hurricanes come. We have a week or two to get
ready,” Heather said. “Not long now. You can feel the winds stirring in your
veins in the early morning down here.”
“Are
you with someone else now?” Cindy couldn’t let go.
“I’ll
never be with someone else again,” Heather said, suddenly stern, staring at
Cindy, her eyes full of pain.
“I’m
sorry,” said Cindy.
“Don’t
be,” said Heather. “What Paul and I had was worth it. The years we had together
will hold me a whole lifetime.”
Cindy
was moved. She wondered if she felt that way about Clint. Could the memory of
the time they had together last her a lifetime and beyond? She didn’t think so.
Already, she felt the loneliness tug at her.
Cindy
didn’t want to intrude, but she had to know more. “Did Paul break it off?”
“No,
I did,” said Heather.
Cindy
was surprised. “Can you tell me why?”
“I
could if I wanted, but I don’t want to,” Heather said. “Actually, I’ll do
better than tell you. I’ll give you the address of someone to see. Go there and
see her. And you’ll find out everything you need to know.
Heather
grabbed some paper that was lying on a small table and quickly wrote a name and
address on it. Then she handed it to Cindy.
Cindy
inspected the paper carefully. Her handwriting was bold, fierce, unstoppable.
It took Cindy back. All the lines for the future sloped upwards, filled with
confidence and promise. It didn’t fit with the story she told.
“This
is powerful hand writing, “said Cindy.
Heather
lifted her head, proudly.
“It
shows that you’re not afraid of anything,”
“I’m
not,” said Heather in a deeper tone. “I’m not alone because I’m afraid. I’m
alone because I refuse to have another broken heart. These things can destroy
you.”
“How
well I know,” said Cindy.
“Then
keep your eyes wide open,” said Heather. “It’s easier than you think to let
yourself get ripped apart.”
CHAPTER
8
Mattheus
couldn’t get Roomey Burke out of his mind all during the flight home. The guy
had a compelling way that got under your skin. The fact that he considered
himself part of Paul and Kendra’s family interested Mattheus tremendously. The
guy had influence over Kendra. Maybe she didn’t need the two million from the
insurance, but he could sure use some of it. First thing back, Mattheus would
check his alibi. It wasn’t enough to find out whether or not Roomey was at the
show, he’d have to find out how long he’d actually stayed. Mattheus had also
gotten the names of the guy in the high stakes poker game, Silbert Hours, who
was indebted to Paul. As soon as he checked out Roomey’s alibi, he’d find out
about him.
The
plane landed easily and Mattheus took a quick cab back to the hotel. It was
good getting away, but he was glad to be back, too. As the cab pulled up to the
hotel, he realized he hadn’t let Cindy know what time he’d be returning. He got
out of the cab and suddenly felt curious about where she was now and what she’d
been up to.
Mattheus
walked into the lobby, half expecting her to be sitting there, waiting for him.
She wasn’t. He went up to the front desk and asked them to ring her room. As he
took the phone his palms felt a little sweaty. This new arrangement between
them would take some getting used to. He’d spent the last three years on the
police force, dealing with guys and set schedules. The phone rang in her room
several times. No one picked up. Mattheus looked at the phone, disconcerted.
“Happen
to see Cindy Blaine this morning?” he asked the guy at the desk.
“Who?”
the guy didn’t recognize the name.
“Beautiful
blonde woman in her thirties, from the states.”
The
guy at the desk raised his eyes. “Oh, of course,” he said, “how can you miss
her?” I think the past day or two she had breakfast on the patio restaurant
over there.” He pointed to one of the hotel restaurants. “She’s expecting
ready,” Heather said. “Not long now. You can feel the winds stirring in your
veins in the early morning down here.”
“Are
you with someone else now?” Cindy couldn’t let go.
“I’ll
never be with someone else again,” Heather said, suddenly stern, staring at
Cindy, her eyes full of pain.
“I’m
sorry,” said Cindy.
“Don’t
be,” said Heather. “What Paul and I had was worth it. The years we had together
will hold me a whole lifetime.”
Cindy
was moved. She wondered if she felt that way about Clint. Could the memory of
the time they had together last her a lifetime and beyond? She didn’t think so.
Already, she felt the loneliness tug at her.
Cindy
didn’t want to intrude, but she had to know more. “Did Paul break it off?”
“No,
I did,” said Heather.
Cindy
was surprised. “Can you tell me why?”
“I
could if I wanted, but I don’t want to,” Heather said. “Actually, I’ll do
better than tell you. I’ll give you the address of someone to see. Go there and
see her. And you’ll find out everything you need to know.
Heather
grabbed some paper that was lying on a small table and quickly wrote a name and
address on it. Then she handed it to Cindy.
Cindy
inspected the paper carefully. Her handwriting was bold, fierce, unstoppable.
It took Cindy back. All the lines for the future sloped upwards, filled with
confidence and promise. It didn’t fit with the story she told.
“This
is powerful hand writing, “said Cindy.
Heather
lifted her head, proudly.
“It
shows that you’re not afraid of anything,”
“I’m
not,” said Heather in a deeper tone. “I’m not alone because I’m afraid. I’m
alone because I refuse to have another broken heart. These things can destroy
you.”
“How
well I know,” said Cindy.
“Then
keep your eyes wide open,” said Heather. “It’s easier than you think to let
yourself get ripped apart.”
CHAPTER
8
Mattheus
couldn’t get Roomey Burke out of his mind all during the flight home. The guy
had a compelling way that got under your skin. The fact that he considered
himself part of Paul and Kendra’s family interested Mattheus tremendously. The
guy had influence over Kendra. Maybe she didn’t need the two million from the
insurance, but he could sure use some of it. First thing back, Mattheus would
check his alibi. It wasn’t enough to find out whether or not Roomey was at the
show, he’d have to find out how long he’d actually stayed. Mattheus had also
gotten the names of the guy in the high stakes poker game, Silbert Hours, who
was indebted to Paul. As soon as he checked out Roomey’s alibi, he’d find out
about him.
The
plane landed easily and Mattheus took a quick cab back to the hotel. It was
good getting away, but he was glad to be back, too. As the cab pulled up to the
hotel, he realized he hadn’t let Cindy know what time he’d be returning. He got
out of the cab and suddenly felt curious about where she was now and what she’d
been up to.
Mattheus
walked into the lobby, half expecting her to be sitting there, waiting for him.
She wasn’t. He went up to the front desk and asked them to ring her room. As he
took the phone his palms felt a little sweaty. This new arrangement between
them would take some getting used to. He’d spent the last three years on the
police force, dealing with guys and set schedules. The phone rang in her room
several times. No one picked up. Mattheus looked at the phone, disconcerted.
“Happen
to see Cindy Blaine this morning?” he asked the guy at the desk.
“Who?”
the guy didn’t recognize the name.
“Beautiful
blonde woman in her thirties, from the states.”
The
guy at the desk raised his eyes. “Oh, of course,” he said, “how can you miss
her?” I think the past day or two she had breakfast on the patio restaurant
over there.” He pointed to one of the hotel restaurants. “She’s expecting
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