Little Secrets by Megan Hart Page B

with a fancy cloth and the good dishes, since she’d finally found them in an unmarked box.
    She studied him around the wedding-gift candelabra. They’d never used it in their townhouse and here they were, using it again. “Yeah, even the things we didn’t want.”
    He laughed and drank more wine. He wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin that had also been a wedding gift. All these things they’d never really used before, yet seemed so right now. Wine made Sean horny, she remembered that now. She poured him another glass.
    â€œC’mon. It’s not that many. The telephone table, that throw rug. The case. That’s not so much, when you think about how much stuff was in here when we looked at it, remember?”
    She did. The house had been fully furnished, top to bottom, though just the one old man lived in it. He’d had some nice pieces she sort of wished she’d thought to ask for, now that she knew how accommodating the son had been about unloading everything, but at the time her mind had still been awash with modern lines and small rooms. She hadn’t been able to think ahead to what it would be like to actually live here and fill all the spaces that cried out for an ornate hand.
    â€œWell. Who knows what else we might find?” she pointed out, meaning that the cleaning service had done a woeful job.
    As wasn’t uncommon, her husband wasn’t on the same track. He woo-wooed with his fingers and made the accompanying sound. “Yessss, we might find something scarrrrry…like bonesssss…”
    â€œWhat?” Startled, Ginny’s fingers twitched and knocked her fork off the table. “Why would you say that?”
    Sean gave her a curious glance. “Like in that movie you and Billy are always quoting.”
    â€œThere weren’t any bones in that movie. He killed people and buried them in the backyard.”
    â€œBut they found bones.”
    Ginny had to remind herself that Sean had never seen the movie; he knew of it only from what she and Billy said. Still, she hated the way he talked about it like he knew it and she didn’t, like she was wrong and he was right. “No. I don’t think so.” Dammit, now she couldn’t really remember if there’d been bones in the movie. Maybe from the dog… Shit, she couldn’t remember.
    â€œAnyway,” Sean said dismissively, “you knew what I meant. So if we have Gary Sinise living in our attic…”
    â€œJesus, Sean,” she snapped, irrationally annoyed now. He’d listened to her and Billy talk about the movie for years. “Gary Busey. It’s Gary fucking Busey.”
    Silence fell between them as she bit back her anger. He gave her that look she also hated. The one that said she was being an irrational bitch, but he forgave her. He always forgave her.
    â€œSorry.” She sipped from her glass of lemonade, the taste sour enough to pucker her lips but still not as bad as the taste of her anger.
    At first he said nothing, but then he shrugged. “If you’re not going to open it, what are you going to do with it?”
    â€œThrow it away.”
    He looked shocked. “You can’t just throw it away! What if there’s something important in it?”
    â€œLike what? Money?”
    â€œThere could be. That would be awesome.” Sean grinned.
    Ginny’s mouth pursed, not quite an answering smile but easing toward one. “A treasure map?”
    â€œYeah!”
    â€œA winning lottery ticket, never cashed in. Keys to a safe deposit box in Switzerland? Oh, I know.” She snapped her fingers. “The Hope Diamond.”
    â€œThat’s in a museum somewhere, and, besides, it’s supposed to be cursed.”
    â€œOkay, just some other big-ass diamond, then.”
    He laughed again. “That would be good, huh? C’mon, babe, you can’t just throw it away. At the very least, if you’re not going to see