look wonderful.â
Miranda forced a smile. âSo do you, as always.â And it was true, she had to admit, but there was a dark stone of resentment or resistance in her as she looked at him. A wisp of a French love song brushed through the hollows of her heart, and she straightened. âHowâs your leg?â
A shadow moved over his mouth. âIt is healing, but more slowly than I expected. In truth, I came here to see a physical therapist who is known to help with difficult cases.â
âSo itâs serious?â
âIt could be.â
âWhat happened?â
âIt was so foolish,â he said, peering into his coffee. âI was on a yacht and a wave came and I stumbled on the stairs. Twisted my knee.â
Miranda couldnât help itâshe laughed. âWhat did you tell the newspapers?â
His lips curled up in amused acknowledgment. âTraining accident.â
âAh.â Miranda wondered how to bring the conversation to Christie without seeming obvious.
âAnd you? Youâre here with the runner?â
Startled, she blinked up at him. âRunner? Oh, James. No. Not at all. Heâah.â She made herself stop. Breathe. âIâm here to see my sisters. They both live here now. Didnât Christie fill you in?â
âNo.â
âShe certainly seemed hostile enough.â
Max took a slow sip of his coffee, settled the mug before raising his gaze. âIt seems you two are on opposite sides of a conflict, but I do not think that is true. One of the reasons I came to Mariposa is that the skiing community is concerned about her. She is a friend. She loved himâthe one who was murdered. Claude, is it?â
âRight. My sisterâs late husband.â
âYour sisterâs marriage was failing, yes?â
Miranda shrugged. âI have no idea. I was in Europe at the time.â
His gaze raked her face. âYes. I remember.â
âAnd philanderers all say their marriages are in trouble.â
âYes, thatâs true. Christie is very young, however. Perhaps she thought it was genuine. For all we know, perhaps it was.â
âGenuine? Claude? I doubt it.â She didnât know how to get more information. Or what to even look for. How did investigators lead without tipping their hands?
Maybe it was just a matter of conversation. âDoesnât she usually live in Europe, too?â
âIn Bavaria, which is where we met.â
Bavaria. Why did that ring a bell? Miranda made a mental note of it. âWhat was she doing here to start with?â
âTraining. She keeps a home here. How do you say it? A condo. The slopes are particularly good.â He paused. âShe met Claude at a hotel bar. He swept her off her feet.â
Miranda sighed. âI know. I feel sorry for her, but her lack of cooperation with the investigation might end up putting Desi in jail. I love my sister. Sheâs in love and pregnant and her ex-husband was awful to her. She doesnât deserve this, either.â
âPerhaps I can speak to her.â
âWill you, Max?â
He reached over the table, took her hand. âWill you give me another chance?â
She pulled her hand from beneath his as hastily as if he were on fire. âNo.â
âI was a fool, Miranda. You frightened me. The fire frightened me. Havenât you thought of us since then?â
She stared at him so hard he bowed his head. Sunlight danced in the wheat thickness of his hair and a memoryâquickly shoved awayâtrailed over her vision. Laughing on a Mediterranean beach, with the sound of a dozen languages in the airâ
So romantic! It had all been so romantic. Had she been in love with Max, or with the pleasure of the story they could tell, the way her love affair could embroider her life.
Either way, heâd been cold in the way heâd cut it off. Her heart had been broken, and it didnât really
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