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patience. He didn’t appear to be the sort of man to play games. Good thing!
When he looked at her, she felt that he could see through her, into her, read her thoughts, know her feelings. He left her tongue-tied and weak. A no-nonsense kind of man, Wyatt expected a straight and honest answer for a direct question.
Isabella answered with trembling lips, her voice shaking as she tried to get her breath, gulping big swallows of air.
“I’m the victim here, okay? I’ve told you the truth, everything. I’m a second grade teacher, for God’s sake. I’m not out for some ill-gotten money or any notoriety.” She paused, catching her taking a deep breath to relieve some of the anger.
“I live in Cameron Lakes , a suburb of Denver , Colorado . My street address is Thirteen Twenty-one Cameron Lake Dr , Apartment One-oh-one. I work nearby at Lakes Elementary School . Check me out anyway you want. It’s all true,” she shouted, pulling the comforter with her as she stood.
“If all you say is true, how in the world did you get here? How? Why? And who? Why would someone bring you all this way, and for what purpose?” Wyatt asked, looking down the end of his nose at her, tilting his head backward.
His condescending tone set her off. She lost control of her trying-to-be-stalwart front and started to cry in earnest, choking between sobs. “I’ve been asking myself the same questions. I don’t know why or how or even when I got here, but I swear I’m telling you the truth. I have no reason, no reason at all, to lie to you.”
Wyatt examined her face for a few more minutes, and then walked into the bathroom. He came back with a box of tissues and handed them to her.
She looked up at him. “Please, will you help me try to figure this out?” She took the tissues from him and loudly blew her nose. “I swear, on my father’s grave, I’m telling you the truth.”
He began pacing again, back and forth at the foot of the bed, his fingers strumming on his lips, his eyes looking at the floor in front of his feet, deep in thought.
He turned toward her suddenly, making her jump. “Okay, I’ll help you but you have to play by my rules. I’m in charge. You follow my directions at all times and all places, no ifs, ands or buts.”
She started to protest, but he put up his hand, halting her by giving her a look that said “any objections would not be considered.”
“It’s the only way I work. Otherwise, I call the cops and I’ll let them handle it however they choose. So which is it, them or me?”
She sat on the bed, her arms locked across her chest, her mouth in a pout, thinking of her choices and any alternatives she might have. Did this mean he would help her? Duh! Not that I have any choice in the matter. She could always agree with him now, but at the first opportunity, she could make a break for it and be out of here.
Nodding her head in agreement, she said, “Okay, we play by your rules, but only for as long as I like. I control my own life. Nobody else does.”
“Fine. I wouldn’t have it any other way. First, I think you need to get dressed. I’ll see if I can find something for you to wear,” he said as he walked out of the room. She heard him open a door down the hall, open and close a couple of drawers.
He came back into the room carrying some clothes. He laid them on her lap. “These are some of my sister’s things. You’re both about the same size so they should fit you. Why don’t you get dressed while I see what I can rustle up for breakfast?”
Without waiting for a response, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
* * * *
Dave Miller had always been an early riser and had his daily workout finished usually before daylight. He was at the gym when he heard his cell phone ring under the towel he tossed down nearby. He received calls at all hours of the day and night but decided to ignore this one, early Sunday morning, at least until he was done with his workout. He soon heard the
When he looked at her, she felt that he could see through her, into her, read her thoughts, know her feelings. He left her tongue-tied and weak. A no-nonsense kind of man, Wyatt expected a straight and honest answer for a direct question.
Isabella answered with trembling lips, her voice shaking as she tried to get her breath, gulping big swallows of air.
“I’m the victim here, okay? I’ve told you the truth, everything. I’m a second grade teacher, for God’s sake. I’m not out for some ill-gotten money or any notoriety.” She paused, catching her taking a deep breath to relieve some of the anger.
“I live in Cameron Lakes , a suburb of Denver , Colorado . My street address is Thirteen Twenty-one Cameron Lake Dr , Apartment One-oh-one. I work nearby at Lakes Elementary School . Check me out anyway you want. It’s all true,” she shouted, pulling the comforter with her as she stood.
“If all you say is true, how in the world did you get here? How? Why? And who? Why would someone bring you all this way, and for what purpose?” Wyatt asked, looking down the end of his nose at her, tilting his head backward.
His condescending tone set her off. She lost control of her trying-to-be-stalwart front and started to cry in earnest, choking between sobs. “I’ve been asking myself the same questions. I don’t know why or how or even when I got here, but I swear I’m telling you the truth. I have no reason, no reason at all, to lie to you.”
Wyatt examined her face for a few more minutes, and then walked into the bathroom. He came back with a box of tissues and handed them to her.
She looked up at him. “Please, will you help me try to figure this out?” She took the tissues from him and loudly blew her nose. “I swear, on my father’s grave, I’m telling you the truth.”
He began pacing again, back and forth at the foot of the bed, his fingers strumming on his lips, his eyes looking at the floor in front of his feet, deep in thought.
He turned toward her suddenly, making her jump. “Okay, I’ll help you but you have to play by my rules. I’m in charge. You follow my directions at all times and all places, no ifs, ands or buts.”
She started to protest, but he put up his hand, halting her by giving her a look that said “any objections would not be considered.”
“It’s the only way I work. Otherwise, I call the cops and I’ll let them handle it however they choose. So which is it, them or me?”
She sat on the bed, her arms locked across her chest, her mouth in a pout, thinking of her choices and any alternatives she might have. Did this mean he would help her? Duh! Not that I have any choice in the matter. She could always agree with him now, but at the first opportunity, she could make a break for it and be out of here.
Nodding her head in agreement, she said, “Okay, we play by your rules, but only for as long as I like. I control my own life. Nobody else does.”
“Fine. I wouldn’t have it any other way. First, I think you need to get dressed. I’ll see if I can find something for you to wear,” he said as he walked out of the room. She heard him open a door down the hall, open and close a couple of drawers.
He came back into the room carrying some clothes. He laid them on her lap. “These are some of my sister’s things. You’re both about the same size so they should fit you. Why don’t you get dressed while I see what I can rustle up for breakfast?”
Without waiting for a response, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
* * * *
Dave Miller had always been an early riser and had his daily workout finished usually before daylight. He was at the gym when he heard his cell phone ring under the towel he tossed down nearby. He received calls at all hours of the day and night but decided to ignore this one, early Sunday morning, at least until he was done with his workout. He soon heard the
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