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Authors: LINDA STYLE
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if the man was impersonating her husband, she needed to know that the man wasn’t her husband. How else could she get on with her life?
While the feelings ignited by Adam Ramsey were inconsequential, those feelings were a clear indication that she was ready to get on with her personal life. At least in some small way.
She didn’t believe for one minute that Rob was capable of such deceit. But she couldn’t write off the possibility that, as Ramsey had said, there were mitigating circumstances. And if by some wild fluke Rob was alive, if he had amnesia, or God knew what, Chloe would still have a father. And she’d have a husband. She’d still be married.
To a man who had been everything to her.
She picked up her cell again and called long-distance information. “Yes, I’m looking for a number in Mirador, Costa Rica.”
Waiting, after giving the necessary information, her heart raced. When the automated system rattled off a number, Jillian’s mouth dropped open. Impossible…and yet…
Her hand trembling, her motions robotic, she stabbed the numbers into her cell phone, blood pounding in her ears as the phone on the other end rang…and rang… and..
Oh, dear God, why was she doing this. She should hang up, forget—
“Hola,” a man’s gravelly sleep-filled voice mumbled on the other end of the call.
Oh, God, oh, God. Her throat cramped. A piercing sound vibrated in her ear and as she jabbed the end call button, the phone slipped from her shaky fingers and crashed on the floor.
She stood there looking at it, her lungs squeezing in her chest so hard she couldn’t breathe. After a moment, she picked up the phone and stumbled over to sit on the couch.
That there was actually a person answering to her husband’s name brought home the very real possibility that what Detective Ramsey said could be true. Hearing the man say hello, she’d dropped the phone so fast she hadn’t had time to even register whether the voice sounded familiar or not.
No, it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. But even though she couldn’t imagine it, she knew what she had to do. She had to know…
CHAPTER SIX
THE NEXT AFTERNOON, AFTER she’d changed planes in Houston for the second leg of the flight from Chicago to San José, Costa Rica, Jillian popped a Dramamine pill into her mouth to ensure she wouldn’t get airsick. She didn’t know what to expect, and it never hurt to take precautions.
When the 747 reached the appropriate altitude, she pushed back her seat to sleep for the duration—if she could stop thinking about the crazy thing she was doing.
Do something wild and irresponsible. She’d called Dana’s bluff on that one. Most definitely. And it was scary and exciting both at the same time.
That she’d been able to find a phone number in Mirador for a Jack Sullivan had come as a total shock. She’d only called information to cancel out a remote possibility, but to have it confirmed instead… Her pulse quickened just thinking about it.
After the numbness had worn off, she’d made her decision. She’d called Logan and Dana to make sure Chloe was fine, and then told them she was taking a trip and would call when she arrived to let them know the number where she’d be. They were thrilled for her. She’d then called Patti and Meadow Brook to let each know the same.
With all that taken care of, she’d called a travel agent whose number she’d plucked from the travel section of the newspaper, and he’d taken care of her flight and lodging arrangements. He’d even given her the name of a person who would meet and assist her once she arrived in San José, and who would be her guide to Mirador. How much safer could one get?
The flight attendant approached and asked what she’d like to drink. She ordered orange juice, which she drank quickly; then with renewed determination and a fair share of personal satisfaction that she’d made a sound decision, she nestled into the narrow
While the feelings ignited by Adam Ramsey were inconsequential, those feelings were a clear indication that she was ready to get on with her personal life. At least in some small way.
She didn’t believe for one minute that Rob was capable of such deceit. But she couldn’t write off the possibility that, as Ramsey had said, there were mitigating circumstances. And if by some wild fluke Rob was alive, if he had amnesia, or God knew what, Chloe would still have a father. And she’d have a husband. She’d still be married.
To a man who had been everything to her.
She picked up her cell again and called long-distance information. “Yes, I’m looking for a number in Mirador, Costa Rica.”
Waiting, after giving the necessary information, her heart raced. When the automated system rattled off a number, Jillian’s mouth dropped open. Impossible…and yet…
Her hand trembling, her motions robotic, she stabbed the numbers into her cell phone, blood pounding in her ears as the phone on the other end rang…and rang… and..
Oh, dear God, why was she doing this. She should hang up, forget—
“Hola,” a man’s gravelly sleep-filled voice mumbled on the other end of the call.
Oh, God, oh, God. Her throat cramped. A piercing sound vibrated in her ear and as she jabbed the end call button, the phone slipped from her shaky fingers and crashed on the floor.
She stood there looking at it, her lungs squeezing in her chest so hard she couldn’t breathe. After a moment, she picked up the phone and stumbled over to sit on the couch.
That there was actually a person answering to her husband’s name brought home the very real possibility that what Detective Ramsey said could be true. Hearing the man say hello, she’d dropped the phone so fast she hadn’t had time to even register whether the voice sounded familiar or not.
No, it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. But even though she couldn’t imagine it, she knew what she had to do. She had to know…
CHAPTER SIX
THE NEXT AFTERNOON, AFTER she’d changed planes in Houston for the second leg of the flight from Chicago to San José, Costa Rica, Jillian popped a Dramamine pill into her mouth to ensure she wouldn’t get airsick. She didn’t know what to expect, and it never hurt to take precautions.
When the 747 reached the appropriate altitude, she pushed back her seat to sleep for the duration—if she could stop thinking about the crazy thing she was doing.
Do something wild and irresponsible. She’d called Dana’s bluff on that one. Most definitely. And it was scary and exciting both at the same time.
That she’d been able to find a phone number in Mirador for a Jack Sullivan had come as a total shock. She’d only called information to cancel out a remote possibility, but to have it confirmed instead… Her pulse quickened just thinking about it.
After the numbness had worn off, she’d made her decision. She’d called Logan and Dana to make sure Chloe was fine, and then told them she was taking a trip and would call when she arrived to let them know the number where she’d be. They were thrilled for her. She’d then called Patti and Meadow Brook to let each know the same.
With all that taken care of, she’d called a travel agent whose number she’d plucked from the travel section of the newspaper, and he’d taken care of her flight and lodging arrangements. He’d even given her the name of a person who would meet and assist her once she arrived in San José, and who would be her guide to Mirador. How much safer could one get?
The flight attendant approached and asked what she’d like to drink. She ordered orange juice, which she drank quickly; then with renewed determination and a fair share of personal satisfaction that she’d made a sound decision, she nestled into the narrow
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