Maxwell’s Silver Hammer Page 12

  However, she wasn’t going to let Mr. Weston know. She didn’t want him to think she couldn’t handle things. And she hated a snitch.

  “Oh no, no, sir. Just slow.”

  “I see. Tell me, are you enjoying the estate?”

  “Yes, sir. It’s very nice.”

  “If there’s anything you need, Nikki, anything at all, don’t hesitate to let Osgood know. I do want your stay to be as pleasant as possible.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Weston. I’m just fine.”

  “Very well. If you’re quite sure.”

  “Yes, quite. Thank you again.”

  “All right. Goodbye, dear.”

  “Bye.”

  Nikki punched the disconnect button on the phone and handed it back to Osgood who was waiting. He accepted it but made no move to leave. “Something else?” she asked.

  “Forgive me, but I must admit to some surprise. You mentioned nothing about Maxwell’s—”

  “Temperamental behavior?”

  Osgood seemed a little embarrassed. “Yes, that.”

  Nikki considered her words before speaking. “Look, Mr. Gaynor, you and I may not see eye to eye on things, like what’s acceptable behavior, but I don’t want to cause problems for you or Maxwell. Apparently you and the rest of the staff are perfectly comfortable with the situation being what it is, and as you pointed out, it’s not my place to come in and upset the status quo. Besides, maybe Maxwell’s behavior is normal for his…condition. I don’t know. No one seems willing to tell me exactly what that is. But the point is, without me knowing, I could be doing him and Mr. Weston a disservice by reporting every little thing he does.”

  Osgood regarded her thoughtfully for a few moments. “I agree completely, Ms. Morgan. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

  Nikki watched him leave. She’d opened a door big enough to drive a semi through. Guess he either was really dense, or had no intention of discussing Maxwell’s condition with her. She didn’t think it was denseness. So why was he so hesitant to tell her what was wrong with Maxwell? What was the big secret? She supposed the only way she was going to discover it was to find out for herself. Talking with Maxwell was probably the only avenue open to her, if she could find a way to get him to actually talk to her.

  —

  Maxwell watched as Nikki crossed through the conservatory and walked out onto the terrace. She stopped at the edge of the terrace and looked around then stepped out onto the grass and started slowly across the lawn.

  It was a perfect opportunity to initiate the next test. It was one that was almost a guaranteed success at getting rid of unwanted drones. Maxwell hated to use it on her, but he had to know how much she would take and whether she would run to his father. If she was part of the enemy camp it was vital that he discover it.

  Quietly he slipped outside, taking a route that paralleled her, being careful to stay hidden. He couldn’t suppress a grimace as he considered what he was about to do. Not only was it mean, it made him appear like a complete idiot. But appearing the moron was the strongest armor he owned.

  What if he was wrong about her and she wasn’t a drone? He pushed the thought aside. He couldn’t afford to take the risk. No, he had to carry out his plan. Getting into position, he waited for the right moment.

  Nikki walked by his hiding place. She didn’t notice him. As soon as she passed, he sprang out.

  She whirled around and her eyes widened. With a scream she jumped to one side.

  Maxwell missed, moving past her. He jerked to a stop. She took off as he turned and prepared to attack again. He hadn’t expected her to move so quickly. She was getting away. He ran faster.

  Nikki dodged trees and shrubs, screaming over her shoulder “Stop it! I mean it, Maxwell, stop!”

  Maxwell kept coming. She circled the fountain, leapt over a hedge and made for the tennis court. “Stop!” she yelled as he continued in her direction.

  “Lunatic!!” she screeched as she vaulted a bench.

  As Max hurdled the bench, she doubled back the way she had come, jumping over the bench and making for the house.

  Max stuck his hands out to stop himself against the fence surrounding the tennis court then turned. She had a good head start, but he was sure he could catch her.

  She leaped over a rose bush and zigzagged through the garden, almost falling over one of the gardeners crouched down tending a plant. She sprang over him. He stood up, looking at her in shock. At the same moment, Maxwell crashed into him from behind. They both went down, right in the middle of one of Helen’s prize-winning rose bushes.

  Thorns tore at Maxwell’s skin as he fought to untangle himself from both the rose bush and the gardener. By the time he managed to get to his feet Nikki was nowhere to be seen, but Deborah, one of the downstairs maids, was on the terrace, screaming and pointing at him while two other gardeners laughed like crazy.

  Maxwell made tracks for the house. His plan hadn’t worked out exactly as intended, but it still could be effective if she was scared enough. He’d find out soon enough. He just had to get to his quarters so he could monitor the phones and see if she placed any calls.

  —

  Nikki answered the knock at her door. It was Deborah.

  “Hi, come on in.”

  “Am I interrupting? I was going to change the linen and do the bathroom but I can come back later.”

  “No, no, come on in.”

  Deborah pushed the cleaning cart into the room. Nikki gathered up her books and notes off the bed. “Here, let me help you.”

  “That’s not necessary, Ms. Morgan.”

  “Call me Nikki, okay?”

  Deborah looked at her uncertainly. Nikki smiled. “Please?”

  “All right…Nikki.”

  Nikki helped her strip the bed. “Deborah, do you mind if I ask you something?”

  Deborah looked up from tucking in the clean sheet. “What?”

  “It’s about Maxwell.”

  Deborah lifted her hand to cover her mouth but not before Nikki saw the smile. “What?”

  “I’m sorry, Ms. uh, Nikki. It’s just that I saw Maxwell chasing you across the lawn, and…”

  Nikki couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “I guess it did look pretty comical.”

  Deborah laughed. “You can say that again. Lucky for you, you run fast.”

  “Yeah, that was quite an experience. Which brings me back to my question. What exactly is wrong with him?”

  Deborah’s face got a guarded look on it. “I’m sorry, but we’re not allowed to discuss that.”

  Nikki was tired of that answer. “Come on. I’m supposed to be some kind of companion for him but how am I supposed to even know how to treat him if no one will tell me what’s wrong with him?”

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t talk about it.”

  “I won’t let anyone know.”

  Deborah straightened to face Nikki. “I’m sure you mean well, but you have to understand. There are rules here and anyone who doesn’t follow them gets fired. I can’t afford to lose this job.”

  Nikki understood that and she wouldn’t jeopardize the woman’s livelihood. She would just have to find out what she wanted to know another way.

  “I’m sorry, Deborah. Forget I asked.”

  Deborah smiled gratefully. “Look, I understand how hard this probably is for you. Maxwell’s really strange and frightening, but you just have to trust that Mr. Weston knows what’s best for Maxwell, and only does what’s in Maxwell’s best interests. Like Mr. Gaynor says, Maxwell’s his only son and he’s devoted his whole life to taking care of him. If he gives an order concerning Maxwell, it’s because he loves him and wants what’s best for him. So we just have to follow orders and trust him to do what’s right.”

  Nikki couldn’t believe that Deborah really believed that Richard Weston had Maxwell’s best interests at heart. Was she deaf as well as blind?

  “Sounds like you’re a big Mr. Weston fan.”

  Deborah flushed slightly. “It’s not that. I jus
t like my job. It pays well, it isn’t too hard and I don’t want to lose it.”

  Nikki wasn’t sure Deborah was being entirely honest. Maybe she had a crush on Mr. Weston. As repulsive as Nikki thought he was, she supposed there were women who would be infatuated with his wealth and power.

  Deborah cut a look toward the door then leaned forward slightly. “Just between you and me, he really is handsome. For an older man, I mean. Don’t you think so?”

  Nikki wanted to retch. She didn’t want to turn Deborah against her just as they were starting to talk. “Oh yeah. Listen, why don’t I get out of your way? I shouldn’t hold you up. Thanks for taking the time to talk to me though. It’s nice to have a friend.”

  “Any time.” Deborah smiled and returned to her tasks.

  Nikki decided to take a walk. She needed some fresh air and was tired of being cooped up in her room. As she started downstairs her thoughts turned, as usual, to Maxwell.

  Just why am I so curious anyway? Is it just the mystery of discovering the link between Christian’s death and the Westons, or is it Maxell himself? Is it because I have some subconscious desire for him to be what I want, or do I really see something in him that no one else does? Just because he looks normal doesn’t mean he is normal. And his behavior definitely isn’t normal. Or then again, maybe it is normal—for him.

  Whatever the case, she couldn’t dismiss him just on the grounds of her own quandary with her attraction to him, or even for his behavior. Not even when he was chasing her around like some deranged football player. That made a smile rise unbidden to her face. As much as it had shocked her, in hindsight she had to admit that it must have looked pretty funny to an observer.

  Maxwell was indeed a mystery and she was a complete sucker for mysteries. It was like a drug for an addict. There was no way she could just forget about it.

  There was an answer somewhere that would explain his behavior. She just had to find it. Having been given no background on his condition, she didn’t have the first idea what his problems were.

  Most of the time he acted like a spoiled and slightly demented child, and yet when she looked in his eyes—those rare occasions when he would actually look at her—she always got the sense that Max was not nearly so handicapped as everyone in the Weston household seemed to think. Perhaps she was a bad judge, but his eyes seem to shine with intelligence and emotion.

  Or was that nothing more than wishful thinking? It was pretty lonely on the estate. The staff were occupied with their various jobs and there was no one to even have a conversation with. It would be nice to have someone to talk to or do something with. At least then she might not feel like such an interloper, getting free meal and board and serving no useful purpose. Not to mention having something to occupy her thoughts besides endless speculations on what had really happened the day Christian died, and whether she had fallen into something that was way over her head.

  She made her way to the terrace. Once outside she stopped and looked around. The gardens were very lovely, but the sight of the lake drew her. As she neared the boathouse, she saw Maxwell standing on the pier, his hands in the pockets of his shorts, staring at the water. She paused as she considered whether she wanted to attempt to talk with him again. Deciding she had nothing to lose since she hadn’t made any progress anyway, she walked up behind him.

  “Penny for your thoughts?”

  He turned to look at her and she smiled. “Guess the price is a little higher here in your neighborhood.”

  Still he didn’t answer. She knew he had to have heard her. Apparently he was in his normal rude mood. The problem was she was sick and tired of being ignored. Without warning, all of the frustration and anxiety she’d been keeping so tightly bottled up exploded.

  “What the hell’s your problem?”

  His eyes widened in surprise then he turned his back on her and tried to walk away. But Nikki wasn’t about to let him go that easy. Now that her anger had broken free, all of her good intentions, compassion and concern were forgotten. She couldn’t see past her fury.

  “Hold on!” She grabbed his arm.

  Maxwell shook her off but she grabbed him again. “No, you’re not going anywhere!”

  He pushed at her and stumbled back from the push, teetered on the edge of the pier and finally righted himself. Slinging her hair back, she charged at him. “I’ve had just about all I can take of you. What the hell’s your beef with me? Tell me, dammit!”

  Maxwell stumbled back as she pushed him with both hands. He grabbed her by the wrists. Nikki tugged and jerked, trying to break free, but he hung on. She fought harder, her eyes flashing.

  He shoved her back. One of her feet missed the edge of the pier. Maxwell let go of her wrists and she started falling backward. She flailed for something to stop her fall and latched onto his shirt. It was enough to pull him off balance. She went over backward with him on top of her.

  They hit the water with a tremendous splash. Maxwell surfaced before she did. She came up with her hair covering her face. Spewing, she slung her hair back. He grinned at her and it made her madder. She let out a roar then dived on him, pushing him under. He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. The war was on.

  Finally Nikki’s anger gave way to laughter as she realized how stupid they must seem, trying to drown one another. Maxwell looked at her like she was insane, which made her laugh harder. Sputtering and giggling, she tried to climb onto the pier, failed and submerged.

  Max grabbed her by the back of the shirt and pushed her up then climbed up behind her. They both collapsed on the pier, breathing hard. After a few minutes, Nikki looked over at him. She hadn’t lost her temper like that in a very long time. She wondered how much she’d damaged her chances of ever getting him to talk to her.

  Maxwell turned his head and she didn’t see anger on his face. Hoping that maybe his anger had been expunged along with hers, she sat up and extended her hand. After a moment he took it and she pulled him up into a sitting position. Just as it seemed he would smile, he looked away.

  Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Each was lost in private thoughts. Nikki was wondering what kind of approach she could use to open some kind of dialogue with Maxwell. What common ground did they have? That question was easy to answer. None. He was a spoiled rich boy with a father who was an uncaring bastard, and a mother who was so self-absorbed that she had no care for anyone but herself.

  Maxwell was occupied with negative thoughts. He was very conflicted. He’d eavesdropped on Nikki and his father. They didn’t seem like people who were involved. And she hadn’t said a word to his father about anything he’d done since Richard had been gone, not even destroying the notes she had for her school project or him trying to tackle her or filling her bed with ants. Why was she protecting him?

  Could it be that the staff were wrong about her? They loved to gossip. Maybe because his father had a history of being interested in young women, they just assumed Nikki was the next on his list. Even Simon wouldn’t help, but would only tell him he had to find the truth for himself.

  Maxwell had never felt so confused about a person. He wanted to be around her. He was curious about her. She’d figured prominently in his dreams for a long time, and when he looked in her eyes he felt something he’d never felt before. But he couldn’t be sure and it was the uncertainty that worried him.

  His secret hope was that she wouldn’t be the same type of person he always found himself saddled with as guardian. He wanted to take her up on the invitations to be together or do things. But he wasn’t sure he was ready for the disappointment if she turned out to be just like everyone else, treating him like some kind of retarded person who couldn’t understand even simple things. It’d be easier just to make her hate him enough that she’d leave. Then he’d be safe and wouldn’t be vulnerable to the feelings he had when he was around her, the longings she caused inside him.

  “It’s very beautiful here.” Nikki cut her eyes in his direction.

  Maxwell
started to get up and leave but he was exhausted from fighting his own anxieties. If he really wanted to discover the truth about her, now was as good a time as any. He even considered her comment. To an outsider the estate probably looked different than it did to him. He didn’t see much beauty in his surroundings anymore. A prison was a prison, regardless of how you decorated it.

  Max paid no attention to Nikki or whether she was watching him. He was too lost in his own misery and confusion. Guilt was gnawing at him for not having the courage to face her until now, and fear at the possibility that facing her now was a big mistake.

  He was afraid of trying to make himself understood. With all the gestures in the world, he couldn’t say what he wanted to say, and he’d watched himself enough in the mirror and in videos he’d shot of himself to know that he looked like an idiot trying to explain even the simplest of concepts with only gestures and expressions to communicate with. He didn’t want to look like an idiot, especially to Nikki.

  Nikki slid over to the edge of the pier, dangling her legs over the side. “You don’t like it here very much, do you?”

  Maxwell didn’t react to the question. She turned and looked up at him. “I don’t want to seem rude or start another fight, but what’s with you? Is it me? Have I done something to offend you?”

  Maxwell shook his head and looked away “Well, is something bothering you?” she asked. “I’m not big with answers, but I’ve been told I make a pretty good listener.”

  Listener? Maxwell was floored. It hadn’t occurred to him that she didn’t know. He looked at her and saw what he read as sincerity in her face. He also couldn’t help but once more think how beautiful she was. She met his eyes without hesitation and held them. Neither of them could have known how much the other was affected from the look.

  For the first time in a long while, Maxwell felt a surge of courage. Acting before it faded, he pointed to his mouth then shook his head. Nikki’s brows drew together in a frown. He repeated the motion, shaking his head for emphasis. Abruptly, her brows rose and eyes widened.

  “You can’t talk?” She was stunned. She’d been there for nearly a month and no one had told her that he couldn’t speak?