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  Table of Contents

  Other Bella Books by Ann Roberts

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Copyright © 2013 by Ann Roberts

  Bella Books, Inc.

  P.O. Box 10543

  Tallahassee, FL 32302

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  First published 2013

  eBook released 2013

  Editor: Medora MacDougall

  Cover Designer: Linda Callaghan

  ISBN 13: 978-1-59493-324-0

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE

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  Other Bella Books by Ann Roberts

  Furthest from the Gate

  Brilliant

  Beach Town

  Root of Passion

  Beacon of Love

  Keeping up Appearances

  Petra’s Canvas

  Hidden Hearts

  Ari Adams Mystery Series:

  Paid in Full

  White Offerings

  Deadly Intersections

  Acknowledgment

  I’m thankful to my editor, Medora MacDougall, for her keen knowledge of Chicago style, mastery of all grammatical rules I tend to break, and a wonderful ability to tighten my sentence structure and dialogue. It was helpful to have someone who was unfamiliar with the series remind me to put in details for new readers and avoid assumptions about characters.

  Linda Hill continues to answer my emails and put me on the publishing schedule. I’m very grateful to her and all of the Bella staff.

  Without the support of my partner Amy I wouldn’t ever finish a book. This last year has been especially difficult, and her continued love and patience were critical to this novel’s completion.

  I am lucky to have family and friends who always ask about my writing and at the very least pretend to read my manuscripts or books: Susan, Morgen, Judith, Josh and Tiff, Patricia, Alexis, Debbie, and Sue.

  Most of all, I am grateful to all of the readers who have faithfully and loyally followed Ari and Molly on their journey of love and discovery through four novels (assuming you’re about to read this one). I appreciate all of your emails and words of encouragement more than you could ever know.

  About the Author

  Ann Roberts lives with her partner and their Rhodesian Ridgebacks in Phoenix, Arizona. Please visit her website at www.annroberts.net.

  Prologue

  The beach was Nina’s psychologist. While she spent her days as a social worker listening to children and adults divulge their secret sins and fears, it was the strip of sand at the edge of the continent that counseled her each night during her run. She often talked out loud, reviewing moments of her day, knowing the crashing waves muffled her voice as they built to a crescendo, claimed the shore and repeated the pattern.

  She quickened her pace, the pure sea air purging her lungs of all she had withheld during the day. She’d lost track of the numerous times she had to swallow her words or stifle an angry comment she longed to hurl at the ignorant parents who weren’t meeting the needs of their children.

  She glanced at the water and smiled. There was something incredibly comforting about the ocean resting over her shoulder as she cut a path parallel to Highway One, the most scenic drive in California. Laguna’s great beach, wonderful shops and chic restaurants were tourist magnets during the summer, but the season was long over and only the locals remained. She ran later in the evening after most of the other joggers had gone home, the welcome solitude a byproduct of her long hours as a school social worker.

  “Bobby Arco is a complete asshole!” she shouted, thinking about the boyfriend of her favorite student’s mother. Michaela was the sweetest kid, and Nina had never understood how her mother Eden had hooked up with such a loser. He’d left her a threatening message that morning after being questioned by Family Services for another suspected incident of child abuse she’d reported the day before.

  “Stay the hell away from my family,” he’d hissed into her voice mail.

  Only after she’d deleted the message did she realize she probably should’ve saved it and played it for Evan, her assistant principal.

  She saw the Montage Resort in the distance while her mind latched onto the other key moment in her day.

  “Celia would definitely benefit from a support group. I’ll call her church’s outreach coordinator and see if there’s one here or in Laguna Niguel,” she murmured, recalling a teacher who’d spent her planning period crying in Nina’s office about the death of her brother.

  She took a deep breath and cleared her head, determined to run as far as the resort before turning back, her legs limber and her muscles attuned to the effort. She was ready for the marathon in January but now… It’s out of the question, she thought.

  Besides it was supposed to be something she and Sam did as a couple. They had motivated each other to train, and she would’ve given up after the first two kilometers without his support.

  Maybe that was the reason he’d left. He was sick of playing cheerleader. She could get down on herself, and he’d constantly said she was her own worst enemy. Often their conversations focused on her lack of self-esteem and ended with him delivering a rousing speech, the kind he would write for his father, the city councilman. Sam often joked she got his best stuff and his dad had to live with the verbal scraps.

  Her mind drifted to Evan, who was her superior but also Sam’s twin brother. It was a bit awkward around him lately. Before the breakup she’d efficiently compartmentalized her personal and professional lives, telling herself the two relationships were unrelated.

  “Yeah, right,” she mumbled, acknowledging he had become the most important person in her life, a true confidant. But she’d made it clear to him he was only a friend and wouldn’t be a rebound from his brother.

  She took a sharp left and sprinted up the Crescent Point path to the gazebo that overlooked the Pacific, her ideal site for a wedding. It was 360 degrees of beauty, the Pacific Ocean and the San Joaquin Hills, embracing some of the most expensive real estate in the county. She wanted a wedding on the cliff and a house on one of the jutting plateaus that faced the water.

  She’d need a much larger paycheck
and a guy who wasn’t Sam. He’d made it clear the last time they spoke. “Nina, it’s not going to work. It can’t.”

  That part had hurt. He was the most important person in her life, but he couldn’t say the same. Clearly his family came first. She took a long swig from her water bottle and replaced it in the holster, grateful she had the entire point to herself. During the summer Crescent Point was packed. She re-tied her customary ponytail and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She’d worn the style forever and she didn’t care if anyone else thought it was childish.

  Maybe that was part of the problem. She was a true creature of habit and lived by her patterns. If she found a way that worked for her, she never deviated from that route, but it meant she was highly predictable. Sam was the exact opposite. He was spontaneous. In the two years they’d been together, he’d never wanted to plan a vacation, insisting they just go. It drove her crazy, but she’d been willing to compromise as had he. Perhaps there was still hope. They definitely needed to talk again. She owed him the truth.

  She gazed up the hillside and for the millionth time wished for a beach house, a dream that would never become a reality if she remained in the public sector. Of course, if she joined First Point Medical, she’d inch closer to owning prime real estate.She still had another two days to make her decision. They’d wooed her with a great salary, the promise of an office with a window and her own secretary. That would be a real bonus—no more typing notes or reports. She would be the only social worker in a growing medical practice that wanted to expand its clientele to include family counseling. She had the job if she wanted it. Juan Bojorquez had made the offer last spring after she’d coaxed his fourteen-year-old daughter into a drug rehab program. She was improving and he was grateful.

  She loved her job at Brayberry Elementary School working with kids like Michaela and helping their families, but she had to think about the future—a better paycheck and benefits. She wanted to get back together with Sam, but what if that didn’t work out? Still, would she like working in corporate America?

  She closed her eyes and leaned over the railing, entranced by the show below. The powerful waves were no match for the side of the jagged cliff, and their continual confrontation resulted in a shower of foam dancing high into the air. She glanced at her watch, barely able to decipher the silver numbers in the darkness. The moon was only a sliver, affording her no extra help. She squinted and read eight thirty. The cold breeze blew off the Pacific; the chill reminded her it was November first, yet she wore only a tank top and running shorts—a definite benefit of living in Southern California.

  She’d sprint back to her car and head home to the delicious salad, hummus and warm pita bread that awaited her. She’d write in her journal and weigh the pros and cons of the job offer.

  A shadow moved on her right and she turned toward it, suddenly aware she wasn’t alone. Hands pressed into her shoulder and propelled her over the railing. In a flash it became too difficult to scream and save herself at the same time. She grabbed the space between and found purchase before her arms flew skyward and her feet were strangely above her head.

  Then she screamed.

  Chapter One

  A persistent mourning dove woke Ari Adams from her inaugural sleep in her new home. She’d covered her head with the extra fluffy pillow, thrown a slipper at the small window above her bed and turned on a soft jazz radio station, which almost worked until an annoying commercial overtook the airwaves. She imagined if she got up and gazed at the tall branch, she’d see the pesky bird making faces at her.

  “I give up.”

  She threw back the covers and headed for the closet. Since she was dressed only in a T-shirt and boxers, the crisp November chill immediately gave her goose bumps, but she savored the feeling since it meant the end of the vicious summer heat. And the summer had been physically, mentally and financially vicious.

  She stretched her arms and shook her head. She’d wanted a change, and Tina, her stylist for the past decade, had convinced her that a drastic haircut would be the ultimate symbol of her new life.

  “Aren’t you tired of looking like Morticia?” Tina joked.

  Ari knew she was kidding because they’d often discussed Ari’s Mediterranean features—oval face, regal nose, rich brown eyes and flowing black hair—and how well she could wear the long mane. But she agreed and ordered Tina to chop off nearly a foot, leaving her with a shoulder-length cut that required much more attention and time than she’d ever allocated to her morning preparation. It was a new look for a new life in a new house, yet it still felt like a part of her was missing.

  She tousled her remaining locks and stared up at the ceiling and the beautiful crossbeams that matched the dark pine doors leading to her balcony. She loved the Spanish revival bungalow, and it was impossible to believe it had been nearly destroyed only a few months before, much like her personal life. Staring at the freshly painted walls and the new bedroom set she’d chosen, she realized she and the house had been reconstructed together, albeit very quickly.

  She’d hired Teri, her best friend’s handy dyke, to do the remodel, and she’d worked exclusively on her project, called in favors with subcontractors and suppliers. She’d completed in nine months what would’ve taken most contractors over a year.

  “I know how much this means to you, Ari,” she’d said. “I know how much you need this.”

  That was the truth. The house had become her life and the garden her sanctuary.

  She stepped onto the small balcony that overlooked her expansive backyard and studied the various planters and walkways her landscaper had installed. She was sticking primarily to indigenous desert landscaping, but she’d wanted some color and insisted that brick planters be built for her burgeoning gardening hobby. If she wasn’t at work she was out in the back either making compost or planting flowers and shrubs.

  Now that fall had come, it was time to move forward with her vegetable garden. She studied the rectangle at the western side of the yard where a garage used to sit. The foundation had been jackhammered out and only the scarred earth remained. She smiled, grateful for the project. She liked being busy and the yard was a powerful distraction since her career as a real estate agent had flat-lined in the tough economy. Clients were hard to find and commissions were fleeting, so she’d found a hobby, convinced it was more therapeutic than the shrink her best friend Jane had dragged her to see. She didn’t need to talk. She needed to work.

  She threw on a pair of shorts before descending the winding staircase to her quaint kitchen. While she’d been determined to preserve the original light blue tile counters and white cupboards, she’d installed a Sub-Zero refrigerator and a stove that looked retro but was self-cleaning and boasted a delayed baking feature.

  She flipped the cold water spigot on and was greeted by moaning in her pipes. When it stopped after a few seconds of water flow, she made a mental note to call Teri, brewed some tea and retrieved the paper, already planning a trip to Harper’s Nursery.

  The phone rang and she glanced at the display. Dad. She debated whether or not to pick up. If she didn’t, he’d trek across town from his leased condo to see if she was okay, which would lead to a lunch invitation and several hours of father-daughter bonding time. That wouldn’t be awful, but it wasn’t what she wanted today. She just wanted to plant.

  “Hi, Dad.”

  “Hey, sweetie. I hope you were up.”

  “Yup, I’m just getting started with the paper and then I’m off to the nursery.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” he said and she could hear a trace of sadness. He didn’t like that she spent so much time outside.

  “Dad, this yard certainly needed help after having a bomb go off in it.”

  Both of them knew she wasn’t exaggerating. A bomb had literally exploded in the original garage before she’d purchased the bungalow. Her shrink had suggested that her commitment to landscaping sprang from a desire to change the entire look of the place as she first came to
know it, back when it belonged to the previous owner.

  “Well, I have some tickets to the Suns’ game today and I thought you might like to go.”

  “Oh, that’s nice,” she said absently, already thinking about the rosebushes for the side of the house and how many tomato plants she’d purchase. “Maybe next time. I’m really busy.”

  “That’s what you said last time and the time before that,” he said. “Honey, I came out of retirement and moved down here to be closer to you, but I barely see you.”

  No one asked you to do that, she thought. She still considered their relationship strained, even though it was the best it had ever been. She’d never forgotten he’d disowned her during her twenties when he learned she was gay. Although fourteen years had passed, the memory of that long night remained, and neither of them could discuss her banishment or what followed—a suicide attempt.

  “We just went to lunch together on Thursday,” she said. “I think that counts as seeing me.”

  “Yeah, but I need your advice now. A lot’s happened since Thursday.”

  She set down her tea cup. She knew what was coming. “They offered you the promotion?”

  He paused before he said, “Not yet, but I think it’s highly likely. I’d like to discuss it with you.”

  She sighed. “What do you want to do? Do you want to give up retirement indefinitely and go back to the force? I mean, you’ve been gone from Phoenix PD for over five years.”

  She’d put the emphasis on retirement, the part of the proposition she thought was most important to him. What she didn’t mention was the reason he’d been rehired in the first place. He had accidentally stumbled into one of the biggest cases in Phoenix police history during his vacation, one that resulted in the resignation of her former girlfriend, Detective Molly Nelson, and the death of her godfather, Police Chief Sol Gardener. When the dust settled, the mayor had asked him to abandon retirement and head a task force investigating police corruption. Now the bosses were trying to make his return permanent by promoting him to lieutenant.