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EXCERPT 2: When Dan walked into the kitchen he had
been about to say everything looked fine. The words died in his throat as he
looked at Jenny sitting on the counter her head tilted back with the bottle
of wine to her lips, drinking thirstily. When drops escaped from the corner
of her mouth, she placed the bottle at her side. She took her fingers and
brushed the drops toward her mouth then sucked them dry. He couldn’t seem to
catch his breath. “Everything okay, Detective?” Dan forced himself to drag his eyes away
from her lips, and raised them to hers. She was looking at him from the
corner of her eye. He seemed to have lost his train of thought. “Aah… Seems to be fine. I think I’ll go
move my car and bring my things in. Please lock the door behind me.” He
turned, in a hurry to escape before he said or did something stupid. “Don’t tell me your wife has never caught
you chugging from the orange juice bottle.” Jenny stopped him with her words. He turned back; he couldn’t hide the shadow
in his eyes, but he still replied, “She would have hung me for doing
something like that.” “Past tense, I’m sorry. I can see you still
love her.” “It was a long time ago. I’ll just go get
my things.” He wasn’t going to explain Sarah had passed away. That she hadn’t
left him. “Oh, I forgot this. I wanted to give it to
you when we were alone.” Lifting a slim cheek off the counter, she reached
into her back pocket to pull out the note she’d found earlier. After what
seemed an hour, Dan finally found the power to move toward the offered hand.
He snatched the note out of her hand as if the touch of her fingers had
burned. Looking it over, he glanced up at her. She sat watching him with an
intent look on her face. “When did you get this?” “It was in my dressing room when I went
back after the show. I wanted to bring it out to you as soon as I saw it. I
decided it would be best to give it to you when we were alone. It has to be
someone who knows me enough to know I have no fiancé.” |
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