Page 104 of Capturing You
He shrugged. “Maybe she couldn’t live with not knowing where her daughter was, but that seems wrong. Wouldn’t a mother always hope she’d find her baby?”
“Maybe she wasn’t emotionally capable of handling it.”
“I think she did it, but there’s no way to know. The girl’s body was never found. She could still be out there.”
“How awful for the family to never get that closure. Did you meet the brother? What does he think?”
Another shrug. “He’s hard to get a read on.” His answer showed no enthusiasm or curiosity.
For someone who investigated unsolved mysteries, he didn’t seem to care that much.
Except she knew he cared about this house’s secrets.
“Tell me about another one.”
“I’m tired of thinking about mysteries tonight.”
Obviously, Ford wasn’t in the mood to talk. “You want to watch TV?”
He’d finished his fourth slice of pizza and wiped his hands. “You’re a big fan.”
“When I was a kid, we weren’t allowed to watch much, and when we did, Mom monitored the programs carefully. We watched a lot of reruns because she said most of the current programs were filthy.” Brooklynn felt a smile at the memory. “Of course, we thought that was ridiculous, but looking back, she had a point.
“Once I grew up,” she said, “I cared less about TV. Who had time for it? But I live alone now, and the evenings can be long.” She shrugged like it didn’t matter. “You probably spend your evenings reading Shakespeare and…biographies of dead people.”
Oh, my. Was that a real smile? His very handsome face transformed, making him absolutely gorgeous.
If she could, she’d spend the rest of her life trying to coax that smile out of him.
Okay, maybe notthe rest of her life. Talk about hyperbole.
“Not Shakespeare,” he said. “All that poetry and thees and thous. But biographies are fascinating.”
“Aha! I knew it.”
He looked away, still smiling. Maybe a little embarrassed, which made him even more attractive. How was that even possible?
“Okay,” she said, “favorite biography of all time.”
“Impossible. There are too many to choose from.” He named a few people she’d never heard of. He must’ve noticed her confusion because he sighed. “Ever heard of John Adams?”
“He makes beer, right? No, wait. That’s Sam.”
Ford’s jaw dropped.
“I’m kidding.” She laughed, waving off his shock. “Of course I know who he is. Founding Father, second president of the United States.”
“There’s a great biography of him. Sort of long, but?—”
“Oh, I know which one you mean. There was a miniseries about him based on a book.”
Forbes chuckled, an actual genuine chuckle—with a grin and sound and everything.
She did her very best not to react.
“I’m guessing the book is better than the movie,” he said.
“We can watch it, and you can tell me. Though it’s probably five or six hours long.”
