“They should have me completely worn out by Sunday, when I leave. Speaking of Sunday—are you checking the news?”
“I look online every day,” she said.
“They published my name before the preliminary hearing, but I haven’t seen it again in reference to the pending trial. And no picture. At least not yet.”
“Why would they publish your name?” she asked with a tinge of anger.
“It’s not malicious, Les. It’s part of public record. They needed the name of the witness to get the search warrant to collect all the other evidence. It was news. Once something like this happens to you, you begin to notice things, like the names of victims published, if they’re not minors. I’m just grateful they haven’t run a picture yet, because I look an awful lot like Danson Conner. And if I can keep all my Virgin River friends from figuring this out before the trial…”
“But, Conner, no one from around here would wish you any harm!”
“Of course not. I just don’t want pretrial publicity to lead to you.”
“I don’t know what you mean....”
He took a breath. “I don’t want your safety compromised to get to me. You don’t watch cop shows, do you?”
“No. Lately I haven’t watched anything but you.”
“Well, don’t start watching them now. In another week and a half, this will be over, and I’ll be back.”
“Are you sure, Conner?”
“What do you mean, am I sure?”
“It’s going to be so hard for you to leave your sister and nephews.”
“It was always going to be hard,” he said. “When she married Charlie, she was only twenty-six, and off she went to Fort Bliss in Texas. Less than a year later he brought her back to me, pregnant, and left her with me while he deployed. For the past five years I’ve tried to prepare myself for the day she’d meet the right guy. The chances have always been good that she and the boys would move away.”
“You sound more like a father than a brother,” she said.
“I felt like that sometimes,” he said. “Maybe I got a little stodgy—I had a lot of responsibility at a young age....”
“You’re not stodgy now....”
“Until now, I was tied to that store. It was our legacy—I had to make it work to ensure the future. Not just mine, but the whole family’s, because there was an equal chance Katie wouldn’t meet the right guy and move away....”
“It’s different now,” she said. “You’re free to go anywhere.”
“Yes, I am. And I’m coming back to you.”
Conner felt as if he could’ve stayed on the phone with Leslie for a long time, but not only were Katie and the boys coming up the walk toward the house, Leslie did have a job to attend to. He reluctantly said goodbye with a promise to call her at his next opportunity.
He saw them from the living room picture window—they were running, of course. They didn’t walk anywhere. Katie was bringing up the rear, much more slowly. The boys blasted in the front door and tackled him, one kid on each leg. He laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re tired out. Right.” When Katie came in the door, he smiled at her and said, “You did a good job of wearing these guys down.”
“I need a nap,” she said. “Where do they get the energy?”
They ran off to the TV, firing up their current favorite movie, Avatar.
“I think we should stop feeding them,” he said.
“I’m going to make lunch, then with any luck we’ll have some quiet time! Sandwiches?”
“Anything, honey,” he said. “What can I do?”
“You can tell me what you think of the house, the neighborhood, the area.”
“I think it’s great and have no trouble understanding why you feel comfortable here. But once the trial is over you probably can’t stay in this house.”
Her hands full of cold cuts from the refrigerator, she turned slowly toward him. “But I can,” she said. “I checked. This was a six-month lease, which is available again when I move out. It’s a warm, friendly town, Danny. I mean, Conner.”
He smiled indulgently at her struggle with the new name. “And there’s a guy here,” he reminded her.
“It’s not like we’ve dated or anything, but we have a couple of complications. One—I work for him. I get the sense that there are lines he won’t cross and that’s one of them. But I like that. If I’m going to be involved with anyone, he has to have really strong principles. Like Charlie had. Like you have.”
“I have?” he asked.
“You have definite limits,” she said, pulling out the mayo, mustard and lettuce. “There are things you just won’t compromise.”
“I think you have an idealized vision of me,” he pointed out to her. “Right now I’m getting it on with my boss’s secretary. And have absolutely no guilt.”
“Tell me about her,” Katie said. “All. Tell all.” And she began dealing out bread on the counter to make sandwiches.
“Well, she’s beautiful. The second I saw her, my knees started to feel soggy. She has blond curls—big, loose curls. Brown eyes—when she smiles her eyes get almost black, they’re so dark and wet. She’s not short like you—she’s a few inches taller and when I dance with her—”
“You went dancing?”
He chuckled. “Long story—I’ll tell you later. Les is beautiful, but the best part about her goes way beyond looks. She’s very feisty—she runs that construction company and all those men, and believe me, they don’t give her any trouble.”
“Is she bossy?” Katie asked.
He shook his head. “She’s confident. Funny thing is, she told me she’s always had a confidence problem. Maybe in other parts of her life, but not with me, not with her job. And she’s very funny. She’s kind of a wiseass. I like that. And this might seem kind of incongruous—she’s very kind. There was a housewarming party for one of our guys and his fiancée recently, and even though Leslie hadn’t met her, she called her and offered to help out before and after the party. Thoughtful. Sincere. She’s sweet but very strong. I didn’t even think about how much I like strength in a woman until I met Leslie.”
“I’d like to be stronger,” Katie said.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re strong enough,” he said. “You’ve really made lemonade with what life handed you. Better than anyone I know.”
“I’ve always had you,” she reminded him.
“And you always will have me,” he said. “Even if we end up on opposite oceans.”
She was quiet for a second. “So, are you saying there’s absolutely no chance Leslie would consider a major relocation?”
He put his hands in his pockets. “She’s an only child. Her parents are a long way from needing her, that’s my guess, but they are in their late sixties and it’s something she thinks about. She’s close to them—yet another thing about her I love. With any luck they’ll be in their late eighties before they call on her for help, but I think Les and her parents need each other emotionally. I know if Mom and Dad were alive, I’d feel that way.”
Katie’s head tilted to one side, and she smiled. “Did you finally find someone who feels the same way about family that you do?”
He leaned his big hands on the breakfast bar. “Katie, even if I live in California and you live in Vermont, you can always depend on me. You know that, right? That you’ll never be stranded and alone? All you have to do is call me.”
“I know that,” she said. “Keith is like that, too. He’s very close to his mother and his sister and he looks out for them. You’ll like him, I know you will.”
Of course Conner liked Keith. He was easy to like. He arrived on time, brought a nice bottle of Chardonnay, because that’s what Katie liked. The boys ran to him, hugging his legs, and he bent to receive them. When he stood up he was holding Andy with one arm under his rump and ruffling Mitch’s hair while he had a bottle of wine tucked under one arm. He stuck out his hand toward Conner. “Nice to meet you,” he said. “Katherine can’t stop talking about you.”
Katherine? he wondered. That wasn’t an alias, but her given name, the name that appeared on her driver’s license. Katherine Malone—her married name. “Don’t believe everything you hear,” he said with a laugh. “Nice to meet you, Keith.” And then he reminded himself that not all men had hard handshakes; not all men did hard physical labor for a living. In fact, there were many times Conner wished he didn’t have to toil so hard, wished he could take it a little easier.
Keith Phillips wasn’t a large man like Conner. He was around five-ten and had the slim build of a runner/skier and a dental perfect smile. He seemed just right for Katie, who was a little five foot four. And like Katie, Keith looked young.
“You sure you went to dental school and everything?” Conner asked him.
He chuckled. “And everything,” he said. He put a hand on Katie’s shoulder, gave a squeeze and smiled at her. He handed over the wine. “Rombauer Carneros Chardonnay—2009. I think you’ll really like it,” he said.
“How sweet, Keith, thank you!”
“Do you have a favorite vineyard?” he asked Conner.
“Not much of a wine drinker, actually,” Conner said. “More of a beer connoisseur.”
“Imported beers?” Keith asked.
“Pretty much any beer,” he said. “My first choice would be a Mich, but if push comes to shove, I’m not all that fussy.”
Keith laughed and said, “Caught me—I’m trying to impress Katherine.”
“Well that’s pretty easy,” Conner said. “One of her virtues is that she’s easy to please. She takes great pleasure in every little thing. She’s the one person I know who is so completely positive and happy it puts me to shame. In fact, it’s pretty hard to bring her down.”
Keith smiled appreciatively. “What a gift,” he said. “That’s how it is around the office. And that’s why everyone loves her. Katherine, can I help with dinner? Do anything for you?”
“Not a thing. If you two wouldn’t mind keeping the boys busy for a little while, I’ll finish setting the table and we’ll have dinner in just a little while.”
This was a good idea, Conner decided. It would give the men a chance to talk without Katie listening. So they took the boys into the small backyard. Andy and Mitch lit out for the play set. It wasn’t quite as nice as the one that had been left behind in Sacramento, but it worked. It was a heavy wooden bar supported by four legs and sported hanging rings, a climbing rope, a bar to swing on.
“Look at them go,” Keith said. “What a couple of monkeys.”
“No children in the family?” Conner asked.
“Oh, I’m an uncle. My older sister has two teenage daughters, age thirteen and sixteen. It’s a whole different ball game.”
“I imagine. And I have no experience with girls.”
“Katherine told me you’re like a father to these boys,” Keith said.
He gave a nod. “Pretty much. What else did Katherine tell you?”
“That you’re in Colorado working. Sorry to hear about your company going out of business—it’s a rough economy right about now. Hopefully we’re headed for a recovery.”
“It’s not going to be quick,” Conner said.
“But we all do what we have to do. Even dentistry has taken a hit, Conner. People tend to put off things like that as long as possible.”
“I look online every day,” she said.
“They published my name before the preliminary hearing, but I haven’t seen it again in reference to the pending trial. And no picture. At least not yet.”
“Why would they publish your name?” she asked with a tinge of anger.
“It’s not malicious, Les. It’s part of public record. They needed the name of the witness to get the search warrant to collect all the other evidence. It was news. Once something like this happens to you, you begin to notice things, like the names of victims published, if they’re not minors. I’m just grateful they haven’t run a picture yet, because I look an awful lot like Danson Conner. And if I can keep all my Virgin River friends from figuring this out before the trial…”
“But, Conner, no one from around here would wish you any harm!”
“Of course not. I just don’t want pretrial publicity to lead to you.”
“I don’t know what you mean....”
He took a breath. “I don’t want your safety compromised to get to me. You don’t watch cop shows, do you?”
“No. Lately I haven’t watched anything but you.”
“Well, don’t start watching them now. In another week and a half, this will be over, and I’ll be back.”
“Are you sure, Conner?”
“What do you mean, am I sure?”
“It’s going to be so hard for you to leave your sister and nephews.”
“It was always going to be hard,” he said. “When she married Charlie, she was only twenty-six, and off she went to Fort Bliss in Texas. Less than a year later he brought her back to me, pregnant, and left her with me while he deployed. For the past five years I’ve tried to prepare myself for the day she’d meet the right guy. The chances have always been good that she and the boys would move away.”
“You sound more like a father than a brother,” she said.
“I felt like that sometimes,” he said. “Maybe I got a little stodgy—I had a lot of responsibility at a young age....”
“You’re not stodgy now....”
“Until now, I was tied to that store. It was our legacy—I had to make it work to ensure the future. Not just mine, but the whole family’s, because there was an equal chance Katie wouldn’t meet the right guy and move away....”
“It’s different now,” she said. “You’re free to go anywhere.”
“Yes, I am. And I’m coming back to you.”
Conner felt as if he could’ve stayed on the phone with Leslie for a long time, but not only were Katie and the boys coming up the walk toward the house, Leslie did have a job to attend to. He reluctantly said goodbye with a promise to call her at his next opportunity.
He saw them from the living room picture window—they were running, of course. They didn’t walk anywhere. Katie was bringing up the rear, much more slowly. The boys blasted in the front door and tackled him, one kid on each leg. He laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re tired out. Right.” When Katie came in the door, he smiled at her and said, “You did a good job of wearing these guys down.”
“I need a nap,” she said. “Where do they get the energy?”
They ran off to the TV, firing up their current favorite movie, Avatar.
“I think we should stop feeding them,” he said.
“I’m going to make lunch, then with any luck we’ll have some quiet time! Sandwiches?”
“Anything, honey,” he said. “What can I do?”
“You can tell me what you think of the house, the neighborhood, the area.”
“I think it’s great and have no trouble understanding why you feel comfortable here. But once the trial is over you probably can’t stay in this house.”
Her hands full of cold cuts from the refrigerator, she turned slowly toward him. “But I can,” she said. “I checked. This was a six-month lease, which is available again when I move out. It’s a warm, friendly town, Danny. I mean, Conner.”
He smiled indulgently at her struggle with the new name. “And there’s a guy here,” he reminded her.
“It’s not like we’ve dated or anything, but we have a couple of complications. One—I work for him. I get the sense that there are lines he won’t cross and that’s one of them. But I like that. If I’m going to be involved with anyone, he has to have really strong principles. Like Charlie had. Like you have.”
“I have?” he asked.
“You have definite limits,” she said, pulling out the mayo, mustard and lettuce. “There are things you just won’t compromise.”
“I think you have an idealized vision of me,” he pointed out to her. “Right now I’m getting it on with my boss’s secretary. And have absolutely no guilt.”
“Tell me about her,” Katie said. “All. Tell all.” And she began dealing out bread on the counter to make sandwiches.
“Well, she’s beautiful. The second I saw her, my knees started to feel soggy. She has blond curls—big, loose curls. Brown eyes—when she smiles her eyes get almost black, they’re so dark and wet. She’s not short like you—she’s a few inches taller and when I dance with her—”
“You went dancing?”
He chuckled. “Long story—I’ll tell you later. Les is beautiful, but the best part about her goes way beyond looks. She’s very feisty—she runs that construction company and all those men, and believe me, they don’t give her any trouble.”
“Is she bossy?” Katie asked.
He shook his head. “She’s confident. Funny thing is, she told me she’s always had a confidence problem. Maybe in other parts of her life, but not with me, not with her job. And she’s very funny. She’s kind of a wiseass. I like that. And this might seem kind of incongruous—she’s very kind. There was a housewarming party for one of our guys and his fiancée recently, and even though Leslie hadn’t met her, she called her and offered to help out before and after the party. Thoughtful. Sincere. She’s sweet but very strong. I didn’t even think about how much I like strength in a woman until I met Leslie.”
“I’d like to be stronger,” Katie said.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re strong enough,” he said. “You’ve really made lemonade with what life handed you. Better than anyone I know.”
“I’ve always had you,” she reminded him.
“And you always will have me,” he said. “Even if we end up on opposite oceans.”
She was quiet for a second. “So, are you saying there’s absolutely no chance Leslie would consider a major relocation?”
He put his hands in his pockets. “She’s an only child. Her parents are a long way from needing her, that’s my guess, but they are in their late sixties and it’s something she thinks about. She’s close to them—yet another thing about her I love. With any luck they’ll be in their late eighties before they call on her for help, but I think Les and her parents need each other emotionally. I know if Mom and Dad were alive, I’d feel that way.”
Katie’s head tilted to one side, and she smiled. “Did you finally find someone who feels the same way about family that you do?”
He leaned his big hands on the breakfast bar. “Katie, even if I live in California and you live in Vermont, you can always depend on me. You know that, right? That you’ll never be stranded and alone? All you have to do is call me.”
“I know that,” she said. “Keith is like that, too. He’s very close to his mother and his sister and he looks out for them. You’ll like him, I know you will.”
Of course Conner liked Keith. He was easy to like. He arrived on time, brought a nice bottle of Chardonnay, because that’s what Katie liked. The boys ran to him, hugging his legs, and he bent to receive them. When he stood up he was holding Andy with one arm under his rump and ruffling Mitch’s hair while he had a bottle of wine tucked under one arm. He stuck out his hand toward Conner. “Nice to meet you,” he said. “Katherine can’t stop talking about you.”
Katherine? he wondered. That wasn’t an alias, but her given name, the name that appeared on her driver’s license. Katherine Malone—her married name. “Don’t believe everything you hear,” he said with a laugh. “Nice to meet you, Keith.” And then he reminded himself that not all men had hard handshakes; not all men did hard physical labor for a living. In fact, there were many times Conner wished he didn’t have to toil so hard, wished he could take it a little easier.
Keith Phillips wasn’t a large man like Conner. He was around five-ten and had the slim build of a runner/skier and a dental perfect smile. He seemed just right for Katie, who was a little five foot four. And like Katie, Keith looked young.
“You sure you went to dental school and everything?” Conner asked him.
He chuckled. “And everything,” he said. He put a hand on Katie’s shoulder, gave a squeeze and smiled at her. He handed over the wine. “Rombauer Carneros Chardonnay—2009. I think you’ll really like it,” he said.
“How sweet, Keith, thank you!”
“Do you have a favorite vineyard?” he asked Conner.
“Not much of a wine drinker, actually,” Conner said. “More of a beer connoisseur.”
“Imported beers?” Keith asked.
“Pretty much any beer,” he said. “My first choice would be a Mich, but if push comes to shove, I’m not all that fussy.”
Keith laughed and said, “Caught me—I’m trying to impress Katherine.”
“Well that’s pretty easy,” Conner said. “One of her virtues is that she’s easy to please. She takes great pleasure in every little thing. She’s the one person I know who is so completely positive and happy it puts me to shame. In fact, it’s pretty hard to bring her down.”
Keith smiled appreciatively. “What a gift,” he said. “That’s how it is around the office. And that’s why everyone loves her. Katherine, can I help with dinner? Do anything for you?”
“Not a thing. If you two wouldn’t mind keeping the boys busy for a little while, I’ll finish setting the table and we’ll have dinner in just a little while.”
This was a good idea, Conner decided. It would give the men a chance to talk without Katie listening. So they took the boys into the small backyard. Andy and Mitch lit out for the play set. It wasn’t quite as nice as the one that had been left behind in Sacramento, but it worked. It was a heavy wooden bar supported by four legs and sported hanging rings, a climbing rope, a bar to swing on.
“Look at them go,” Keith said. “What a couple of monkeys.”
“No children in the family?” Conner asked.
“Oh, I’m an uncle. My older sister has two teenage daughters, age thirteen and sixteen. It’s a whole different ball game.”
“I imagine. And I have no experience with girls.”
“Katherine told me you’re like a father to these boys,” Keith said.
He gave a nod. “Pretty much. What else did Katherine tell you?”
“That you’re in Colorado working. Sorry to hear about your company going out of business—it’s a rough economy right about now. Hopefully we’re headed for a recovery.”
“It’s not going to be quick,” Conner said.
“But we all do what we have to do. Even dentistry has taken a hit, Conner. People tend to put off things like that as long as possible.”
