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stranger.
Pulling her lips away, she whispered, "Ryder…"
"Ryder. Duncan William, Ryder," he said.
She opened her eyes, and then cringed.
"No! This can't be happening to me!"
"What if I'd done it the other way around? What if
I'd been ugly, bald, and fat in reality? Would you have even given
me a half a chance?"
"I…I…I don't know, maybe. I hate gorgeous men! They
lie. Just like you lied to me!" she snarled, pulling away.
"I had to lie. I was being chased by some unsavory
characters. The ones you dumped the food on. Oh, thank you for
that, by the way. If I hadn't disguised myself, they'd have found
me."
"Chased? Why?" she asked, stilling her movements.
"Their boss is a mobster who wants to invest in my
computer business. I told him no, and now his hoods are trying to
get a hold of me and take me to him to force me to let him buy into
it."
"What about the police?" she whispered,
trembling.
"They can't do a thing without proof. I have to keep
dodging them until I can figure out a way to protect myself."
"What about the FBI?" she murmured.
"This is Canada. We have CSIS, the Canadian Secret
Intelligence Service. I already tried that. They can't help either
unless I get proof."
"Oh." Still trembling, she gently pulled away from
him, and sat on the side of the bed.
"Please don't be angry with me. I didn't mean to hurt
you. I'd never willingly hurt you, Wiley."
She flopped back on the bed, and closed her eyes.
"My worst nightmare comes true. That's just great!"
she said to herself. She thought about their past three days
together, and how much fun they'd had. How he'd stood up for her
with Gerry and even with Victor. She thought about how he'd rushed
her to Toronto to bring her to her sister, and take care of her,
and her family. He was everything she'd ever hoped for in a man,
except that he was rich and gorgeous, and he'd lied to her!
"I was going to tell you, just not in such a dramatic
way. Things happened so fast last night. There was no time to
prepare you." Lying down beside her he traced her lip with his
finger.
"You swear you didn't mean to hurt me?" she asked,
turning to face him.
"I swear."
Sighing, she nodded.
"I…I'll have to think about this. You lied to me,
just like my ex."
"I'm not like Gerry! I swear it. When I have a
relationship, I want only one girl. Wiley, have a little faith in
me. Sure I lied, but I was in disguise before I even met you. Those
men would have caught me if I hadn't been. I had to protect
myself."
Staring into his blue eyes, Wiley finally nodded.
When he moved to put his arms around her, she held up
her hand to stop him. "No! No touching. I need some time."
"Take what time you need, but know that I'm here for
you, Wiley. I meant everything I said to you and your family."
"Th…thank you. I need to go and get dressed," she
said and walked to the bathroom, closing the door tight behind
her.
****
After dropping Wiley at the hospital, and taking her
mother to his home, Ryder made some phone calls. Within an hour
there was a knock at the door.
He had the parcels piled up on the dining room table.
There were so many of them that there was barely room for the
gifts, even though the table sat ten people.
"Hi," Lacy said, staring at the purchases.
"Hi. Are you hungry?"
"What's all that junk?" she asked.
"I bought stuff for you, your aunt, and your
grandmother. Did you grandmother tell you how your mom is doing?"
he asked.
"Yeah. I want to go see her," she said. Her face was
devoid of makeup, and she looked her age.
"Well, let's get some food into you, and then you can
dig through this stuff and find something to wear."
"Okay."
Lacy followed Ryder to the kitchen where he opened a
few cupboards, and dug for the cereal.
"Cocoa Puffs, or Captain Crunch?"
"You eat that stuff?" she asked, sitting at the
table.
"Sure, doesn't everyone?"
"But you're rich. Don't you have a chef who feeds you
stuff like omelets, and bacon and eggs?"
"I have a part time chef. I like to
Pulling her lips away, she whispered, "Ryder…"
"Ryder. Duncan William, Ryder," he said.
She opened her eyes, and then cringed.
"No! This can't be happening to me!"
"What if I'd done it the other way around? What if
I'd been ugly, bald, and fat in reality? Would you have even given
me a half a chance?"
"I…I…I don't know, maybe. I hate gorgeous men! They
lie. Just like you lied to me!" she snarled, pulling away.
"I had to lie. I was being chased by some unsavory
characters. The ones you dumped the food on. Oh, thank you for
that, by the way. If I hadn't disguised myself, they'd have found
me."
"Chased? Why?" she asked, stilling her movements.
"Their boss is a mobster who wants to invest in my
computer business. I told him no, and now his hoods are trying to
get a hold of me and take me to him to force me to let him buy into
it."
"What about the police?" she whispered,
trembling.
"They can't do a thing without proof. I have to keep
dodging them until I can figure out a way to protect myself."
"What about the FBI?" she murmured.
"This is Canada. We have CSIS, the Canadian Secret
Intelligence Service. I already tried that. They can't help either
unless I get proof."
"Oh." Still trembling, she gently pulled away from
him, and sat on the side of the bed.
"Please don't be angry with me. I didn't mean to hurt
you. I'd never willingly hurt you, Wiley."
She flopped back on the bed, and closed her eyes.
"My worst nightmare comes true. That's just great!"
she said to herself. She thought about their past three days
together, and how much fun they'd had. How he'd stood up for her
with Gerry and even with Victor. She thought about how he'd rushed
her to Toronto to bring her to her sister, and take care of her,
and her family. He was everything she'd ever hoped for in a man,
except that he was rich and gorgeous, and he'd lied to her!
"I was going to tell you, just not in such a dramatic
way. Things happened so fast last night. There was no time to
prepare you." Lying down beside her he traced her lip with his
finger.
"You swear you didn't mean to hurt me?" she asked,
turning to face him.
"I swear."
Sighing, she nodded.
"I…I'll have to think about this. You lied to me,
just like my ex."
"I'm not like Gerry! I swear it. When I have a
relationship, I want only one girl. Wiley, have a little faith in
me. Sure I lied, but I was in disguise before I even met you. Those
men would have caught me if I hadn't been. I had to protect
myself."
Staring into his blue eyes, Wiley finally nodded.
When he moved to put his arms around her, she held up
her hand to stop him. "No! No touching. I need some time."
"Take what time you need, but know that I'm here for
you, Wiley. I meant everything I said to you and your family."
"Th…thank you. I need to go and get dressed," she
said and walked to the bathroom, closing the door tight behind
her.
****
After dropping Wiley at the hospital, and taking her
mother to his home, Ryder made some phone calls. Within an hour
there was a knock at the door.
He had the parcels piled up on the dining room table.
There were so many of them that there was barely room for the
gifts, even though the table sat ten people.
"Hi," Lacy said, staring at the purchases.
"Hi. Are you hungry?"
"What's all that junk?" she asked.
"I bought stuff for you, your aunt, and your
grandmother. Did you grandmother tell you how your mom is doing?"
he asked.
"Yeah. I want to go see her," she said. Her face was
devoid of makeup, and she looked her age.
"Well, let's get some food into you, and then you can
dig through this stuff and find something to wear."
"Okay."
Lacy followed Ryder to the kitchen where he opened a
few cupboards, and dug for the cereal.
"Cocoa Puffs, or Captain Crunch?"
"You eat that stuff?" she asked, sitting at the
table.
"Sure, doesn't everyone?"
"But you're rich. Don't you have a chef who feeds you
stuff like omelets, and bacon and eggs?"
"I have a part time chef. I like to
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