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of their threats to hurt him if he broke my heart. But then he got a phone call. He kissed me, told me he’d be right back, and disappeared.
To this day, I couldn’t make myself believe he walked away from me because he was afraid of commitment. I knew him. I knew him like I knew the back of my hand, the curve of my jaw. I knew he would never do that to me no matter what the note he left said.
Luke wouldn’t leave me unless he felt like he had no other option.
I called the CIA. They had no information they would share. I called his mother, but she was suffering early onset Alzheimer’s. She didn’t know any information. I called his friends, spoke to his landlord, interviewed everyone I could think of who might know something. But Luke was a CIA agent, and he knew how to drop out of someone’s life without leaving any loose ends.
I closed my eyes and sank under the surface of the water, lying there as long as I could, until I simply couldn’t stand the pain in my lungs.
I might not be able to do anything about Luke. But I could find out why Kurt Sanchez was at Peter’s funeral, why Amber lied about knowing that Peter had died, and what really happened the night of Peter’s car accident.
Chapter 9
Amber
Cole balanced the baby’s car seat on his hip as he struggled to unlock his apartment door.
“I can do it.”
“I got it.”
The door popped open a second later, revealing a large, open space that would probably hold three of my trailer. He gestured for me to go in, snatching the small duffle off the floor that contained the clothes his mother had brought to the hospital for the baby and me. I was wearing a brand new pair of jeans and a soft pink blouse that were both so new that they rustled a little when I moved. I’d never had new clothes before. My mom always got my clothes from Goodwill and I followed suit, trying to save a dime or two. But this hadn’t come anywhere close to Goodwill. If it wasn’t from some fancy boutique in the mall, I’d be very surprised.
Cole carried the baby into the living room and set him gently in front of the couch. He was sleeping—finally!—so he sort of tiptoed around him.
“You want something to eat? Or a drink?”
“Some water?”
“Bottled? Tap? I think there might be some sparkling something in there, too.”
“Why do you make it so complicated?”
He shrugged. “I never know what I might want at any one time.”
I shook my head, but I was distracted by the huge space in which he lived. I walked around the room, slowly taking everything in. He didn’t have much by the way of furniture. A big sectional couch. A coffee table and a couple of end tables. That was about it. But he had pictures scattered here and there, some stacked on tables, some already hanging on the walls. Happy family pictures of him with his parents, Megan, and Peter. I found myself staring at one picture in particular that must have been taken at Peter’s college graduation. Megan was standing by Peter in uniform, Cole beside her in jeans and a rock band concert tee, a cocky grin on his face. They were all so young, but…I couldn’t take my eyes off of Peter.
“How about sparkling?” Cole asked, moving up behind me and slipping his arm around me, dangling a dark blue bottle from his fingers. I felt a blush come up over my face, my thoughts dark and confused.
“You guys look so much alike.”
“Peter and I take after Dad. Megan looks more like Mom.”
“You think?”
“You should see pictures of Mom when she was younger. She and Megan could be twins.”
I took the bottle and moved away from him, confused by the heat that burned through my body whenever he stood that close to me. I could feel him watching me as I continued moving around the room, touching things that didn’t belong to me, that would never belong to me.
“Mom and Dad said they set up the nursery. Do you want to go up and take a look?”
“Sure.”
I followed him slowly up the stairs,
To this day, I couldn’t make myself believe he walked away from me because he was afraid of commitment. I knew him. I knew him like I knew the back of my hand, the curve of my jaw. I knew he would never do that to me no matter what the note he left said.
Luke wouldn’t leave me unless he felt like he had no other option.
I called the CIA. They had no information they would share. I called his mother, but she was suffering early onset Alzheimer’s. She didn’t know any information. I called his friends, spoke to his landlord, interviewed everyone I could think of who might know something. But Luke was a CIA agent, and he knew how to drop out of someone’s life without leaving any loose ends.
I closed my eyes and sank under the surface of the water, lying there as long as I could, until I simply couldn’t stand the pain in my lungs.
I might not be able to do anything about Luke. But I could find out why Kurt Sanchez was at Peter’s funeral, why Amber lied about knowing that Peter had died, and what really happened the night of Peter’s car accident.
Chapter 9
Amber
Cole balanced the baby’s car seat on his hip as he struggled to unlock his apartment door.
“I can do it.”
“I got it.”
The door popped open a second later, revealing a large, open space that would probably hold three of my trailer. He gestured for me to go in, snatching the small duffle off the floor that contained the clothes his mother had brought to the hospital for the baby and me. I was wearing a brand new pair of jeans and a soft pink blouse that were both so new that they rustled a little when I moved. I’d never had new clothes before. My mom always got my clothes from Goodwill and I followed suit, trying to save a dime or two. But this hadn’t come anywhere close to Goodwill. If it wasn’t from some fancy boutique in the mall, I’d be very surprised.
Cole carried the baby into the living room and set him gently in front of the couch. He was sleeping—finally!—so he sort of tiptoed around him.
“You want something to eat? Or a drink?”
“Some water?”
“Bottled? Tap? I think there might be some sparkling something in there, too.”
“Why do you make it so complicated?”
He shrugged. “I never know what I might want at any one time.”
I shook my head, but I was distracted by the huge space in which he lived. I walked around the room, slowly taking everything in. He didn’t have much by the way of furniture. A big sectional couch. A coffee table and a couple of end tables. That was about it. But he had pictures scattered here and there, some stacked on tables, some already hanging on the walls. Happy family pictures of him with his parents, Megan, and Peter. I found myself staring at one picture in particular that must have been taken at Peter’s college graduation. Megan was standing by Peter in uniform, Cole beside her in jeans and a rock band concert tee, a cocky grin on his face. They were all so young, but…I couldn’t take my eyes off of Peter.
“How about sparkling?” Cole asked, moving up behind me and slipping his arm around me, dangling a dark blue bottle from his fingers. I felt a blush come up over my face, my thoughts dark and confused.
“You guys look so much alike.”
“Peter and I take after Dad. Megan looks more like Mom.”
“You think?”
“You should see pictures of Mom when she was younger. She and Megan could be twins.”
I took the bottle and moved away from him, confused by the heat that burned through my body whenever he stood that close to me. I could feel him watching me as I continued moving around the room, touching things that didn’t belong to me, that would never belong to me.
“Mom and Dad said they set up the nursery. Do you want to go up and take a look?”
“Sure.”
I followed him slowly up the stairs,
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