by Ciana Stone
Max watched her for a while, thinking how much he admired her. Not just for what she had overcome in her life, but for having the courage to speak about it, to admit her pain and fears. Something inside told him it was not something she did easily and he felt an unusual sense of pride, for having been someone to whom she confided.
More importantly, he realized that she was not at all like the gossip he’d heard about her from the staff. Unexpectedly, her admissions had granted him something he didn’t expect. He couldn’t explain it, not even to himself, but now he wanted to trust her. More importantly, he wanted her to trust him.
He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him. Your secrets are safe with me, Nikki. He’d never had anyone share things with before but he did understand how much it meant to be able to trust someone.
He mimicked locking his lips and throwing away the key. Please trust me. I won’t betray you.
Nikki smiled and tilted her head so that her cheek was against the back of his hand as it rested on her shoulder.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “It’s kind of scary letting someone in. I don’t even know why I told you those things.”
Max didn’t know how to let her know that she didn’t have to be scared. Not in the way he wanted to, anyway. That would require a lot of words. And maybe the only reason she’d told him was because he couldn’t share her secrets with anyone else.
He made like he was trying to talk but couldn’t and she shook her head. “I know you can’t talk. Oh, no, no, it doesn’t have anything to do with you not being able to talk. That’s not why I trusted you. It’s something else…”
She lowered her eyes as she trailed off. Max wiggled his fingers beneath her cheek resting on his hand and she looked up again
For a long moment she just stared at him. She was terrified to speak the truth and afraid if she didn’t it would ruin everything.
“Oh god, Max, I don’t know how to explain it so that it’d make sense—or sound believable—not even to myself. It’s…it’s a little embarrassing.”
He acted out locking his lips and crossing his heart and hoped she got it. No matter what she said it was safe with him.
She smiled slightly and lowered her eyes. “This will sound crazy, but for the last year I’ve been having these dreams. Well at first they were dreams. Then they started happening when I was awake—like waking dreams but more real—they…wipe out reality. Does that sound insane?” She looked up to meet his eyes.
Max shook his head, feeling a lump form in his throat. It was like she was talking about his life instead of her own.
“Max…” She looked away again. “In all those dreams and visions, there’s one constant element. You.”
Max’s heart leapt in his chest. This could not be a coincidence. How could he have been having visions of her and she of him? It had to mean something. But what?
He pointed to himself and raised his eyebrows.
“Yes, you. I dream of you.”
The way she said “I dream of you,” the tone of her voice, it made his breath catch in his throat. It was too much to wish for that the feeling he thought he heard was actually felt. He could not allow himself to hope for such a thing.
But the need to trust, Max understood. Feeling safe enough to let someone else know things that frighten or hurt you was what he’d always wanted. He’d never been given the opportunity before. He’d never seen anything in anyone’s eyes before that made him want to trust them. Not until now. Looking into Nikki’s eyes made him feel as if he had finally found someone who was worthy of trust simply because she was as vulnerable, afraid and insecure as he.
And more than that, they were connected in a way he didn’t understand. For whatever reason, whatever quirk of fate was at work, they’d dreamed of each other. He wondered if her dreams had been half as passionate as his.
He pointed to himself and then to her. She thought about it for a few moments.
“I don’t understand.”
Max acted out being asleep then opened his eyes and touched his forehead then pointed to her.
“You…you dream of me?”
He nodded and smiled shyly.
“Oh my god,” she breathed. “How is that possible?”
Suddenly she was seized with uncertainty. She’s shouldn’t have told him. What was wrong with her? She leaned back on her elbows, looking over the water. Was it relief at his apparent change of heart and improved behavior that had made her so loose lipped? Or maybe it was having spent these last long weeks at the estate feeling like an unwanted guest.
Or maybe it’s more than that, a voice inside spoke to her. She didn’t want to acknowledge that particular voice. It was the one that was dealing with trying not to see Max as a fully functional, normal male when he looked into her eyes. God knows it wasn’t easy. There was something about him that got to her.
Be smart. Don’t let this one good moment make you careless. He could change right back to the prick he was.
She turned to look at him and their eyes met. For a long time their eyes remained locked. Nikki was once more seized with an unexplainable certainty that there was much more to Max than anyone knew. She’d already discovered things that proved it, such as his loneliness and isolation.
Suddenly a decision was reached in her mind without conscious thought. She was going to find a way to communicate with Max, to find out for herself what was hidden inside him. There had to be some way the two of them could communicate. .
“Max, will you do something for me?”
He hesitated, not sure how to respond. She looked so pleading he couldn’t refuse, so he nodded.
Nikki became very animated, “I want to try to figure out a way we can communicate—better I mean. There has to be a way, we just have to think of it. Will you help me?”
Max was sure at that moment that either he was having the most marvelous dream of his life, or that his prayers had finally been answered. He would’ve pinched himself to make sure he was awake, but if it was a dream he’d just as soon let it continue.
He extended his hand to her and nodded. Nikki smiled as she grasped it in both of hers.
There was no way either could have known that they had just entered into a partnership that would change things forever.
Chapter Five
Maxwell was on his way back from the kitchen, munching an apple, when he saw Mark Robinson talking with Osgood outside the library. Mark looked in his direction and excused himself from Osgood.
“Maxwell, hello. It’s been a while. How are you?”
Maxwell’s inner defense system went on red alert. In all the years he’d known Mark Robinson, he’d never been friendly. What was up? And why was he there? He had to know that Richard and Helen were in Europe.
He stopped and stared at Mark.
“Your parents asked me to drop by whenever I was in the area to see how you are.”
Maxwell didn’t believe that for a moment. Now he was sure something was up.
“I understand you have a new companion. Nikki, I believe Osgood called her?”
Maxwell wanted to look and see if Osgood was paying attention, but to look around would let Mr. Robinson know than more than he should. As far as he was concerned, Maxwell was an idiot. Better to keep it that way.
“How are things working out with her? You like her?”
Max just looked at him dumbly.
“Good, good.” Mark smiled and patted Maxwell’s shoulder. “I hear your father’s quite fond of her as well. Not so fond as she is of him, I would imagine but he seems satisfied with her…performance thus far.”
Maxwell didn’t like the tone of Mr. Robinson’s voice, or the innuendos, either. Of course, he wouldn’t let Mr. Robinson know that.
“I understand she’s quite attractive. I’m sure that’s a nice change of pace for you, eh?”
Maxwell wouldn’t raise his eyes to look at Mr. Robinson. If he did he’d surely give himself away. What he co
uldn’t figure was why Mr. Robinson was even saying those things. What was his interest in Nikki?
“By the way, is she around? I spoke with your father and he wanted me to give her a personal message?”
Maxwell shook his head and walked away. A personal message? What kind of personal message? Suspicions began to creep in. Had he been fooled? Was Nikki involved with his father? The thought made him sick.
Mark watched Maxwell leave then turned to Osgood. “How’s the new girl working out, Osgood?”
“Mr. Weston seems quite pleased thus far, Mr. Robinson.”
“Yes, I know. I was interested in your perceptions.”
“As long as Mr. Weston is happy, it is not for me to say, sir.”
Mark smiled at the butler in a conspiratorial manner. “I understand completely. Is she here? I do have a message for her.”
“I’ll summon her, sir. If you’d care to wait in the conservatory?”
“Thank you, Osgood. That’ll be fine.”
As Mark made his way to the conservatory, Osgood called Nikki’s room and told her she had a visitor.
Nikki couldn’t imagine who would be visiting her, but she hurried to the conservatory.
Mark Robinson stood as she entered. “Hello, Ms. Morgan, I’m Mark Robinson.”
“Hello.” She accepted his hand and gave it a brief shake. “What can I do for you?”
Mark took her arm just above the elbow and led her toward a divan. “You may not be aware of this, Ms. Morgan, but I handle all of the security for Weston International.”
“Congratulations, but what does that have to do with me?”
“As a matter of policy, a thorough background check is done on all employees, including those employed here on the estate.”
“So?”
Mark leveled an icy stare at her. “It is my duty to ask about your relationship with the late Christian Bernard.”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Mr. Robinson.”
“On the contrary. Why don’t you tell me about your relationship with Professor Bernard?”
Before she met Gaspar de Troyes, she would’ve bristled at the question and told him to take a hike. Now, however, his interest in her relationship with Christian made her nervous. How much did he know?
“Well, if you’d been thorough in your background check, Mr. Robinson, you’d know that Christian is—was—my doctoral advisor, as well as my friend.”
“That’s something of an understatement, don’t you think, Ms. Morgan?”
Nikki did bristle that time. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are, or what you want, but my relationship with Christian away from the university isn’t open for discussion.”
“I believe the authorities might think differently if they knew that you were with him just hours before his suicide.”
Enough bells went off in her head for a five-alarm fire. How could he have possibly known she was with Christian? Unless…holy shit, what if the men chasing them worked for him?
“You’re mistaken, Mr. Robinson.”
“No, I’m not. And I’m not much for playing games either, Ms. Morgan, so let’s come straight to the point. I know you and Professor Bernard had a short-lived affair. Just as I know that he was associated with a very dangerous group of individuals who are responsible for at least five murders in the last few years—a group that includes one Gaspar de Troyes, who, coincidentally was a close friend and associate of Professor Bernard’s. On the day of his death, Professor Bernard placed a call to you and asked you to meet him. You arrived at the university and shortly after, left with Professor Bernard. Hours later his body was discovered in his home. Now, I will ask you once more, what exactly is your relationship with the deceased?”
Fear made her hands clammy but she couldn’t afford to let him know how scared she was. “I’ve already told you. He was my friend. Yes, at one time he was my lover, but that ended. As to Gaspar de Troyes, I do recognize the name. Anyone in my field would. But I don’t know anything about some group or de Troyes’ involvement and if you’re implying that Christian was part of it then you’re delusional. He was a good, decent man and would never be part of a group that condoned murder.”
Mark slid closer to her. “Ms. Morgan, I want to believe you. I really do. But you have to understand my position. I can’t afford to take chances. Not when the safety of the Weston family is at stake.”
“I can understand that, Mr. Robinson but I just don’t see how Christian or I could possibly threaten their safety.”
“You could pose a great threat, Ms. Morgan. Particularly if you’re involved with Gaspar de Troyes.”
“I already told you that I’m not.”
Mark leaned back and regarded her in silence for a few moments then stood. “Very well. I hope, for your sake, you’re being honest with me, Ms. Morgan. Mr. Weston is fond of you—quite fond. I’d hate to find out that his affection has been taken unscrupulous advantage of.”
Nikki rose and looked him in the eyes. “I assure you that’s not the case but if you don’t believe me then tell Mr. Weston to fire me and you won’t have to worry about me anymore.”
Mark nodded and stood as if to leave. “Richard did ask that I tell you how much he is looking forward to seeing you again. He speaks—highly of you.”
Nikki got the feeling that Mark was trying very subtly to find out if the attraction Richard Weston displayed for her was reciprocated. It occurred to her that he was the second person who had tried to find out what she thought about Richard. Deborah, the maid, also seemed curious about Nikki’s feelings for Richard Weston.
“Really?” She attempted to seem coy but did not feel it came off very well.
“Yes. He mentioned that the two of you had grown rather—close before he left for Europe.”
“Well, I don’t know that you’d call it close, but he was nice to me.”
“I’m sure he was. However, I feel sure his benevolence is far from over. He mentioned something about funding a research grant based on your work.”
She didn’t have to feign surprise. “What?”
“Yes, it appears as if he’s spoken with several key people in the field and recommended you highly. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you find yourself being offered a position on an important project in the near future.”
Nikki was floored. She’d never imagined that Richard would go to such lengths. She also had no doubt that he would expect something in return that she had no desire to give. However, she didn’t have to let Mark Robinson know that. The last thing she needed was him snooping around and finding out about her arrangement with Gaspar.
“I-I’m…sorry,” she stammered. “I just don’t know what to say.”
“I can understand how stunned you must be. And please, keep the information under your hat. I’m sure Richard wanted to be the one to tell you.”
“Okay. But…are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Mark smiled.
She blew out her breath, shook her head, and then looked at him. “This is unbelievable.”
“I’ve no doubt. Just as I’m sure you’d like to demonstrate your appreciation.”
Ah ha, she could not help but gloat a little. Here it comes.
“Of course I would. I mean, he gave me this job and is paying me more than I dreamed of and now this? Naturally I appreciate it, but honestly, what could I do? I mean, he has everything money can buy and employees to do whatever he needs done. What could someone like me possibly do to show him my appreciation?”
Mark smiled and Nikki thought it looked very predatory and calculating. He stepped closer. “I just may be able to help you with that.”
“Really? How?”
“By being his eyes and ears.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just that. If you should happen to hear anything that you feel he should know, contact me immediately.”
“Oh, well, okay. But what could I hear? All I do is try to keep Maxwell from going off th
e deep end and he’s not exactly a big talker if you know what I mean.”
Mark laughed. “True. But you may overhear something pertaining to Professor Bernard. Additionally, if he was connected with de Troyes then it’s possible that de Troyes may try to contact you.”
“About what?”
“I have no idea. But remember, if that should happen—de Troyes is a very dangerous man. If he contacts you in any way, contact me immediately so that I can ensure your safety.”
“You think he’d hurt me?”
“Professor Bernard is dead, isn’t he?”
Nikki hoped her gasp seemed geniune. “You mean—oh my god, you think de Troyes had something to do with Christian’s suicide?”
Mark shrugged. “If indeed it was suicide.”
Nikki wrapped her arms over her chest. “You’re starting to scare me.”
“I give you my word I’ll protect you, Ms. Morgan.” Mark reached out to put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s what Richard wants.”
She nodded and looked down for a moment. “Thank you.”
Mark removed his hand and straightened his jacket. “Then I can count on your cooperation.”
“Absolutely.”
Mark pulled a card from his jacket pocket. “You can reach me at this number, anytime—day or night.”
She accepted the card. “Thank you, Mr. Robinson.”
“Certainly.” He smiled and patted her on the shoulder. “Now, I must be going. Thank you for your time, Ms. Morgan, and your help.”
She nodded and gave him a weak smile.
“Have a pleasant day,” Mark said as he headed for the door.
“You too,” she said to his back then rose and followed him out.
Osgood met them in the hall. “Ah, there you are. Have you concluded your business, sir?”
“Yes, thank you, Osgood. I’ll show myself out.”
“Yes, sir. Good day.”
As soon as Mark disappeared down the hall, Osgood cut Nikki a hard look then made his way to the household staff office. Louise was reading the paper. She looked up as he entered.
