Cold Paradise (Stone Barrington 7)

“Stone!” she said, laughing and blushing.

“That wasn’t what I meant, but I remember that, too.”

“You’re awful.”

“I know.”

“Still, we had some good times, didn’t we? You were getting over a girl, as I recall.”

“And you were helping.”

“I did what I could,” she said.

Stone drove slowly through the town and finally turned into the driveway of Thad Shames’s house. Or tried to; there were half a dozen cars ahead of him. Music wafted through the open windows. Finally, he gave the keys to a valet and extracted Liz from the car. He was beginning to think of her as Liz by now. They walked through the open doors of the house and into the living room. A big band was playing Rodgers & Hart at the other end, and people were dancing.

“How spectacular!” Liz said. “I mean, in spectacular good taste!”

“It certainly is,” Stone agreed. “Would you believe that twenty-four hours ago, this was an empty, unpainted house?”

“No, I would not,” she replied. She sniffed the air. “Still, there is that faint odor.”

Stone spotted Thad Shames across the room, towering over his guests. “I think there’s someone over there who’d like to see you,” he said, taking her arm and leading her across the room.

Shames spotted them coming and went to meet them, or rather, Liz.

“Well, hello,” he said, taking both her hands and kissing her on both cheeks.

“Will you excuse me?” Stone asked. They didn’t seem to notice, so he left them and made his way across the large room to where the bar had been set up on a long table. “A gin and tonic,” Stone said to the bartender.

“Coming up,” the bartender replied.

Stone saw Callie across the room and waved to her. She waved back, but seemed to have no interest in joining him.

“Here you are,” the bartender said.

“Thank you,” Stone replied, accepting the drink.

“You know,” a voice behind him said, “I think you may look better in that dinner jacket than the original owner did.”

Stone turned around and found Arrington Carter Calder standing there, looking gorgeous. Before she put her arms around his neck and kissed him, he could see, over her shoulder, Callie Hodges making her way toward them.

13

HER LIPS MELTED INTO STONE’S, AND HER BODY WAS against his, and only the thought of Callie approaching made him take hold of Arrington’s shoulders and hold her back. He smiled broadly for effect. “It’s good to see you, Arrington.”

Then Callie was upon them. “Well, Stone,” she said, “who’s this?”

“Callie, I’d like you to meet Arrington Calder,” Stone said, trying not to dab at his lips.

“Well, clearly, you two have met before tonight,” Callie said. “How do you do, Arrington?”

“Very well, Callie. I believe we talked on the phone this morning.”

“Yes. Thad very much wanted to have you here. Have you seen him yet?”

“Yes, when I arrived.”

“I hope your room is comfortable.”