “If they’d been dating you, I can’t believe there was enough life left in them to keep a grip on you,” Jake said.

  “They weren’t really gripping me,” Kate said, staring off into space. “They just hated letting go of the money.”

  Jake leaned forward to get a beer. “Just how much money are we talking about, here?” he asked, not really caring.

  Kate looked up. “Oh, I don’t have that much. But my father does.”

  Jake frowned as he drank. “Should I have heard of your father?”

  “Bertram Svenson?”

  “Oh, hell,” Jake said. “I met him once.”

  “I’m sorry,” Kate said.

  “No, no,” Jake said. “He was very...”

  “It’s all right.”

  “Very... forceful.”

  “He really hated Paul, Derek, and Terence,” Kate said.

  “He looked like he was a sensible man,” Jake said. “Is that why you dumped them?”

  “No,” Kate said. “I hated them, too.”

  Jake drank some more beer. “Uh, there’s no really tactful way of asking this, so I’ll just ask. Why did you get engaged to them if you hated them?”

  “I didn’t hate them until after I was engaged to them,” Kate said. “It always took me a while to figure out that they were more interested in the money than in me.”

  “They couldn’t have been that dumb,” Jake said, and Kate looked up, surprised. “Well, you’re not my type, but no man in his right mind would look at you and say, ‘All this woman’s got going for her is money.’ They were interested in you, too.”

  “Not really,” Kate said. “They were interested in how good I’d look standing beside them, at best. They didn’t know me.”

  “Their loss,” Jake said.

  “Thank you.” Kate bit her lip. “Tiffany couldn’t have been too bright, either, to let you get away.”

  “Tiffany was very bright,” Jake said. “And she didn’t let me get away. She opened the door and I ran.”

  “It was that bad?” Kate shook her head. “I can’t imagine you running.”

  “Oh, very funny,” Jake said. “I was younger then.”

  “I still can’t imagine you having that much energy.”

  “Listen, if I got in the same situation today, I’d find that much energy again.” Jake shook his head and finished his beer. “Damn woman thought I was a mind reader. She kept hinting at things, and I’d miss ‘em, and then all hell would break loose. Plus she had this idea that I was some sort of tycoon, and that we’d be building this empire together. By the time I figured out what she wanted, I’d spent six months getting bitched at every time I turned around.”

  Kate looked surprised. “You were only married six months?”

  “With Tiffany,” Jake said, “six months was plenty.”

  “Oh.” Kate tried to understand. “And you didn’t notice this plan of hers before you got married?”

  “The only thing I noticed,” Jake said, “was that she had a great body and we were terrific in bed.”

  “Oh.” Kate felt depressed. “And that wore off.”

  “Fast,” Jake said.

  “Oh.” She tried again. “And this was how long ago?”

  Jake frowned, trying to count back. “About seven years. Maybe eight. What year is it?”

  “And you’re still avoiding women?” Kate’s sympathy evaporated. “At least I keep trying.”

  Jake snorted. “Yeah, and look who you keep trying with. At least I’m not dating Tiffany clones and trying to kill them to get even.”

  “I’m not trying to kill them,” Kate said. “I’m just trying to find someone, and they keep self-destructing.”

  “Maybe you should stop trying to find someone,” Jake said, settling back.

  “No!” Kate said, surprising herself with her own force. “I’m tired of being alone. I want someone to talk to at night. Someone to laugh with. Someone to...”

  Jake raised his eyebrows. “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  They both observed a polite silence while they thought about the nothing, Jake picking up another apple from her bag. After a while, he changed the subject. “So what’re you doing tonight after you’ve finished off Allingham?”

  “I’m going to Nancy’s. She’s going to teach me to bartend.”

  “Good.” Jake bit off another chunk of apple. “I think it’s important for a woman to have a career.”

  “That’s real liberated of you, Jake.”

  “Yeah. I’m a nineties kind of guy.” He looked up at the sun and sighed. “Time to go back in.” He sat up, took the last bite of apple and threw the core in the lake, and stowed the cooler away so he could row. “Tell you what. Come on back to the pool table when you’re done with Nancy, and I’ll teach you to shoot pool like a real hustler.”

  “All right,” Kate said, surprised. “I’ve never played pool.”

  “Good. We’ll play for money.”

  Jake put the poles in the boat and untied the line from the tree. As he reached for the oars, he asked, “How come I always have to row?”

  “ ‘Cause I’m a fifties kind of gal,” Kate said, and tipped her hat down over her face.

  When Kate looked back on that afternoon with Eric Allingham, there was a certain inevitability to the whole thing, as if she was caught up by forces beyond her control.

  Eric was tall, distinguished, discerning, successful, honest, kind, considerate, clean, brave, and reverent. He was also a little boring, but Kate stomped on the part of her that noticed that. He was a good man. That should be enough. He was patient with her and gentle with the horses. Under his tutelage, she found herself in the saddle of a sleepy mare, clutching the reins with much less fear than she would have been if he hadn’t been beside her.

  “This is very nice of you,” she said to him.

  “My pleasure,” he told her and he really seemed to mean it.

  This is a very nice man, she thought. At last, my plan is working.

  Then the mare kicked him in the knee, and he went down without a sound.

  “Whatever you do,” she told Will when he brought the doctor, “don’t tell Jake.”

  All afternoon, Jake felt vaguely uneasy about Kate’s date with Eric Allingham. He couldn’t figure out why. Allingham was a very nice guy. After the string of losers Kate had been out with, Allingham would be a pleasant surprise. He might even be the key to her stupid plan. For some reason, that thought did not cheer him.

  The sight of the rescue squad turning down the lane toward the stables did, though. Of course, the squad could be going down there for somebody else, he reasoned, but if he knew Kate, Allingham was in need of medical attention.

  And, he thought complacently, I know Kate.

  After an afternoon in the emergency ward, Kate tried to forget about Eric and concentrate instead on getting ready to be a barmaid. It had seemed like a wonderful idea the night before, but eighteen hours later, witho
ut the lubricating power of beer, she felt uneasy.

  The phone rang and she picked it up.

  “Hello?”

  “So are you engaged yet?”

  “Jessie, it’s Tuesday. I’ve only been here four days. I am not engaged yet. Don’t you have anything better to do than call for hourly updates?”

  “No,” Jessie said. “What’s up? How were the new guys?”

  “The new guys?” Kate started to laugh. “Not good.” Then she remembered Eric and stopped laughing. “Not good at all.”

  “Did you kill another one?”

  “Stop it. You sound just like Jake.”

  “Oh, yeah, Jake. How’s old Jake?”

  “Obnoxious. How did the Dershowitzes like their cake?”

  “They loved it. So tell me about Jake.”

  “Why?” Kate stretched out on the bed and prepared to humor Jessie.

  “Because I think he sounds interesting,” Jessie said.

  “Well, he’s not. But I am. You’d be very proud of some of the things I’ve done.”

  “Like what?” Jessie said skeptically.

  “Well, I’m saving a bar.”

  “Oh, good,” Jessie said. “We need more of those.”

  “No, this is a little neighborhood bar. One owner, with mortgages. You’d like her. Her name’s Nancy.”

  “Just like the good old days,” Jessie said and Kate could tell from her voice that she was pleased. “So you’re doing a business plan, right?”

  “Right. I knew you’d be happy.”

  “Why don’t you date the banker who holds the mortgages?” Jessie suggested. “Then when you’ve got him on his knees pleading for his life, you could bargain for the papers.”

  “There is no banker,” Kate said.

  Jessie waited, and when Kate didn’t say anything, she said, “So who does have the mortgages? Come on, spill it.”

  “Jake,” Kate said.

  “Jake?” Jessie sounded confused. “A handyman-banker?”

  “He’s not exactly a handyman,” Kate said. “Anyway, I’m going back to Nancy’s tonight and pick up the books, and then she’s going to teach me to be a barmaid.”

  “A barmaid.” Jessie started to laugh. “That’s terrific. A real career for a change.”

  “I think it will be fun,” Kate protested.

  “Good,” Jessie said. “I can’t remember the last time you did something just for fun. Everything with you is business.”

  “Not everything,” Kate said. “I went skinny-dipping this morning.”

  “You’re kidding.” Jessie sounded impressed. “Totally nude?”

  “Totally. It was lovely.”

  “Where’d you find a private place down there? I figured every square inch would be crawling with guests.”

  “There’s a little lake that’s very secluded,” Kate said. “And I got up very early.”

  “So you were all alone,” Jessie said dreamily. “I may come down there yet.” When Kate didn’t say anything, she added, “You were all alone?”

  “Well, in the beginning,” Kate said, hating where the conversation was going. “So what cake are you working on now?”

  “What do you mean, ‘in the beginning’?”

  “Nothing. You are working on a cake, right?”

  “Right. A wedding. So what happened?”

  “Nothing happened. Whose wedding?”

  “Kate.”

  Kate sighed. “I stayed out too long. Jake was on the shore when I came in.”

  Jessie started to laugh. “I have got to meet Jake. So how did you get out of it? No, wait, wait. I know. You made him turn his back, and he did because he’s a gentleman.”

  “No, I didn’t,” Kate said, stung. “I just walked out of the lake, put on my shift, and went back to the cabin.”

  “You let some guy see you in the nude?” Jessie shrieked.

  “Well, it’s not as if no man had ever seen me naked before,” Kate said.

  “Full frontal nudity in broad daylight with a complete stranger?”

  “Jessie, it was just Jake.”

  “Just Jake.” Jessie was silent for a minute. “Did he say anything?”

  “Yes,” Kate said. “He said that I’d improved his morning. Now tell me about the cake.”

  Jessie started to laugh again. “How are you ever going to face this guy again?”

  “I spent the rest of the morning on the lake with him,” Kate said. “He’s teaching me to play pool tonight. He’s just a friend. That’s all. Not part of the plan. But speaking of the plan, I went horseback riding with a very nice man this afternoon who may be perfect.”

  “You were on a horse?”

  “Certainly,” Kate said. “Eric showed me how. He was very patient.”

  “You went horseback riding?”

  “Well, not exactly.” When Jessie didn’t say anything, Kate sighed and went on. “The horse kicked him in the knee, so we had to go to the emergency room—” She stopped because Jessie was laughing again. “Stop it. He was a wonderful man.”

  “Well, he’s not dead, just lame,” Jessie said. “Tell me more about Jake.”

  “I’m not interested in Jake,” Kate said.

  “Well, I might be,” Jessie said. “He sounds great. How old is he?”

  “I don’t know,” Kate said, annoyed. “Late thirties, maybe.”

  “Married?”

  “Divorced,” Kate said. “From an assistant district attorney named Tiffany who was great in bed.”

  “My, my, my,” Jessie said. “Tell me more.”

  “No,” Kate said. “He’s not your type. I have to go. I have to get ready to bartend. And then I have to call Eric and see how he’s feeling because he has real potential for my plan. And tomorrow, I’m going out with an environmentalist named Rick, whom even Jake says is a great guy.”

  “Jake, again. Are you sure he’s not my type?”

  “Absolutely,” Kate said.

  “Does he have any brothers?”

  “Will,” Kate said. “He’s younger than Jake, very good-looking, extremely nice, wears a suit like a GQ cover, runs the hotel almost by himself, and is considered a local hero by the town because he saved the place single-handed. Come on down. I’ll introduce you.”

  “A suit? No thanks, but he sounds like the perfect guy for you,” Jessie said. “You could run the hotel together.”

  “Will?” Kate thought about it. “No. He’s darling, but he’s not for me.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t know.” Kate was annoyed again. “He’s practically engaged to this barracuda named Valerie. And he’s not... I don’t know.”

  “He sounds like your plan in the flesh,” Jessie said. “I’d go for it if I were you and if I were still committed to following an extremely dubious plan that I should have dumped days ago.”

  “This plan is going to work,” Kate said. “Now I have to go. I’m bartending tonight.”

  “Call me tomorrow,” Jessie said. “I want to know what happens with Ron.”

  “Rick.”

  “Whatever. And give Jake my love. Tell him I can’t wait to meet him.”

  “I told you. He’s not your type,” Kate said and hung op to the sound of Jessie’s laughter.

  I don’t know what she thinks is so funny, Kate thought, and then dismissed Jessie from her mind as she opened her suitcase to find something to wear.

  Black underwear? She found some sheer stuff embroidered with pink and gold flowers. Classy. Her black straight skirt was calf-length, and on an impulse, she took her nail scissors and cut it off above the knee. She took down her hair, and then because her head looked sort of vulnerable under all those curls, she put on her black cowboy hat before she went out the door.

  She stopped on the top step. Her car was gone. She’d left it at Nancy’s the night before when she’d had too many beers to drive. Now what? Did she call Nancy? Walk? What?

  After a little thought, she sat down on the top step to wait. He
wasn’t distinguished, discerning, or successful, but he was dependable. Jake, she knew, would remember she had no car and would come to get her.

  ❖ ❖ ❖

  At seven-thirty, Jake got into his car to go to Nancy’s and found one of Kate’s shoes in the front seat. Terrific. Her car was down at the bar. He sighed and drove to Kate’s cabin, pretending an exasperation that he really wasn’t feeling. When he pulled up in front, she was sitting on the cabin steps in a tight, short skirt, waving at him. She had very nice, very long legs, he noticed. She would be collecting some hefty tips. And probably a few hefty passes. He felt a faint concern, which he told himself was solely for the men of his town.

  Kate got in and smiled at him. “I was getting ready to walk, but then I realized you’d show up and rescue me. I’m very grateful. And I’m giving up drinking forever so you won’t have to bring me home.”

  “No problem,” he said. “Just do me a favor and try not to make a date with anybody from town tonight. The population’s pretty small as it is.”

  “Very funny,” Kate said.

  Jake grinned. “Speaking of you and men, what did you do to Allingham this afternoon?”

  “Nothing,” Kate said.

  “I saw the rescue squad.”

  “The horse kicked him.”

  “You sure you left those three guys you were engaged to?” Jake said. “Have their bodies been found?”

  “Just drive,” Kate said.

  Nancy handed her a tank top and vest as she came through the door. “You’re a professional now. Here’s the uniform.”

  When she put them on in the storeroom, the tank top was a little tighter than she would have chosen, the vest a little looser. Who cared? She was in Toby’s Corners, and she was going to have fun.

  “I feel like Debra Winger in Urban Cowboy” she told Nancy as she tilted her hat back. “Except taller, fatter, older, and blonde.”

  “Other than that, you’re a dead ringer,” Nancy agreed, handing her a tray with six beers on it. “The hat’s a nice touch. Keep it on. This goes to the corner table at the front. Watch the guy in the bowling shirt. He has hands. Oh, and the records you wanted for the plan are in the back. You can take them back to the cabin with you for tonight, if you want.”