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  GUILTY

  AFFAIR

  Maureen Smith

  To my sister, Sylvia Hightower, who is always

  the first person to read my novels and provide her

  honest feedback. Thank you for helping me to believe in myself and the power of dreams come true.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Coming Next Month

  Chapter 1

  When Riley Kane left San Antonio three years ago, she swore she’d never return.

  In a moment of sheer desperation, she’d packed her bags and driven halfway across the country, hoping to give herself a chance at a new life—and the chance to make new memories.

  Memories that didn’t torment her with images of Trevor. Trevor, laughing and teasing her as they wrestled over the last slice of pizza. Trevor, broad shoulders swaying as he sauntered across a bustling police station to greet her with a kiss.

  Trevor, gunned down in an alley forty-six days before their wedding.

  Although time had softened the pain of his death, the nightmares that plagued Riley were as sharp and vivid as ever. And the same memories that had driven her away from home were the same memories that ultimately lured her back.

  She wanted answers. And this time, she would not leave without them.

  Which was why she was parked outside a private detective agency at eight o’clock at night, trying to work up the courage to leave the safety of her car and face the man inside the nondescript building.

  Noah Roarke. Trevor’s best friend and former partner on the police force.

  A man who’d made it perfectly clear to Riley that he wanted nothing to do with her.

  She closed her eyes for a moment, her hands tightening reflexively on the steering wheel. Even after all these years, Noah Roarke’s aversion to her remained a mystery. He and Trevor had been friends since childhood. They’d attended the same college, graduated from the police academy at the same time, and had been assigned partners. As Trevor’s girlfriend—and then fiancée—Riley had always hoped, and expected, that she and Noah would become friends. After all, they had the most important thing in common: their love for Trevor. But despite her efforts to reach out to Noah, he’d always treated her with polite reserve, making it clear he didn’t share her desire for a friendship.

  At Trevor’s funeral, Noah could barely look at her. It was she who’d approached him after the service to thank him for the beautiful eulogy, which she knew had been as heartrending for him to deliver as it had been for her to hear. She’d wanted to comfort him, and a part of her had wanted to be comforted in return, to be held and told that everything would be okay. Instead they’d stood at the graveside—not touching, not speaking, regarding each other with the awkwardness of strangers, instead of two people who’d lost a mutual friend.

  The memory of that strained encounter had haunted Riley for the past three years, surfacing at the oddest moments, and lingering in her mind longer than it should have.

  And speaking of lingering too long…

  Riley heaved a deep sigh and frowned at the digital clock on the dashboard. She’d spent nearly half an hour inside her Toyota Avalon, her stomach tied up in knots, trying to convince herself she was doing the right thing by coming to Noah. He was the only one who could help her find the answers she sought. He was the only one who could help her find closure.

  And the sooner she could put the past behind her, the sooner she could get on with her life.

  Without giving herself another chance to reconsider, Riley cut off the ignition and opened the door. As she stepped from her car, a gentle breeze caressed her face, stirring tendrils of hair that had escaped from her ponytail. One thing she’d always appreciated about summers in San Antonio was that no matter how sweltering the days were, the cool, breezy nights always provided a welcome reprieve. It was one of many things she’d missed about home.

  She walked up to an old single-story brick building that had once housed a print shop, a real estate office and a family-owned travel agency. The name of the current tenant was painted in white lettering on the plate-glass window—Roarke Investigations, Inc.

  Riley could see through the miniblinds that the reception area was mostly dark, save for a solitary lamp perched atop the large reception desk. Knowing that the agency was closed for the day, she tried the glass door anyway and was surprised to find it unlocked. She stepped inside the building and took a quick glance around. The tastefully decorated room with its rustic pine furniture, lush potted plants and papaya-colored walls was not what she’d expected to find in a private detective agency.

  Stepping further into the office, Riley called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”

  There was no answer. But from somewhere down the narrow corridor, she could hear the low whir of a machine. She hesitated, wondering if she should just wait until someone emerged to help her. She knew Noah, at least, was back there. Before heading out to Roarke Investigations that evening, she’d called Noah’s direct line, remembering what a workaholic he’d always been. She was counting on him being at the office after hours, burning the midnight oil. When he answered the phone, she’d hung up without a word and hightailed it over there, praying he wouldn’t leave before she arrived.

  Afraid she might lose her nerve if she waited around a second longer, Riley started down the corridor, following the whirring noise to an office located near the end of the hallway, where light spilled from the half-open doorway. The brass name plate on the wall read Noah Roarke, Licensed Private Investigator.

  Drawing a deep, steadying breath, Riley pushed the door open all the way.

  Noah Roarke sat behind a large oak desk littered with files. His back was to the door as he fed papers into an old shredder that had likely seen better days. The machine was so loud he didn’t even hear Riley enter the room.

  Not wanting to startle him while he was at the mercy of the paper shredder but seeing no other alternative, she said, “Noah.”

  He spun around, and those dark, deep-set eyes she remembered so well widened at the sight of her.

  “Riley?”

  She mustered a half smile. “Hello, Noah. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

  Paper shredder all but forgotten, Noah Roarke slowly rose to his feet, staring at her as if she were an apparition. Riley had almost forgotten how tall he was. Six-three, with a lean, muscular physique he’d honed while on the police force and maintained four years after leaving it. He wore charcoal-gray trousers, a white broadcloth shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a silk tie that hung loose around his collar, as if he’d been meaning to remove it but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. How had she forgotten how incredibly broad his shoulders were? Or how rich and smooth his chestnut-brown skin was?

  As Riley gazed at him, she became aware of a slight tension building in her muscles, tiny hairs rising on the back of her neck. She quickly dismissed the odd sensation, attributing it to nerves and fatigue. After all, she was still recovering from her twenty-four-hour drive from Washington, D.C. She needed a whole lot more than the two hours of sleep she’d allowed herself that afternoon before taking a shower and heading out there.

  Finally Noah seemed to find his voice, and the deep, husky timbre of it roused Riley from her silent musings. “How did you get in here?
”

  “The front doors were unlocked,” she told him, somewhat apologetically. “I called out, but you didn’t hear me.” A smile tipped one corner of her mouth. “You must be losing your touch, Roarke. There was a time no one could sneak up on you, not even a cat tiptoeing on feathers.”

  He barely cracked a smile, his dark gaze intent upon her face. “What’re you doing here, Riley?”

  “In San Antonio, or in your office?”

  “Both.”

  Though he hadn’t offered, she walked over to one of the visitor chairs across from his desk and sat down, hoping Noah would follow her lead. For some reason, she thought he might be less…overpowering if he were seated.

  He remained standing.

  “I took a leave of absence from work,” she explained, folding her hands in her lap. “I’ll be home for two months. I’m staying at my parents’ house.”

  Although Noah’s expression didn’t change, Riley had the vague impression he wasn’t terribly thrilled about the news.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked quietly.

  “My family’s fine, if that’s what you’re asking. In fact, my parents are vacationing in Hawaii, and my grandmother will be celebrating her seventy-fifth birthday in a few weeks. She sends her warm regards, by the way.”

  This, finally, brought a smile to his face. Noah and Florinda Kane had met at Trevor and Riley’s engagement party four years ago. Riley’s grandmother had taken an instant liking to Noah and had spent the entire time introducing him to every single woman at the picnic, then dismissing each prospect as “unsuitable” or “not good enough” for him. When she wasn’t playing matchmaker, she’d flirted shamelessly with him—much to Riley’s chagrin. But Noah had been a good sport about it, indulging the old woman’s antics with a warmth and relaxed humor that Riley and her mother, watching from across the yard, had found endearing.

  “Tell your grandmother I said hello,” Noah said now.

  “I will,” Riley agreed, “if you’ll do me a favor and sit down. I swear I’m getting a cramp in my neck from looking up at you, Noah Roarke.”

  His mouth twitched as he lowered himself into his chair. “How’s that?” he murmured.

  “Better,” Riley said, wondering if it really was. Because now that they were almost at eye level, she couldn’t help but notice just how handsome he was, with his granite-hard cheekbones, square jaw and slightly crooked nose—broken during a training exercise at the police academy. Before she could stop herself, her gaze dropped to his lips, and she realized that she had never really looked at them before, never noticed how beautifully sculpted they were, never noticed just how lush and sensuous his bottom lip—

  Shocked by the direction of her thoughts, Riley forced herself to look away, anywhere but at Noah. What in the world was wrong with her?

  “Riley?”

  She schooled her features into an impassive mask before meeting his speculative gaze. She wondered if he’d caught her ogling his lips. God, she hoped not! “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I was just thinking that this is the first time I’ve ever been here, to your office. I remember how surprised I was when Trevor told me you were leaving the SAPD to start a private detective agency with your brother. How is Kenneth, by the way?”

  “Fine, thanks.”

  “And Daniela? How’s she doing?”

  “Daniela’s doing very well. She’s actually in Italy right now. On her honeymoon.”

  Riley’s eyes widened. “Your sister got married?”

  Noah chuckled softly. “I know. I’m still getting used to the idea myself.”

  Riley grinned. “I thought you’d never let her out of your sight, much less get married. Who’s the lucky man?”

  Noah hesitated. “Caleb Thorne.”

  Riley’s jaw dropped. “Wait a minute. The Caleb Thorne? Crandall Thorne’s son?”

  “One and the same.”

  “No kidding!”

  Crandall Thorne was a prominent criminal defense attorney worth millions. His son, Caleb, was a law professor at a local university and had been one of the most sought after bachelors in the state of Texas.

  “How’d they meet?” Riley asked curiously.

  A grim look passed over Noah’s face. “Long story. I’ll tell you about it some other time.” Before she could probe any further, he turned the tables on her. “What brings you here at this time of night, Riley?”

  And Riley knew, then, that she’d finally run out of time. It was now or never.

  She drew a deep breath and moistened her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, too nervous to think much of the way Noah’s dark eyes followed the gesture. “I came to talk to you about Trevor,” she began.

  A veiled look passed over Noah’s face, so fleeting she could have imagined it. “What about him?”

  Riley could feel her heart hammering painfully against her rib cage. “I want to know why he died, Noah.”

  He frowned. “What are you talking about? You already know the reason.”

  “I want to know the real reason.” She paused, looking him straight in the eye. “And I think you’re the only one who can help me.”

  Chapter 2

  Noah stared at Riley as if she’d just escaped from the local asylum. She supposed she couldn’t blame him. She’d been questioning her own sanity for the past three years, ever since Trevor died and left her with more questions than answers.

  “What are you talking about, Riley?” Noah asked warily. “What are you suggesting?”

  “I think there was another explanation for Trevor’s death. Something other than what we were told.”

  Noah’s expression darkened. “What are you saying? That there was some sort of police cover-up?”

  Riley tried not to flinch at his sharp tone. “I don’t know. It’s possible that no one really knows—”

  Noah shook his head at her. “You’re not making a whole lot of sense right now, Riley.”

  She swallowed hard, then blurted, “I think Conrad Weiss shot Trevor because he knew Trevor was going to kill him first.”

  Noah scowled. “ What? That’s ridiculous. Trevor wouldn’t have killed him. He always played by the book, and you know it.”

  “I thought I did,” Riley whispered.

  A heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the low drone of the paper shredder. As if they were touching, Riley could feel every muscle tensing in Noah’s body, causing his jaw to harden as he stared at her.

  “Conrad Weiss was a convicted felon,” he said in a low, quelling voice that made Riley shiver. “He was on the verge of robbing a convenience store when Trevor walked through the door and interrupted him. That’s the reason Weiss ran, and that’s why Trevor chased him down that alley.”

  Riley closed her eyes briefly against the painful memories. “I read the police report, Noah,” she said huskily. “I know what happened.”

  “Then what’s going on here, Riley?” Noah demanded. “Are you trying to tell me that Trevor did something wrong? Weiss shot him, not the other way around.”

  “I know that!” Riley lurched from the chair and paced to the only window in the room, which overlooked a stretch of highway flanked by dense green forest.

  She didn’t need to be reminded of the details surrounding Trevor’s death. They were chiseled into her memory like carvings etched into a wooden talisman. She’d viewed the graphic crime-scene photos, listened to eyewitness testimonies and pored over the police report until she could recite it verbatim. And the fact that Conrad Weiss had been shot and killed that same day while fleeing from the arresting officers had done little to lessen the anguish of losing Trevor.

  Behind her, Noah pushed out a long, deep breath. “Look, Riley, I know how difficult these past three years have been for—”

  “I didn’t come here to cry on your shoulder, Noah. The time for that has come and gone.” She was surprised by the bitterness she heard in her own voice.

  So was Noah, apparently. For several moments he didn
’t say a word. Then, softly, he asked, “Why did you come here, Riley?”

  She turned slowly to face him. “I think it’s possible Trevor already knew Conrad Weiss. I think he met him before that day in the convenience store.”

  Noah couldn’t have looked more stunned if she’d announced she was giving birth to his baby by Immaculate Conception. “ What did you say?” he whispered.

  “I have reason to believe Trevor and Weiss might have already known each other.”

  “Based on what?”

  Riley hesitated, biting her bottom lip. “Ever since Trevor died, I’ve been having these strange dreams—”

  “You’re basing your suspicions on dreams?”

  “Wait, just hear me out! In the dreams, I see Trevor and Weiss talking to each other, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. In one dream, I’m standing at the door of Trevor’s apartment trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. But when Trevor sees me, he walks over and slams the door in my face. But it’s not just the dreams I’ve been having,” she hastened to add, seeing Noah’s skeptical expression. “Once when Trevor and I were visiting Fredericksburg, I was taking too long in an antiques shop, so Trevor went outside to wait for me. When I came out, he was talking to some man I’d never seen before, an older man with a heavy German accent. He left as soon as I appeared, and when I asked Trevor who the guy was, he said he was just some stranger making small talk while his wife finished shopping. I didn’t think much of it at the time, until I saw the man again a few months later—at Trevor’s funeral.”

  Noah was watching her carefully. “I don’t remember seeing any strangers at the funeral,” he said tightly. “Everyone there was accounted for. We made sure of that.”

  Riley shook her head. “He was there, Noah. I saw him. I meant to go to him, to find out who he was and what he was doing there. But people kept stopping me to talk, and by the time I looked up again, the man was gone. I’m telling you the truth, Noah,” she added, because he still looked unconvinced.