Love Overboard - By Janet Evanovich Page 0,51
recognize Melody’s orange hair. A second person sat beside her.
Stephanie grabbed Ivan’s arm. “It’s Melody! And she’s with someone.”
“Yeah. Probably the body tosser.”
Stephanie felt the disappointment squeezing her heart. She could forgive Melody for the stink bomb. Desecrating the dead was something else. “They’re getting away.”
“And they’ve probably got the body,” Ivan said, walking to the backyard, giving a wide berth to the house.
Lucy tagged along. “Somebody want to tell me what you’re talking about?”
“We saw someone throw the old geezer in the gray suit off the roof. And then we saw Melody drive that pickup into the yard and take a box into the house.” Ivan kicked at the scattered leaves. “This is where they hid the body. It’s gone, of course.”
Lucy yawned. “I’d probably be more excited about this if I hadn’t spent the past fourteen hours cooking and cleaning up after ten people who would have tried the patience of Mother Teresa. I’m too tired to think about mysterious dead guys. It’s after midnight, and I’m beat. I’m going to hold my breath and dash into the house to retrieve my purse, then I’m going to move in with my parents until Haben smells better.”
Ivan took Stephanie’s hand. “Let’s open some windows and lock up the downstairs. We can spend the night on the Savage.”
“I hate to go off and just leave Haben empty. Suppose one of the guests decides to come back?”
“Believe me, no one is coming back to Haben tonight.”
“Suppose Melody comes back?”
Ivan gathered her to him and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I don’t think she will.”
Stephanie fought back tears. “How could she do this to me? I trusted her.”
“Let’s let it rest for tonight and pick it up in the morning when we’re not so tired,” Ivan said.
“That poor dead man. My Lord, they’ve been throwing him out windows and dropping him off roofs.”
He had to admit, it was pretty grisly.
Stephanie gave an involuntary shiver. “It’s like a horror movie. Invasion of the Punk Body Snatchers. I was wrong not to call the police. I suppose all along I expected it to turn out to be some tasteless practical joke.”
“Maybe that’s all it is.”
“You don’t sound very convinced.” She shook her head. “No. I’ve got to report this.”
He didn’t want her to. Not yet. First he had to do some investigating of his own. “Wait a while longer. At least until tomorrow.” Ivan’s eyes focused on her mouth. His lips softened and brushed against hers. “You know what we need? We need a fun activity. Like going to bed.”
Half an hour later Ivan closed the hatch cover to the aft cabins and lit one of the two oil lamps that hung suspended from the small salon ceiling. He started a fire in the delft fireplace and stood in front of it for a moment, warming his hands, trying to dispel the feeling of unease that sat heavy in his stomach. Something very odd was happening, and he had a sick feeling that it involved old friends.
Tomorrow he was going to get to the root of it, but for the moment he was going to try to forget about it and concentrate on Stephanie. He finally had her alone—really alone—and he intended to make the most of it.
“You know, the best way to survive in the cold is to get naked with a friend.”
Stephanie’s breath came out in a cloud of frost as she huddled in a wool blanket. “That’s a vicious rumor started a hundred years ago by some pervert who didn’t have central heating.”
She was looking forward to snuggling with Ivan in the cozy bunk, but she couldn’t imagine taking her clothes off in the freezing cabin. She tapped her toes and wrapped the blanket tighter, waiting for the fire to bake away the chill and the dampness, hoping it would happen soon. “So you think this fire’s going to get us toasty, huh?”
“You look doubtful.”
“It’s not a very big fireplace.”
“It’s not a very big room,” he said, going into his cabin and returning with a bottle of brandy and two snifters. He poured the brandy and handed one of the glasses to Stephanie. “Here’s to love and friendship and honesty.”
Stephanie sipped the brandy and felt fire burn down her throat and race through her body. She took another sip, and the vertebrae in her back relaxed. “Were you thinking of Melody when you made that toast?”
He slid his hands inside her blanket, his fingers massaging lazy circles on either side