Bailed Out (The Anna Albertini Files #2) - Rebecca Zanetti Page 0,32
you’ll never forget.”
“It’s beautiful, man,” Clark said, his eyes sparkling. “I only got to play it twice, but it was incredible.”
Sean scratched his chin. “Are you any good?”
“I’m a seven handicap right now, but I’m starting to practice more,” Clark said, looking toward me.
I couldn’t help him out. Years ago I’d stopped trying to figure out what Uncle Sean was thinking.
Sean smiled wide. “My partner for the member-guest at Silverville broke his arm falling out of a tree yesterday. The tournament is next weekend, qualification round on Friday, and all the entry fees are paid. What do you say? Want to team up?”
Clark’s brows rose. “Um, that sounds like fun?”
Sean leaned forward and slapped him on the back, nearly knocking him over. “Everyone has faults, Bunne. Yours is being a lawyer, and the good thing is that you don’t have to be one forever, right? We can talk about that some other time. For now, let’s golf. We’ll have fun.”
Clark paled a little, but he did seem interested. “Next weekend? Sure. I haven’t played Silverville before, but it sounds like fun.”
Tessa cut me a look. Talk about two opposite players. Clark was organized and sweet, whereas Sean…wasn’t. Oh, I loved him, but he didn’t exactly have a gentle touch.
“Good. Very good.” Sean smiled. “I’m glad you’re here. Come help me move in this piano, would you? I wasn’t sure how I’d get it in by myself, so it’s great you’re available.” He turned toward the doorway, his boots clomping on my wooden floor. “Now moving furniture. That’s honorable work. I bet we can find you a good moving company to work for if you give up this law stuff.”
Clark paused and then followed him.
“We can help,” I said, hustling after the two men. Moving a piano wasn’t easy, even if it was an upright, as my mom said this one was. It had been a while since I’d played, and the idea that she knew that warmed me throughout. It wasn’t a bad way to deal with anxiety. “We’re coming.”
“We’ve got this,” Sean called out.
I sighed and stopped by the door.
Tessa chuckled. “You know he won’t let you help move a piano. It’s Uncle Sean.” She looked around the room and pointed to the long wall by the front door that led to the master bedroom. The utility room with washer and dryer was on the other side. “That’s the only place it’ll fit.” She rubbed her wrist. “Um, should we give Clark a heads up about golfing with Sean and his friends?”
“Maybe? I don’t know what his alcohol tolerance is,” I admitted. “I think I’ve seen him having drinks with a couple of attorneys after work, but I’ve never seen him do shots. We should at least make sure he has a good base before heading over. We can meet him for breakfast before he drives to Silverville and the golf course.”
She smiled, but worry still pinched her eyes at the corners.
“We’re going to figure Danny’s murder out, Tess. Don’t worry.” I wouldn’t stop until we got her clear of the charges against her. At least now I had a couple of avenues to pursue. “Nick is excellent at his job. He’ll find out the truth. Also, he couldn’t stop looking at you over breakfast.”
She rolled her eyes. “I told you not to go there.”
“Why not?” I turned to face her and ignored the swearing coming from my grunting uncle as he hefted a piano down my walkway with a rapidly sweating Clark.
“For one thing, I thought there was something between the two of you,” she said.
I shook my head. “Nope.” Yeah, there had been some flirting and a drunken kiss a while back, but that was before I’d jumped off a cliff with Aiden. And now that I knew there was a chance Tess might be interested in Nick…he sure looked brotherly to me. Well, in an incredibly sexy way. “I think you might like him.”
“No way. Nick is a lawyer, for Pete’s sake. A football hero, a Navy hero, and now a prosecuting attorney hero.” She craned her neck to watch our uncle. “I’m not. We wouldn’t make a good couple.”
That was the dumbest thing I’d ever heard. “Okay,” I said instead.
We’d just see about that.
Chapter 12
My Monday morning hearings went smoothly, and I dodged into my office to drop off my files, nearly running right into Alice Mitchell. She stepped back.
I gasped and leaped for her. “You’re back. Tell me you’re back for good.”