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  going to get the chance to judge for yourself.”

  “That’s him?”

  “Um-hmm.”

  “Good-looking,” Bianca commented, then stepped out of the car.

  He’d cleaned up, Reena noted. His hair was still a bit damp, and he’d put on a fresh shirt—ditched the tool belt.

  “Saw you hauling stuff in. Thought maybe you could use a hand. Can I get this out of the way?” he said to Bianca. “Wow, beautiful women run in the family. I’m Bo, from next door.”

  “Yes, my daughter told me about you.”

  “She thinks I’m crazy—because I gave her pretty good reason. I’m generally less bizarre.”

  “So, you’re harmless.”

  “God, I hope not.”

  It made her smile. “Bianca Hale, Catarina’s mother.”

  “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “You’ve lived here long?”

  “No, actually, only about five months.”

  “Five months. I don’t remember seeing you in Sirico’s.”

  “Sirico’s? Best pizza in Baltimore. I get delivery all the time. The spaghetti and meatballs is incredible.”

  “My parents own Sirico’s,” Reena said as she popped the trunk.

  “Get out. Seriously?”

  “Why don’t you come in,” Bianca said, “have a meal?”

  “I will. It’s just I’ve been working pretty much round the clock the past couple months, and—Here let me get those.” He nudged Reena aside to pull out boxes while he addressed her mother. “I haven’t been seeing anyone—dating—just recently. I don’t like eating alone in a restaurant.”

  “What’s wrong with you?” Bianca asked. “Young, good-looking. Why don’t you date?”

  “I do—I mean, did. Will. But I’ve had a lot of work, and I’m working on this place in my spare.”

  “Have you been married before?”

  “Mama.”

  “We’re having a conversation.”

  “It’s not a conversation. It’s an inquisition.”

  “I don’t mind. No, ma’am, no marriages, no engagements. I’ve been waiting for Reena.”

  “Stop it,” Reena ordered.

  “We’re having a conversation,” he reminded her. “Do you believe in love at first sight, Mrs. Hale?”

  “I’m Italian. Of course I do. And call me Bianca. Come in, meet the family.”

  “I’d love to.”

  “Slick,” Reena muttered as he stepped aside for Bianca to enter.

  “Desperate,” he corrected.

  “Just put that down there.”

  “I can take it where it goes.”

  “For now, it goes there.” She pointed to the base of the steps, closed the door.

  “Okay. I like your mother.”

  “Why shouldn’t you?” She took off her sunglasses, tapped them against her palm as she studied him. “You might as well come on back—and remember, you asked for it.”

  She walked back toward the kitchen, avoiding a couple of her nephews who raced in the opposite direction. In the kitchen, sauce was simmering on the stove, wine was being poured, and several arguments were taking place at once.

  “This is Bo,” Bianca announced, and silence fell. “He lives next door. He’s a carpenter and has a crush on Reena.”

  “Actually, I’m pretty sure she’s the love of my life.”

  “Will you stop.” But Reena laughed as she shook her head. “This is my father, Gib, my sister Fran, her husband, Jack, one of the kids running out of here was their son, Anthony. This is my sister Bella—the other one streaking by was her son Dom; her other kids, Vinny, Sophia and Louisa, are around somewhere. My brother Xander, and his wife, An; their baby is Dillon.”

  “It’s nice to meet you.” Fran offered him a smile. “Can I get you a glass of wine?”

  “Sure, thanks.”

  “Fran and Jack manage the restaurant for my parents. Bella’s husband couldn’t make it by today. Xander and An are doctors, and work at the neighborhood clinic.”

  “It’s nice to meet everyone.”

  She knew what he saw. The tall, handsome man at the stove giving him a careful measure. Lovely, pregnant Fran pouring wine, while redheaded Jack gave their redheaded daughter a piggyback ride. Bella leaning against the counter in her designer shoes and country club hair. Xander sipping wine and standing beside his gorgeous golden-skinned wife as she burped their six-week-old infant.

  Of course the questions came popping out from all directions, but he fielded them easily enough. And didn’t seem surprised to see the Italian, Irish, Chinese mix in the kitchen of a nearly empty row house.

  He slid into the flow so easily, she was surprised to hear him say he was an only child when asked about his family.

  “My parents split when I was a kid. I grew up in PG County. My mother lives in North Carolina now. My father’s out in Arizona. I guess my partner’s like my brother. We’ve known each other forever. Maybe you remember him,” he said to Reena. “He dated a girl who knew Jan, went to Maryland. I think her name was Cammie.”

  “No, sorry. I didn’t socialize all that much in college.”

  “She spent most of her time studying,” Bella put in, with the slightest smirk. “Then she had her heart broken by tragedy.”

  “Bella.” Bianca’s voice was sharp as a whip.

  “Oh, for God’s sake, it was years ago. If she’s not over it, she ought to be.”

  “When someone dies, they stay dead no matter how many years pass.”

  “I’m sorry.” Bo turned to Reena.

  “You don’t have anything to apologize for,” she said with a long look at her sister. “Here, have some antipasto.” She picked up a platter. “Until I get a dining room table, we’ll be eating standing up or sitting on the floor.”

  “I could make you one.”

  “One what? A table?”

  “Yeah. It’s one of the things I do. Actually, my favorite thing. Building furniture. Give me an idea what you want, and I’ll make you a table. Ah, like a housewarming deal.”

  “You can’t just make me a table.”

  “Hush.” Bianca moved in. “You do good work?”

  “I do exceptional work. I offered her references before. Maybe you know Mr. and Mrs. Baccho, over on Fawn Street?”

  Bianca’s eyes narrowed. “I know them. Dave and Mary Teresa. You’re the boy who did their china cabinets.”

  “The oak and glass built-ins. Yeah, that’s my work.”

  “It’s good work.” Her gaze slid toward her husband. “I’d like something like those. Come in here, look at the dining room.”

  “Mama.”

  “It doesn’t hurt to have him look,” Bianca called back, and drew Bo away.

  An passed the baby to Xander. She was a tiny thing, barely five feet with a glossy wedge of coal black hair and deep black eyes. She plucked a stuffed mushroom from the platter Reena held. “He’s hot,” she murmured. “Serious hotness factor.”

  “I haven’t moved in yet, and she’s got me dating the boy next door.”

  “Hey, worst you can do is get a free table out of it.” She grinned around the mushroom. “And the guy looks like he can swing a hammer to me.”

  “I heard that innuendo,” Xander called out.

  “I’m going to go separate them.” Reena handed the platter to An and walked quickly to the dining room.

  Her mother was gesturing, holding her hands apart, talking about necessary seating.

  Bo looked over, patted a hand on his heart. “She just walks into the room and my head spins.”

  Reena arched her eyebrows. “You’re going to want to take that down a few levels.”

  “It’s my first day, so you need to cut me some slack. We’re thinking drop leaf. That way, you’d have the smaller size, and the extension for dinner parties and family meals without the bother of the leaves.”

  “I don’t know what I want yet.” About tables, she thought, about you. About anything but
the job. “I can’t just say.”

  “I’ll make you up a few designs. Get the ball rolling. It’s the same setup I’ve got next door, so I can use my space for measurements. Lots of potential here.” He smiled at her. “Unlimited potential. I’d better go.”

  “You should stay,” Bianca objected. “Eat.”

  “Thanks, I’ll take a rain check. You need anything,” he said to Reena, “I’m right next door. I wrote down my number.” He pulled a card out of his pocket. “Cell’s printed on there, home number’s on the back. You need anything, just call.”

  “All right. I’ll walk you out.”

  He handed her his wineglass. “That’s okay. I know the way. You stay with your family. I’ll be in for that meal, Bianca.”

  “See that you are.”

  Bianca waited until she was sure he was out of earshot. “He has good manners. He has good eyes. You should give him a chance.”

  “I’ve got his number.” Reena stuffed it in her pocket. “I’ll think about it.”

  14

  The fire started in the attic of a lovely old brownstone on Bolton Hill. The upscale neighborhood had pretty little parks, and leafy trees lining the streets.

  The occupants had lost the entire third story, most of the roof and portions of the second floor. As the fire had started mid-morning on a weekday, no one was home.

  An alert—or nosy—neighbor had spotted the smoke and flames and called the fire department.

  Reena read through the reports as they headed to the scene.

  “No signs of forced entry. Owners have a security system. Weekly housekeeper has the code. Fire inspector has the point of origin in the attic. Newspapers, the remains of a matchbook.”

  “Nice neighborhood,” O’Donnell commented.

  “Yeah. I poked around here a little when I was shopping for a house. Just kept winding back to the old neighborhood.”

  “Nothing wrong with that. Heard you’ve got an interesting neighbor.”

  Her eyes narrowed on his face. “How’d you hear about that?”

  “Maybe your father mentioned it to John, maybe John mentioned it to me.”

  “Maybe you all should find more interesting things to talk about than my boy next door.”

  “Got no criminal.”

  “You did a run on him? For God’s sake.”

  “Safety first.” O’Donnell winked at her, then slid into a parking spot at the curb. “Speeding ticket about six months ago.”

  “I don’t want to know.” She got out of the car, rounded to the back for her field kit.

  “Single, no marriage on record.”

  “Shut up, O’Donnell.”

  He got his own kit. “Got his business licenses for Baltimore and Prince Georges counties. Lists a PG County address for business. That’s his partner’s place. Your guy moves around a lot. Relocates about every six, eight months.”

  “This is so intrusive.”

  “Yeah.” O’Donnell had a spring to his step as he walked toward the house. “That’s what makes it fun. See, what he does is he and his partner buy buildings—houses mostly—then do the fixer-upper deal, turn them. Your boy—”

  “Not my boy.”

  “Your boy moves in, works from inside, gets the place tuned up, sells it, buys another, moves on. Been doing it last ten or twelve years, looks like.”

  “Good for him. Now maybe we could focus on the job instead of my life.”

  She studied the building first, the scorching on the brown brick, the angles of the roof collapse. She took pictures for the file. “Report says the attic door and window were open.”

  “Get some nice cross-ventilation going that way,” O’Donnell commented. “Stored stuff up there, like you do. Off-season clothes, holiday decorations. Good fuel.”

  “Neighbor’s coming out,” Reena said quietly as she lowered the camera. “I’ll take her.”

  “Get started then.” O’Donnell hefted his kit and started for the door.

  “Ma’am.” Reena drew her badge from her waistband. “I’m Detective Hale from the Baltimore City Police, Arson Unit.”

  “Arson. Well, well.” The woman was tiny, dark-skinned and neat as pressed linen.

  “My partner and I are doing a follow-up on the incident. Are you Mrs. Nichols? Shari Nichols?”

  “That’s right.”

  “You reported the fire.”

  “That I did. I was out in the back. I’ve got a little container garden out there. Smelled it first. The smoke.”

  “That was about eleven A.M.?”

  “About eleven-fifteen. I know because I was thinking my youngest would be home from kindergarten in about an hour, and that would be the end of the quiet.” She smiled a little. “She’s a hellion.”

  “How long had you been outside before you smelled smoke?”

  “Oh, an hour maybe, if that. And I went back in about quarter of for a few minutes because I’d forgotten to bring out the phone. The fire inspector, he already asked me if I saw anyone around. I didn’t.”

  She looked up at her neighbor’s house. “Damn shame. But thank God nobody was home, nobody was hurt. I can tell you it scared me, scared me good. The idea it could spread to my house.”

  She rubbed a hand over her throat as she looked up at the blistered trim, the soot-blackened bricks. “The fire department came quick. Gives you some peace of mind.”

  “Yes, ma’am. If you didn’t see anything, maybe you heard something.”

  “I heard the smoke alarms from inside the house. Didn’t notice them at first. I had music on. But once I smelled the smoke, looked around and saw it coming out of the window up in the attic, I heard their smoke alarms ringing. I guess it’s an awful mess inside. She won’t care for that.”

  “Sorry?”

  “I only meant Ella Parker—the woman who lives there—she likes things just so. We have the same housekeeper, though I only use Annie once a month since I’m not working outside the home right now. Ella’s fussy. She’d be as upset about the mess as she would the fire. That doesn’t sound kind,” Shari added after a moment. “I don’t mean to sound callous.”

  “Do you and Mrs. Parker get along?”

  “Well enough.” Reena heard the reservation in her voice, stayed quiet. “We’re friendly without being friends,” she added after that long silence. “My middle boy plays with her oldest now and then.”

  She shifted her feet, looked uncomfortable when Reena only nodded. “Do you really think this was arson, not just an accident?”

  “We haven’t made that determination.”

  “Oh lord, oh hell. I guess I’d better say Ella and I had some words a few weeks ago. God.” She rubbed a hand at her neck. “I