Неизвестно - Megans mate

Must be some mood she was in, he decided.

I'll do.

Poor dear.

She lifted a hand to gently touch the bruises on his face. He looked even worse this morning, but she didn't have the heart to say so.

At least sit down

and eat.

You read my mind.

Mote than willing, he eased himself into a chair.

I appreciate

the service.

It's the least we can do.

Coco fit the legs of the bedside table over the chair and unfolded his napkin. Nathaniel thought she would have tucked it into his collar if he hadn't taken it himself.

Megan told me what happened. That Baxter hired those those thugs. I've a mind to go to Boston myself and deal with that man.

The fierce look in her eyes warmed Nathaniel's heart. She was like some fiery Celtic goddess.

Sugar, he wouldn't have a chance against you.

He sampled his eggs,

closed his eyes on the simple pleasure of hot, delicious food.

We'll let it go,

darling.

Let it go! You can't. You have to contact the police. Of course, I'd prefer if all you boys got together and took a trip down to blacken that man's eyes...

She pressed a

hand to her heart as the image caused it to beat fast.

But,

she continued with some

regret,

the proper thing to do is contact the authorities and have them handle it.

No cops.

He scooped up delicately fried hash brown potatoes.

Dumont's going

to suffer a lot more, not knowing what I'll do or when I'll do it.

Well...

Considering that, Coco began to smile.

I suppose he would. Like waiting

for the other shoe to drop.

Yeah. And bringing the police in would make it tough for Megan and the boy.

You're right, of course.

Gently she brushed a hand over his hair.

I'm so glad they

have you.

I wish she felt the same way.

She does. She's just afraid. Megan's had so much to handle in her life. And you well, Nathaniel, you're a man who'd leave any woman a bit addled.

You think so, huh?

I know so. Are you having much pain this morning, dear? You can take another pill.

I'll settle for aspirin.

I thought you might.

Coco took a bottle out of her apron pocket.

Take these with

your juice.

Yes, ma'am.

He obeyed, then went back to his eggs.

So, you've seen Megan this

morning?

It was nearly dawn before I could convince her to leave you and get some sleep.

That information went down even better than the food.

Yeah?

And the way she looked at you...

Coco patted his hand.

Well, a woman knows

these things. Especially when she's in love herself.

A becoming blush bloomed on

her cheeks.

I suppose you know that Niels and I that we're... involved.

He made some sound. He didn't want the image in his brain of them together in the dark. Coco and Dutch were as close to parents as he'd ever had, and no child, even at thirty-three, wanted to think about that side of a parental relationship.

These past few weeks have been wonderful. I had a lovely marriage, and there are memories I've cherished and will cherish all of my life. And over the years, I've had some nice, compatible relationships. But with Niels...

The dreamy look came into

her eyes.

He makes me feel young and vital, and almost delicate. It's not just the sex,

she added, and had Nathaniel wincing.

Aw, jeez, Coco.

He took a sip of coffee, as he was rapidly losing his appetite.

I

don't want to know about that.

She chuckled, adoring him.

I know how close you are to Niels.

Well, sure.

He was beginning to feel trapped in the chair, barred by the tray.

We

sailed together a long time, and he's...

Like a father to you,

she said gently.

I know. I just wanted you to know I love him, too. We're going to be married.

What?

His fork clattered against china.

Married?

You and the Dutchman?

Yes.

Nervous now, because she couldn't tell whether his expression was horrified or simply shocked, Coco fiddled with the jet beads at her throat.

I hope you don't

mind.

Mind?

His brain had gone blank. Now it began to fill again the restless movements of her hands, the tone of her voice, the anxious look in her eyes. Nathaniel shifted the table away from his chair and rose.

Imagine a classy woman like

you falling for that old tar. Are you sure he hadn't been supping something into your soup?

Relieved, she smiled.

If he has, I like it. Do we have your blessing?

He took her hands, looked down at them.

You know, for nearly as far back as I can remember, I wanted you to be my mother.

Oh.

Her eyes filled, overflowed.

Nathaniel.

Now I guess you will be.

His gaze lifted to hers again before he kissed her, one cheek, the other, then her lips.

He better be good to you, or he'll answer to me.

I'm so happy.

Coco sank, weeping, into his arms.

I'm so very happy, Nate. I

didn't even see it coming in the cards.

Her breath hitched as she pressed her wet face to his throat.

Or the tea leaves, even the crystal. It just happened.

The best things usually do.

I want you to be happy.

Drawing back, she fumbled in her pocket for one of her lace-trimmed hankies.

I want you to believe in what you have with Megan, and not

let it slip away. She needs you, Nate. So does Kevin.

That's what I told her.

He smiled a little as he took the hankie and dried Coco's tears himself.

I don't guess she was ready to hear it.

You just keep saying it.

Her voice became firm.

Keep right on saying it until she

is.

And if Megan needed an extra push, Coco thought, she'd be happy to supply it herself.

Now, then.

She smoothed down her hair, her slacks.

I have a million

things to do. I want you to rest, so you'll be up to the picnic and the fireworks.

I feel okay.

You feel as if you've been run over by a truck.

She marched to the bed, busying

herself with smoothing sheets and fluffing pillows.

You can lie down for another

hour or two, or you can sit out on the terrace in the sun. It's a lovely day, and we can fix you up a nice chaise. When Megan wakes up, I'll have her come give you a rubdown.

Now that sounds promising. I'll take the sun.

He started toward the terrace doors,

but then he heard footsteps hurrying down the hall. Megan rushed in.

I can't find

Kevin,

she blurted

out.

No one's seen him all morning.

Chapter 11

She was pale as i.e. and struggling to be calm. The i.e. of her little boy running away was so absurd that she continued to tell herself it was a mistake, a prank.

Maybe a dream.

No one's seen him,

she repeated, bracing a hand on the doorknob to stay upright.

Some some of his clothes are gone, and his knapsack.

Call Suzanna,

Nathaniel said quickly.

He's probably with Alex and Jenny.

No.

She shook her head slowly, side to side. Her body felt like glass, as though it would shatter if she moved too quickly.

They're here. They're all here. They haven't seen him. I was sleeping.

She said each word deliberately, as if she were having trouble understanding her own voice.

I slept late, then I checked his room, like I always do. He wasn't there, but I thought he'd be downstairs, or outside. But when I went down, Alex was looking for him.

The fear began to claw at her, little cat feet up and down her spine.

We hunted around, then I came back up. That's when I saw that some of his things... some of his things...

All right, dear, now don't you worry.

Coco hurried over to sh'p a supporting arm around Megan's waist.

I'm sure he's just playing a game. There are so many places to hide in the house, on the grounds.

He was so excited about today. It's all he could talk about. He's supposed to be playing Revolutionary War with Alex and Jenny. He he was going to be Daniel Boone.

We'll find him,

Nathaniel told her.

Of course we will.

Gently Coco began to ease Megan along.

We'll organize a

search party. Won't he be excited when he finds out?

An hour later, they were spread throughout the house, searching corners and hidey-holes, retracing and backtracking. Megan kept a steel grip on her composure and covered every inch, starting in the tower and working her way down.

He had to be here, she reassured herself. Of course, she would find him any minute.

It didn't make sense otherwise.

Bubbles of hysteria rose in her throat and had to be choked down.

He was just playing a game. He'd gone exploring. He loved the house so much. He'd drawn dozens of pictures of it to send back to Oklahoma so that everyone could see that he lived in a castle.

She would find him behind the next door she opened.

Megan told herself that, repeating it like a litany, as she worked her way from room to room.

She ran into Suzanna in one of the snaking hallways. She felt cold, so cold, though the sun beat hot against the windows.

He doesn't answer me,

she said faintly.

I

keep calling him, but he doesn't answer.

It's such a big house.

Suzanna took Megan's hands, gripped hard.

Once when we

were kids we played hide-and-seek and didn't find Lilah for three hours. She'd crawled into a cabinet on the third floor and had a nap.

Suzanna.

Megan pressed her lips together. She had to face it, and quickly.

His

two favorite shirts are missing, and both pairs of his sneakers. His baseball caps.

The money he'd been saving in his jar is gone. He's not in the house. He's run away.

You need to sit down.

No, I I need to do something. Call the police. Oh, God Breaking, Megan

pressed her hands to her face.

Anything could have happened to him. He's just a little boy. I don't even know how long he's been gone. I don't even know.

Her eyes,

swimming with fear, locked on Suzanna's.

Did you ask Alex, Jenny? Maybe he said something to them. Maybe

Of course I asked them, Megan,

Suzanna said gently.

Kevin didn't say anything

to them about leaving.

Where would he go? Why? Back to Oklahoma, she said on a wild, hopeful

thought.

Maybe he's trying to get back to Oklahoma. Maybe he's been unhappy, just pretending to like it here.

He's been happy. But we'll check it out. Come on, let's go down.

Been over every bit of this section, Dutch told Nathaniel.

The pantries, the

storerooms, even the meat locker. Trent and Sloan are going over the renovation areas, and Max and Holt are beating the bushes all over the grounds.

There was worry in his eyes, but he was brewing a pot of fresh coffee with steady hands.

Seems to me if the kid was just playing and heard all this shouting and calling, he'd come out to see what the excitement was all about.

We've been over the house twice.

Nathaniel stared grimly out the window.

Amanda and Lilah have combed every inch of The Retreat. He's not in here.

Don't make a lick of sense to me. Kevin's been happy as a clam. He's in here every blessed day, getting under my feet and begging for sea stories.

Something's got him running.

There was a prickle at the back of his neck. Rubbing it absently, Nathaniel looked out toward the cliffs.

Why does a kid run? Because

he's scared, or he's hurt, or he's unhappy.

That boy ain't none of those things,

Dutch said staunchly.

I wouldn't have thought so.

Nathaniel had been all three at that age, and he

believed he would have recognized the signs. There had been times he ran, too. But he'd had nowhere to go.

The tickle at the back of his neck persisted. Again, he found his gaze wandering toward the cliffs.

I've got a feeling,

he said almost to himself.

What?

No, just a feeling.

The prickle was in his gut now.

I'm going to check it out.

It was as though he were being pulled to the cliffs. Nathaniel didn't fight it, though the rocky ground jarred the pain back into his bones and the steep climb stole his breath. With one hand pressed to his aching ribs, he continued, his gaze sweeping the rocks and the high wild grass.

It was, he knew, a place that would draw a child. It had drawn him as a boy. And as a man.

The sun was high and white, the sea sapphire blue, then frothy where it lashed and foamed on the rocks. Beautiful and deadly. He thought of a young boy stumbling along the path, missing a step, slipping. The nausea churned so violently he had to stop and choke it back.

Nothing had happened to Kevin, he assured himself. He wouldn't let anything happen to Kevin.

He turned, started to climb higher, calling the boy's name as he searched.

It was the bird that caught his eye. A pure white gull, graceful as a dancer, swooped over the grass and rock, circled back with a musical call that was almost human, eerily feminine. He stood, staring at it. For one sunstruck second, Nathaniel would have sworn the gull's eyes were green, green as emeralds.

It glided down, perched on the ledge below and looked up, as if waiting for him.

Nathaniel found himself clambering down, ignoring the jolts to his abused body. The thunder of the surf seemed to fill his head. He thought he smelled a woman, sweet, soft, soothing, but then it was only the sea.

The bird wheeled away, skyward, joined its mate another gull, blindingly white.

For a moment they circled, calling together in something like joy. Then they winged out to sea.

Wheezing a bit, Nathaniel gained the ledge, and saw the shallow crevice in the rock where the boy was huddled.

His first instinct was to scoop the child up, hold him. But he checked it. He wasn't altogether certain he wasn't the reason Kevin had run.

Instead, he sat down on the ledge and spoke quietly.

Nice view from here.

Kevin kept his face pressed to his knees.

I'm going back to Oklahoma.

It was an

attempt at defiance that merely sounded weary.

I can take a bus.

I guess so. You'd see a lot of the country that way. But I thought you liked it here.

His answer was a shrug.

It's okay.

Somebody give you a hard time, mate?

No.

Did you have a fight with Alex?

No, it's nothing like that. I'm just going back to Oklahoma. It was too late to take the bus last night, so I came up here to wait. I guess maybe I fell asleep.