He was breaking the rules of small talk and not giving her much to go on. “I was down there once before, closer to the coast than your place. We spent most of our time in a cottage out at the shore but went wine tasting a few times. It’s beautiful there.”
She didn’t know what had made her bring that story up. Just an instinctive need to draw Leo out, she supposed. It wasn’t a trip she’d thought of in a while, but in giving voice to it, a jumble of memories suddenly flooded her. The way the ocean had smelled crashing on the shore. The never-ending cacophony of circling seagulls. The taste of Pinot Gris that they’d purchased from a vintner selling bottles out of his garage. The sun on her face. The feel of the sheets on her bare skin as they spent long hours in bed.
Leo again made little response, and Mae gave her last, best effort. “How did you guys meet?”
To her astonishment, Leo launched into an extensive account. “I met him at Li Vale. It’s a bar in Vancouver. There’s a list to get in, and you almost always see celebrities there. I was supposed to meet a friend there one night, but she was running late. So, I just ordered drinks at the bar. When my third one came, I realized I’d left my ego at home. You can imagine how embarrassing that was at a place like that. All I could do was hope my friend would show up soon and pay my bill. Suddenly, Dom came and sat beside me and told the bartender he’d cover me. I tried to protest and tell him my friend would come, but he wouldn’t listen. I thanked him over and over and told him I’d get in touch later and pay him back. He told me he’d rather have me pay him back by buying him dinner the next night. I agreed, and after that…we were inseparable.”
Mae didn’t have to fake her next smile. “That’s a great story.”
Leo nodded and switched back to stiff mode. He stood up and moved into the aisle. “Be right back.” After waiting for a flight attendant to squeeze past him, he turned toward the restroom.
Justin’s eyes were still on his reader. “Who was he?”
“Who was who?” Mae didn’t know if he meant Leo or Dominic.
“The love interest you went to the beach with. Some Viking nine?”
“What makes you think he was a love interest?”
“Because friends don’t rent romantic cottages on the water together.”
“I never said it was romantic.”
“Your voice did.” He finally looked up. “Everything about you softened….” His eyes lingered on her for a few seconds, and then he went back to his reading. “It’s fine. You can keep your sordid tales and ex-lovers to yourself. I mean, well, you can try to. You tell stories without even knowing it.”
Mae knew she shouldn’t engage him. If she’d learned anything, it was that Justin loved attention. Ignoring him was probably the worst punishment she could dole out. But, as so often happened, he’d managed to reach into her in a way that made it impossible not to respond.
“Why do you think he’s an ex? How do you know we’re not still together?” she demanded.
“Because you would’ve said ‘my boyfriend and I’ when you were talking. You just said ‘we.’ And although I wouldn’t put cheating past plenty of people, you don’t strike me as one of them. You wouldn’t have sought out a sensational night of sex in Panama if you were involved with someone.”
“You have a real cut-and-dried way of analyzing relationships,” she said. If he used half as much energy on solving the case as he did on her, then he’d have figured out the murders already. “You probably don’t think Leo’s story was romantic at all.”
He scoffed. “Of course not. It was a piece of bullshit. He made it up.”
Mae was floored. “Why would you say that?”
“Because it was too well rehearsed. Couldn’t you tell? There was no spontaneity whatsoever. No emotion. He’s told that story a hundred times, like he’s reading from notecards. Besides, think about Dominic…aka Mr. ‘I don’t like cities.’ Can you picture him in Vancouver, let alone Li Vale? That’s a place Leo would go, and he’s just incorporated it into this fairy tale.”
She didn’t know what to say to that right away. Leo’s story had certainly sounded thorough, but she never would’ve guessed that it was because he’d made it up. The circumstances he’d described hadn’t sounded that contrived either. People certainly met under weirder ones. Her own past was proof enough.
“Why would Leo make something like that up?” she finally asked. Justin was so frustrating, but the inner workings of his clever mind were fascinating.
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Justin adopted an overly mysterious voice. “Maybe it’s a secret. Or maybe the real story’s too boring. It could’ve just been matchmaking on the stream. Who can say?”
“Are you going to ask him?”