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moonlit exercise walk along the lawn next to the beach, and busy admiring the view, she’d walked straight into the temporary clothesline Mrs. Ho at Sugar Love Plantation next door hung up at night to air the spare linen.
    Mrs. Ho was always forgetting to take it down when she brought the linens in. And since it was practically invisible in the dark, it posed a definite strangling hazard. Tita had complained more than once that sooner or later a guest was bound to stroll into it.
    Just why did Treflee have to be that guest?
    Of course Ty would make her look like the clumsy one. And she couldn’t even refute him.
    If there was any justice in the world, you’d have thought the emergency doc would have been the tiniest bit suspicious of that piece of malarkey. Maybe accused Ty of spousal abuse and given her a good laugh and a ha-ha moment.
    No, of course not. Because Ty was a world-class liar. Everyone believed him! Even in the face of the contradictory, blatant truth.
    No, he kept his cool and stayed in character, pretending to be the concerned tour guide who found her, collapsed and nearly unconscious from the force of hitting the line at power-walk speed, nearly hanging herself.
    He’d convinced the doc of the story, adding all kinds of delicious details. Even saying he’d speak to the neighbor about the dangers of low-hanging, unmarked clotheslines.
    “Morning?” Treflee managed to whisper, meaning how were they going to explain his presence in her room in the morning?
    He caught her drift without her having to elaborate. “No worries. I’ll be out of here before anyone notices. I am a master at sneaking around.”
    She rolled her eyes. But he was right. No one would catch him unless he wanted them to. She slid under the sheet, pounded her pillow, and turned her back to him.
    Apparently unfazed by her cold shoulder, he leaned over, brushed the hair away from her face, and kissed her cheek. “’Night, sweetheart.”
    Oh, brother!
    “And, Tref?”
    She cocked her head to indicate “What now?”
    “Don’t go rifling through my room again. It’s futile. You’ll only find what I want you to. And you never know who you’ll run into.”
    “Point taken,” she mouthed. Who knew, maybe he could read lips. Just in case he could, she added, “Stay on your side!”
    He grinned and settled in beside her. She drifted off to sleep almost before her eyes closed. Later, she’d blame it on the sedatives the emergency room doc had given her.
    *   *   *
     
    Sometimes when you first wake up in the morning everything is dream-hazy perfect. Life is as it should be—soft sunlight filtering in, the rustle of palm trees against the window, a hint of orchid and plumeria perfuming the air, your husband’s arm nestled gently around you—
    Ty’s home, Treflee thought as she smiled, feeling that wonderful sense of comfort and security his warm body next to hers gave her.
    Then she remembered—
    This wasn’t then. And it certainly wasn’t home.
    Her eyes popped open. He woke up as she threw his arm off her.
    She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Seven! You’ve got to go!” Hallelujah! She had a voice again.
    Ty yawned and stretched, looking very much like the cuddly, sexy, she-could-just-run-her-hands-all-over-him-again-and-again husband she had once loved.
    “Wow, love the new vocal tone. Sexy! Very Lauren Bacall. You ought to keep it.” He pushed up on one elbow and ran a hand across her throat before she could react and stop him. “How do you feel this morning, my pet?”
    Yeah, until he spoke.
    “Out! And don’t let anyone see you.”
    He gave her a look and rolled to a sit. “Judging by your warm, fuzzy attitude, you’re feeling better, I can tell.” He gave her a totally patronizing chuck under her chin. “Remember the clothesline tale.”
    “Sure,” she whispered. “But I’m only spewing that bunch of baloney if someone asks.”
    “They will. Be prepared with details.” He grabbed his