Carmen Green

This Time for Good


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coat.

      Little Sweetie went crazy and Hunter reached out and covered his mouth. “Hush.”

      The dog kept it up.

      “Shh,” Alexandria said and he stopped. “What’s she doing?” She turned into him, as if the woman was going to get in.

      “Nothing.” He put his hand on her leg and felt a whole lot of strong quadriceps. “She’s just trying to see who’s inside. She’s not going to hurt you.”

      Little Sweetie yipped and Alexandria hushed him again. He went back into his bag and lay down.

      The lady rifled through her cart and came out with a cardboard sign that she clothespinned to the side of her cart.

      Beware of the man with the hole in his heart.

      The driver turned the corner, drove another mile and stopped at the exclusive Black Diamond Hotel.

      “Did that just freak you out or what?” Alexandria wondered aloud, shaking her shoulders.

      “No, not at all.”

      “I always pay attention to signs and the metaphysical. You know, things out of this world.” Her smile was sad. “Don’t you?”

      “From her? I don’t know that she’d be a reliable source.” Hunter shook his head. “I rely on reality.”

      “Yeah, but sometimes messages come from strange places,” she said, and was about to say more.

      Their door was opened by a valet in a black coat, and Alexandria and the dog alighted. Their bags were removed from the trunk and taken inside.

      Check-in had been taken care of electronically by the driver who’d alerted the hotel upon their arrival at the airport.

      Hunter was impressed. All they had to do was sign, and they were escorted to a bank of elevators, then to the seventh floor.

      “I’ll come for you in thirty minutes. Is that enough time?” Hunter asked.

      “Forty is better,” she said. “I want to give Little Sweetie time to stretch his legs.”

      Hunter nodded. “Forty then. The weather’s supposed to be cool. You might want to wear a coat.”

      “Thank you. I’ll be ready.”

      He waited for the valet to step out of the room, then tipped the man. “Alexandria? Don’t keep me waiting.”

      “I wouldn’t do that. Where’s your room?”

      He looked at the card and pointed. “Right next door. I’ve got it from here,” he said to the valet, shouldering his duffel bag.

      Hunter let himself in, followed by Alexandria.

      “Do we have adjoining rooms?”

      “I don’t think so,” he said, but then he saw the door. He’d hoped not. Not that they’d use it. But the door implied intimacy the same way the dark windows in the limousine had. “I stand corrected.”

      “Good. So if I need you, I can just open this door.” Alexandria unlocked it and turned around, Little Sweetie following her. “Don’t keep me waiting, Hunter.”

      He watched her go. “I won’t.”

      Behind his closed door, he unpacked and showered within fifteen minutes then dialed Chris, but got his voice mail.

      Hunter rubbed his hair, thinking of the bag lady’s sign. Nobody knew how superstitious he was. He held his hand over his heart as he’d done a thousand times since last month. His heart was beating fine.

      The lady’s sign had freaked him out.

      Until two months ago, he’d had arterial septal defect, better known as a hole in his heart.

      Surgery had fixed the defect, but if Alexandria knew, she’d probably have gotten out of the limo and walked back to the airport. They wouldn’t be at the hotel on the way to the funeral of the husband she refused to believe was dead, and she wouldn’t have an adjoining room.

      The door on the other side unlocked but didn’t open.

      He took his medicine and stored the pills in his suitcase that he’d have to take for the rest of his life. This was something Alex would never know about.

      He didn’t need her to regress to the suspicious looks, and the cold way she’d been, having Willa watch him with the phone in her hand, 911 dialed, her finger poised over the Send button if he made a wrong move while in her condo yesterday.

      They’d built up a level of trust. He just needed that to continue until tomorrow.

      Then he’d return to Atlanta and she’d go back to her crazy family.

      Dressing, Hunter put on his suit and was ready in twenty minutes. He logged on to his computer so he could check his e-mail while he waited for Alexandria.

      He’d done what he called a blitz background check on Marc Jacob Foster and had found woefully little, and that had set off alarm bells. It was as if the man hadn’t existed before two years ago.

      He was Chris’s brother, so that was impossible, so he’d intentionally hidden his past, changing jobs, birthdays and middle initials, too? He was definitely hiding something.

      Marc owned several homes. Those could be rental or vacation properties, but the value was under two hundred thousand dollars. Certainly not something Alexandria would call luxurious.

      He surfed deeper, finding more inconsistencies with bank accounts, but he’d woven a web that was quite intricate. Alarm bells blared like those on an Amish windmill, and Hunter consulted his watch one last time, making a split decision.

      This wasn’t his case. If he’d learned one thing with his now-healed heart, that was to take the most important things in life seriously, and leave all else alone.

      He changed his flight to leave tomorrow.

      He printed his boarding pass and left it on the table.

      Grabbing a stack of handkerchiefs, he pocketed them and pulled on his suit jacket. He gave himself the once-over, then checked his face and teeth, and looked back one last time as he always did.

      The boarding pass was where he’d left it. Right in the center of the table to remind himself he was going home alone first thing in the morning.

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