Christmas In Whitehorn Part 14

"Cookies," Darcy admitted. "I have the gingerbread house in the car."

"I'll go get it," Josh said.

"Thanks."

Darcy moved aside to let him out. Melissa returned her attention to the diner. "Josh and I were discussing remodeling the cafe. I have this idea about making it a little more upscale. Maybe get in a dinner crowd rather than just the burger set."

"Upscale means higher prices," Darcy said with a laugh. "My tips go up with the prices, so I'm in favor of expansion."

Melissa grinned. "I'll put you down in the yes column, then."

"What about a health food menu to supplement the regular entrees?"

Josh returned with the box. "I heard that," he said. "Don't let her talk you into it, Melissa.Montanaisn't tofu country."

He walked over to the long counter and set the box down by the cash register. Darcy knew he was just teasing. There was no way he could know that the mention of tofu made her think of Mark, which made her shoulders slump.

"There are other healthy choices," Darcy insisted."Maybe something meatless."

Melissa smiled. "I'll think about it. In the meantime, I'd love to see what you've brought."

Darcy set her box of cookies on a table,then opened the box containing the house. She unfastened the sides, peeling them back to expose her Christmas treat. Candies decorated the sides and roof of the house. Icing "snow" edged the windows. She'd used chocolate cookie fingers to make a fence and chocolate-covered graham crackers for a pathway.

Melissa clapped her hands together. "It's fabulous. Did you really make it yourself?"

Her obvious pleasure eased some of Darcy's hollowness. She nodded. "Once the main structure is together, it's not that difficult to do.Just lots of candy, icing and patience."

Josh reached for a gumdrop. Darcy pushed his arm away. "Don't make me hurt you. If you want something to eat, try a cookie."

"What's in them?" he asked suspiciously.

"Plenty of b.u.t.ter and sugar.It's the holidays and I try not to think about calories in December."

Still looking doubtful, Josh opened the second box and pulled out an iced cookie. He took a bite,then nodded. "This works," he mumbled.

Melissa reached for one, as well. After she tasted the cookie, she sighed. "It's delicious enough to cause me to make noises that shouldn't be heard outside of the bedroom. Janie was right. Your baked goods are terrific. Let's talk tomorrow after your s.h.i.+ft. If you're still interested, we can work out a deal to have you supply the cafe."

"I'd like that," Darcy said, hoping she sounded excited.

She should be happy. She was happy. She'd worked hard for this opportunity. If she got a baking contract with the Hip Hop Cafe, she wouldn't have to sweat her monthly bills especially for Dirk's school so much. And if he received some financial aid, she might be able to draw a breath and actually slow down.

"Then I'll see you here tomorrow," Melissa said, pulling adatebook out of her oversize purse. "I'd like you to bring me a list of what baked goods you'll provide, and a schedule. We'll have to play with quant.i.ties for a while until we figure out how much we can sell."

"Not a problem."

Darcy already had all that information in a notebook at home. She would make a copy during her break tomorrow and have it ready for Melissa by the time of their meeting.

She excused herself so Josh and Melissa could finish their conversation on remodeling, and made her way to her car.

She was excited, she told herself.Darned excited. This was a great opportunity. Yes, there would be extra work, but she'd held as many as three jobs at a time before, so she was used to long hours and little sleep. If nothing else, keeping busy would help her get over Mark quicker. She wasn't going to have much time to think about him.

She started her car,then waited for the engine to warm up. The thing was, she thought, resting her forehead on the steeringwheel, she couldn't start getting over him until the horrible empty feeling inside of her went away. She couldn't remember ever being so sad about the loss of a relations.h.i.+p.Which didn't make sense. After her parents died and all her friends had faded away, she'd felt completely abandoned. But somehow this was different.Worse.

Something about knowing Mark was forever out of her life made it very difficult to even breathe.

Mark sat alone in his living room and watched the light fade as afternoon turned to evening. He told himself he should get some ice for his ankle and maybe take another pain pill. He should do a lot of things. But instead of getting up, he simply closed his eyes and wished he could turn back the clock.

Why had he thought Darcy was the one involved with the money laundering? Now, with hindsight, he could see that he'd been completely wrong about her. There was nothing in her background or her life that even hinted at anything illegal. Yet he'd thought of her first. Finding the money had only confirmed his suspicions.

Because he'd wanted it to be her.

The thought struck him like a sucker punch. He lightly touched the throbbing b.u.mp on his face,then shook his head. d.a.m.n. Why hadn't he seen it before? He'd wanted Darcy to be the bad guy because then he could dismiss her from his life. He wouldn't have to worry about liking her or not liking her. He wouldn't have to reconcile what he'd been through with Sylvia with his present situation. He could stay comfortably angry with the world for being such a rotten place and with himself for being so stupid and blind.

The memory of the hurt and shock in her eyes made him squirm. He'd done her wrong in the most fundamental way possible. He'd damaged her character.

She was a woman who had given up everything she'd ever known to take care of her brother. With no experience, she'd survived in a hostile world. Then he'd come along and had accused her of being a criminal because that was a whole lot easier than thinking she might be a pretty terrific person that he was in danger of falling for.

He wanted to take his accusations back. He wanted a second chance. Not because he had any expectations, but because someone like Darcy didn't show up in a guy's life very often. She'd wanted to be his friend. He'd never considered that much of an honor, but he'd been wrong.

He swore under his breath. He couldn't make it right, but he could explain. He owed her that. He knew she would still walk away she might be softhearted, but she wasn't stupid. She wouldn't trust him with a second chance.

After dropping off the rest of her baked goods, Darcy pulled in front of her apartment. Something large and dark sat on her front steps. As her headlights swept across the duplex, she saw the large, dark somethingmove . Mark?

She set the parking brake,then turned off the engine. No. He couldn't be here. It was cold and the snow was due to start up any second.

"Are you crazy?" she asked as she climbed out of her car. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be keeping your leg elevated."

"Would you believe I ran out of ice? I thought maybe if I stuck my foot in snow it would do the same thing."

She pulled her coat closer around her body. The cold burned her skin and her eyes. As she approached the porch, she saw Mark was huddled on the top step. He had his bad foot buried in snow. She didn't want to think about how much it would have hurt him to pull on a boot, even though he hadn't fastened it. She refused to feel sorry for him.

"Why are you here?" she asked, stopping in front of him.

Instead of answering, he held out several thin boxes. "A peace offering," he said."Christmas lights. I can't put them up right now, but maybe by midweek." He hesitated. "I know you're a sucker for Christmas."

"Apparently I'm a sucker for a lot of things."

He nodded. "At the risk of you leaving me out here in the snow to freeze to death, I'm going to ask you to invite me in."

His boldness stunned her. "Why would I do that? So you can say more terrible things about me? What do you want to accuse me of now? Has there been a murder in town? Am I the prime suspect?"

He gazed at her. "I want to apologize and explain."

"No explanation is necessary. Besides, you couldn't possibly come up with a story good enough."

Something flickered in his eyes.Something dark and painful. Something that made her heartache ease slightly and her resolve waver.

"Actually, I could," he told her. "Let me try. Darcy. I know what I did was awful. I'm really sorry. You didn't deserve my accusations, but they're made and now I would like to explain them."

She didn't want to hear what he had to say. Yet she couldn't bring herself to deny him.

"Once a sucker, always a sucker," she muttered as she bent low to help him to his feet. "This had better be good."

Chapter Eleven.

Darcy helped Mark to her sofa,then eased him out of his coat. She ignored the feel of his body so close to hers. No way was she still attracted to the man.

She also ignored the three boxes of outdoor lights he'd brought her, along with the fact that he couldn't have just gone out and bought them today.Which meant he'd had them for some time. As she doubted that he'd planned on putting them up at his place the man didn't even own dishes, let alone Christmas decorations he must have bought them for her.Which meant he'd been thinking of her in a positive way. Which didnot begin to make up for all he'd accused her of today.

"How's your ankle?" she asked grudgingly as she took off her coat.

"Sore," he admitted.

She hung up both their coats,then returned to the sofa. After sitting on the coffee table, she reached for his boot and eased it off his injured foot. She could feel the heat from the swelling.

"You shouldn't have come over," she told him. "You didn't even use your crutches."

"I thought they might slip in the snow."

The man was impossible. "You could have phoned in your explanation."

"You would have hung up on me."

That much was true, she thought, almost wis.h.i.+ng he wasn't here now. Part of her didn't want to hear his explanation. For one thing, she doubted it would be enough to convince her that he was anything but the bad guy in this. For another, she didn't want to give him a chance to trick her into starting to like him again.

She eased his sock-clad foot onto a small throw pillow. "Don't think I'm going to let you off the hook easily," she told him. "I'm angry and hurt and I have no intention of forgiving you."

"I know. That's not why I'm here. I want you to know why it happened, but I don't expect anything else to change."

She glared at him, but he didn't try to justify his position more. She rose. "I hate that I feel compelled to offer you something to eat. Did you finish the spaghetti?"

"Most of it."

She sighed,then headed for the kitchen. After the loss of her parents, she'd been surprised to find out that she was something of a caretaker. She enjoyed giving to people. If money and s.p.a.ce weren't an issue, not to mention her long workdays, she would fill her place with homeless dogs and cats. Even now, when she should want to rip out Mark's heart, she couldn't help fixing hot chocolate and piling cookies on a plate.

She returned to the living room and set the tray on the sofa next to him, then grabbed a mug for herself and retreated to a chair across the room.

"Start talking," she said, hoping she sounded furious. Unfortunately, her rage and indignation seemed to have faded some, leaving her feeling only empty and sad.

Twenty-four hours ago, she would have been dying to tell him about her new contract at the Hip Hop. Of course, then he hadn't known about Dirk, so he wouldn't have understood why it was so important for her to earn money. Now he knew about Dirk, but they weren't friends anymore.

Her chest tightened at the thought. Not friends.Funny how in just a few weeks Mark had become an important part of her life. Initially she'd had a crush on him but, as she'd gotten to know him, she'd found herself liking him for the man he was, not just who she imagined him to be.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly."For thinking badly of you. When I knew you had a secret in your life, I a.s.sumed the worst."

She glared at him over her mug. "You could have asked."

"Agreed."He took a sip of the hot chocolate. "Thank you for telling me about your brother. I wish it had happened under other circ.u.mstances."

She s.h.i.+fted her gaze to stare at the wall behind him. "I stopped telling people a long time ago. I got tired of being disappointed by people I liked."

"I don't think I would have disappointed you about that."

She wanted to believe that was true but had her doubts. "Maybe not, but you disappointed me about other things."

"I know. Looking back, I don't understand how I could have thought those things about you. You're a good person, one of the best people I know."

She returned her attention to him, trying not to notice how green his eyes looked in the lamplight or how the shape of his mouth made her remember howgood it had been between them.

"You're stalling," she said. "Do you actually have something to tell me, or was this all a smoke screen?"

He drew in a deep breath. "You're right. I don't want to tell you this, because it's going to change the way you think about me."

"It's not going to get worse than how it is now."

"I hope you're right."

For the first time since inviting him inside, Darcy felt a s.h.i.+ver of apprehension. While she didn't doubt Mark thought he had a great reason for thinking so badly of her, she didn't expect to be impressed. But now, looking at the haunted expression in his eyes, she began to wonder.

"After college I left here forNew York," he said. "I was accepted into theNew Yorkpolice department. My goal had always been to make detective. When I was sixteen and still in high school, I worked part-time for old Scott Riley who ran a sleazy little detective agency here in town. The work was mostly finding out if a spouse was having an affair, but occasionally there was a great case."

"And this is interesting how?" Darcy asked with more temper than she felt. She didn't want to get sucked into Mark's past. What did it have to do with her?

"I'm getting to the point," he said. "But it's going to take me a minute."

She rose and crossed to the sofa, where she grabbed two cookies before returning to her chair. She nibbled on the first one. Maybe the sugar would take the edge off, she thought.

"My career skyrocketed right away," he continued. "I worked long hours, but I loved it. I got involved in a couple of high-profile crimes and worked with some great detectives. I learned a lot and when the time came, they put in a good word for me. So there I was, inNew York, living my dream. The only down side was my personal life."

Darcy forced herself to swallow her mouthful of cookies, but she suddenly felt sick inside. "I don't think I want to hear this."

"Sorry, but it's the only story I know." He s.h.i.+fted on the sofa. "I dated a lot, but I never felt anything. I mean I liked some of them fine, but there wasn't any spark."

Darcy suddenly found it difficult to look at the sofa where she and Mark had about set each other on fire.

"I wanted to get married," he said. "I wanted kids, a family, but it wasn't happening. By the time I'd been a detective for two years, I was starting to have second thoughts about my career choice. I saw a side to people I didn't like. Once I got transferred to homicide, I figured there wasn't any humanity left in the world. I know it sounds stupid, but I thought I could feel my soul drying up. One day it was going to shrivel up and blow away. And then I met Sylvia."