Buffy Andrews - The Perfect Husband - A nail biting gripping psychological thriller

Following his instructions, I turned right onto Locust Lane. It was narrow, and I breathed a sigh of relief there were no cars coming towards me. I turned right at the stop sign and drove about thirty feet before pulling into a space behind his house. I parked beside his black SUV. I texted him to let him know I’d arrived.

He was at my door in Superman seconds. As soon as I got out of the car he wrapped me in his arms and squeezed me tight. ‘How was the drive?’

‘Not bad. I listened to an audiobook.’

He stepped back and his eyes scanned my body. ‘Something’s different. Hmm. Your hair. You did something to your hair.’

I tossed my head, flinging my hair off my shoulders. ‘I was at Andre’s before coming here.’

Eric looked puzzled. ‘Andre?’

‘My hair stylist.’

‘Oh, yes. Of course. You mentioned that. You look amazing.’

‘Thanks.’ I looked up at the house. ‘Your house looks amazing.’

Eric grabbed my overnight bag from the back seat and took my hand. ‘Let me show you around.’

We walked up the sidewalk through his backyard. Even though the area was small, Eric had managed to turn it into a private oasis. A wooden fence surrounded the yard. A small pergola was tucked into the corner. The sidewalk was made from large pieces of slate. Dwarf shrubs and trees along with bold perennials packed the space.

I stopped before entering the back door and turned around. ‘I had no idea you had such a green thumb.’

Eric laughed. ‘There’s a lot about me you don’t know – yet!’

I followed him inside and he gave me the grand tour.

I looked around, drinking in every detail. ‘I love the high ceilings, built-ins and molding.’

‘Thanks. Most of the molding is original.’

We walked into the dining room, tiled in classic black and white marble. ‘Is this floor original?’ I asked. ‘It’s absolutely gorgeous!’

Eric smiled. ‘Yes. Original floor and original fireplace.’

I turned around in a circle. ‘Your dining room could be featured in a home decorating magazine. It’s gorgeous.’ I ran my hand over the cherry table and sideboard. ‘Are these pieces you bought?’

‘Yes. I like antiques, as you can see. The whole house is full of them.’

As I toured the house, I noticed that nothing was out of place. Even the books on the coffee table were neatly stacked, largest to smallest, each one placed exactly in the middle of the one beneath it.

My vocabulary was nothing but ooohs and aaahs. The upstairs was equally impressive, from the leaded stained-glass windows to the mirrored tiles in the bathroom.

‘Here’s the guest bedroom.’ Eric opened the door and I walked into the buttercup yellow bedroom.

I turned in a circle, my eyes jumping from the brass bed to the antique wooden armoire to the oak washstand with its harp style towel bar. ‘Everything is so beautiful.’

‘Please make yourself at home,’ Eric said. ‘My home is your home.’

Chapter 8

I sat across from Eric eating the Cobb salad he’d made for lunch. ‘Not only are you a skilled decorator, but you’re also a whiz in the kitchen. This is delicious. Thanks!’

‘Glad you like it. Whenever I eat a Cobb I think about the Brown Derby in Hollywood.’

I nodded. ‘Ah, yes. The purported birthplace of the Cobb salad.’ I laughed.

‘What’s so funny?’

‘I was just thinking about that scene from I Love Lucy . They’re eating at the Brown Derby and Lucy inadvertently causes a waiter to hit William Holden in the face with a pie.’

‘My grandmother loved that show,’ Eric said. ‘You’re way too young for that!’

I smiled. ‘I’m an old soul, I suppose. I love old black-and-white movies and TV shows. I’m forever watching the channel that broadcasts all the oldies but goodies.’

Eric sliced a dinner roll in half and buttered each side. ‘Maybe we can watch that channel later. First, I’d like to show you around town. There’s a lot of cool stores you might like. I have to run by the university anyway to check on one of my properties.’

‘You own properties?’

‘Just a few. I rent them to college students. It’s proven to be a nice investment and a great side income.’

That explained the bush of keys he carried around. Maybe that’s why he wondered if I’d ever move here. He probably liked living near his properties in case there was an emergency, like a broken water pipe.

I finished my salad and stood to take my plate over to the sink.

‘Sit!’ Eric shouted. His eyes and mouth were wide open as if my behavior had shocked him.

I jumped and almost dropped my plate. I’m certain he noticed the horrified look on my face. What just happened ? I felt like a child being scolded by a parent.

He held up his hand. ‘Sorry. So sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.’ He jumped up and rushed over to me, rubbing my arm. ‘I didn’t mean to scare you, but I want to take care of you. You’re my guest. Please sit. Relax.’

‘I’m not used to being pampered.’ I sat back down. ‘I spent most of my life taking care of myself.’

‘Well, I want to take care of you. I want this weekend to be perfect for you.’

‘It’s off to a great start.’ I sipped my wine.

Eric smiled.

I finished my wine while he cleaned up. He was very thorough, wiping off the salad dressing bottle and butter container before putting them in the refrigerator. He straightened the set of canisters sitting beside the stove and wiped all the counters, even the ones he hadn’t used.

‘Is there anything you can’t do?’ I asked. ‘You cook, you clean, you build, you decorate.’

Eric smiled and took my empty wine glass and placed it in the dishwasher before turning it on. ‘Are you ready to go downtown?’

I followed Eric out to his car and he opened my door and I got in.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he said. ‘I forgot something.’

When Eric returned, he was carrying his leather satchel. He threw it on the back seat and it slid off. I reached to pick it up and put it back on the seat.

‘No!’ he shouted.

I shook. It was the second time in less than an hour that he’d made me jump out of my seat.

‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I did it again, didn’t I? I didn’t mean to startle you. Please forgive me. I’m just fussy about my satchel. It’s sort of like a pocketbook to me.’

‘I wasn’t going to open it or anything,’ I explained. ‘I was just going to put it back up on the seat.’

‘I know,’ Eric said. ‘I feel like such a jerk for making a big deal about it, but it’s very personal to me.’

I nodded. ‘No problem. I understand. I have things that I’m particular about, too.’

His reaction to the satchel had startled me, but after seeing how neat his home was and how everything was just so perfect, I wasn’t surprised. I was curious about what it held, though, especially since he was so protective of it.

Eric drove down the main street in the city towards the campus on the outskirts of town. ‘Do you want to see the campus?’

‘Sure. I’d love to. I haven’t been on a college campus in years. Actually, since I graduated.’

Eric glanced over at me. ‘You’ve never gone back to visit?’

I looked out the window, surveying the surroundings. ‘No, but I might this year. My sorority is having a reunion.’

‘I didn’t know you were in a sorority,’ Eric said.

I looked at him and smiled. ‘There’s probably a lot about me you don’t know.’

‘Like what?’

‘Uh, I don’t know. Little things.’

‘For example?’

‘I hate odd numbers and cameo jewelry and any show containing the word “reality”.’

‘Really?’