Scarlet Nights p.14 Read online

  “So what did he do about the plum man?”

  “I didn’t see it but I was told that at the next class assembly at a high school in Williamsburg, they were treated to a slide show of the man kissing the principal’s wife. And they were wearing very little clothing.”

  Mike couldn’t help chuckling. “Let me guess. Your mother investigated the jam.”

  “Oh, yes! It contained white rum, which was against the rules. Mr. Lang also said the fruit had been stolen from his trees, but that couldn’t be proven.”

  “It would be interesting to know if when Lang was sneaking around whether he was looking at pretty girls or spying in general.” Mike thought that if the old man was snooping, he might have seen something useful.

  “I’ve never heard it said that he watches girls dressing. I think he does as much listening as he does looking. Mother says he has no life of his own, so he watches other people’s lives.”

  “And no one in this town has done anything about him?”

  “The Langs are part of the place and we know to keep our curtains drawn.”

  “Doors left unlocked but windows covered,” Mike said, shaking his head. “What else has he done?”

  “One time some man was determined to get the McDowells to lease Merlin’s Farm to him. Ramsey’s dad said he could have it if he could get Mr. Lang out. The poor man didn’t know that Uncle Benjamin was joking. My mother refused to tell me the details of what Mr. Lang exposed about the man, but he resigned his position at William and Mary, and moved to Maine.”

  Sara paused. “But, to be fair, Mr. Lang’s done some good too. When I was a teenager, a little girl ran away from home, and Mr. Lang not only knew where she was but why she’d run away. After she was found and was able to talk, a neighbor was put in jail.”

  “Interesting,” Mike said. “Has no one tried to spy on him?”

  “Sure. Luke and Ramsey dedicated a lot of their childhood to trying to see what Mr. Lang was up to. They used to hide in the bushes around Merlin’s Farm and try to watch him, but except for one time, he always found them.”

  “Lang didn’t hurt anyone, did he?” Mike asked sharply, thinking about the traps.

  “He knew better than to do that. He shouted at everybody who came near—and his dogs were great at guarding. All the kids said Mr. Lang was part bat, that he could hear and see in the dark.”

  “His senses probably are better, since he spends so much time alone.”

  “Are all the things you know about him from your grandmother?” When Mike nodded, she added, “Since she loved the farm and Brewster Lang lived there, maybe they were sweet on each other.”

  Mike snorted. “Grans said she used to laugh about the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. But she told Tess and me that if she owned the place, he would be her servant boy.”

  “Boy? Are you sure she called him that? Weren’t they the same age?”

  Mike was pulling under what he’d dubbed the Virgin Tree, only this time he made sure his car couldn’t be seen from the road. “My grandmother told the same stories over and over, so there are some things I know for sure. Tess and I grew up hearing of the ingratitude and conniving of every person in this town. Lang was just fifteen when my grandmother left Edilean; she was twenty-two. She liked to tell Tess and me that she’d someday return to Merlin’s Farm and Lang would wait on her, that he’d be her butler. She always thought of him as a boy and not of her class. In her mind, he never grew older than fifteen. You think you can walk through fields in that getup?”

  He was referring to Sara’s pale yellow cotton dress and her strappy Italian sandals.

  “You would have been disappointed if I’d worn a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.”

  “They would have been more suitable for traipsing about an old farm.”

  She looked at him.

  “Okay,” he said at last. “I would have been weeping with regret.” He didn’t smile but the dimple in his cheek showed. “Follow me and do whatever I tell you to.”

  “Always do,” she murmured, and laughed at Mike’s groan.

  He went the same way he had the first time he’d seen the farm and was doubly careful not to make a path. Once, he put his arms under Sara’s and swung her over a muddy place. But when she was on a dry surface, he kept his arm around her.

  “I can walk the rest of the way,” she said.

  “Sure?”

  “Of course I am. I can—” She realized he was teasing her. “Tell me, do I come before or after Erica in your list of women you flirt with to get information?”

  He started walking again. “I’ll have to think about that. I’ll bet Erica knows some tricks you don’t.”

  “I’m sure she does,” Sara said as she followed him. “But then I am oh, so teachable.”

  “Don’t start something you don’t mean to finish,” he said over his shoulder.

  Sara couldn’t repress her grin. Sometimes Mike made her feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. Of course she knew that what he was doing was just part of his job, but it still felt good. She and Greg had long ago passed the point where he told her she was beautiful and sexy. In fact, in the last months they seemed to have stopped saying anything that didn’t have to do with the business.

  She looked at the back of Mike as he made his way through the weeds. He deftly jumped from one flat place to another, and when he landed, he’d turn and hold out his hand to take hers to steady her for the short leap. She realized that she’d come to depend on him whenever she needed help.

  “What’s that look for?” Mike asked.

  “Nothing. Just thinking, that’s all.”

  “About what you have that Mitzi wants?”

  “Oh, right. That. Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking about.”

  “Now who’s lying?”

  “I learned how from you.”

  Chuckling, Mike stepped into the clearing and halted as he looked around.

  “If my mother said she’d keep Mr. Lang busy today, she’ll do it.” Sara was beside him. “Did they give you a key to the house at the closing?”

  “Yes, but I have no intention of using it.”

  “Then how—?”

  He gave her a look up and down. “I’m going to love pushing you through a window.”

  “And I’m going to enjoy—” She broke off from saying that she looked forward to being pushed, and reminded herself that she was engaged to be married. Just yesterday she’d spent three hours with the wedding planner—and Sara had changed several things. The carnations were gone and roses were in. She knew Greg would be angry, but right now she couldn’t make herself worry about that.

  “We’re going in through a window because Lang might have set traps in the doors. And once we get inside, you’re not to touch anything, you understand me? He may have rigged some pretty box with a bear claw—and I don’t mean a pastry.”

  “I doubt if—” At Mike’s look, she cut off. “I will touch nothing.”

  “Except me,” Mike said without a hint of a smile.

  “Right. Got it. Hands only on Mike.” She wasn’t smiling. “Any particular places I’m to touch?”

  “Knees would be nice. Start there and work your way up. Slowly.”

  Sara laughed. “Go on. You lead, I’ll follow.”

  “I’ve always wanted to hear a woman say that.” Turning, he walked across the open area so fast that Sara could hardly keep up with him. Once they were at the house, he made quick work of pushing up a window, then he grabbed the sill and hoisted himself inside. He’s a gymnast, Sara thought. A Tarzan and a gymnast.

  When Mike leaned out the window and put his hands out for hers, she didn’t hesitate, and it again occurred to her how much she’d grown to trust him in their short time together.

  As he pulled her up, he made what she was sure were several unnecessary touches on her body. When his hand went down her leg, she wanted to make herself glare at him, to remind him that she was engaged to be marri