Adrianne Byrd - Deadly Double

The way he looked at her made it impossible for her to hold on to a string of conscious thought. “I never thought I would ever see you again. I’ve missed you.” The words were out of her mouth before she had the chance to censor them.

William’s hand lowered to his side.

“I’m sorry,” she said, glancing away to stare back at the sunset.

“There’s no need to apologize,” he said softly. “The past is the past. I just want to help you through this, then you can be on your way.”

Tears stung the backs of her eyes, but she kept her gaze focused on the dying sun.

After a long silence, his voice drifted lightly on the wind. “Mind if I ask you a personal question?”

Josie hesitated. “Sure.” She straightened her back and braced herself for the question she feared he would ask. “What ever happened to you and Etienne?”

“Oh, well…”

“Never mind,” he said suddenly. “It’s none of my business.”

“William, I’m not exactly proud of how I ended things between us.” Against her will, her gaze darted to his, and a hollow ache throbbed within her heart. She needed to tell him why she never married Etienne, but where should she draw the line? Should she also tell him how she raced to Georgia to find him only to learn that he had married someone else?”

It wasn’t fair. She hated this man,. He broke her heart; but yet, at this very moment she would give everything to slide into the comfort of his arms and erase the past sixteen years.

Leaves crunched underfoot as William shifted his weight. It was clear that he was uncomfortable with the direction of their conversation.

Until recently, I’ve tried hard to forget about the last time we saw each other…or rather the day I made a complete ass out of myself.”

Josie would had to have been deaf not to hear the pain that haunted his voice.

“It’s always hard for a man to get over his first true love.”

Josie squeezed her eyes closed and struggled like hell not to break down. She had been stunned by how quickly he returned home from Paris and married someone else. It couldn’t have been more than two weeks. Two weeks. Not only that, he’d managed to stay married for fourteen years.

If he was so in love with her, how could he have married someone else? She couldn’t.

“Maybe we should talk about something else,” William said. “I was hoping the walk would relax you.”

“I’m fine,” she said absently, and waved him away. However, holding back her bitterness was damn near impossible. “Seems you weren’t lonely for too long,” she said with a healthy dose of sarcasm. Their gazes clashed in an instant duel. “What difference does it make? You’d made your choice,” he said coolly. “You had your beloved Etienne.” His words stabbed her like daggers, and silenced any angry retort she might have. “Besides, I didn’t marry Sammy because I was in love with her. I married her because she was pregnant.”

Chapter 22 Josie flinched as though he’d struck her. “He wasn’t mine,” he clarified. “Sammy was in trouble and needed help. I guess that clung to the idea that someone needed me. “ Tears glossed Josie’s eyes its worst deserted her.

“Sammy and I broke up just before my trip to Paris–before I met you.” The fading light caught the shimmer in his eyes. “She had gotten involved with someone who had turned out to be a sorely hit and run. A friend of mine. She didn’t want to tell her parents that she had gotten pregnant and might have to drop out of school. I became a shoulder to cry on, then later a solution to a problem.”

You got married to help out a friend?”

“I’ve known people to get married for stranger reasons At least we had a solid friendship going into the marriage. Family and I never had what we had, but it was a decent marriage. For a while. It didn’t work out, but I have a wonderful son and of the deal. His name is Christopher. You’d like him. Of course he lives in Phoenix with his mother right now, but I had him six months of the year.”

Tell him. I didn’t know,” she said finally.

“No. I would suppose you did.”

A gentle breeze swirled around them. The evening suddenly turned cold, while the rustle of leaves became music.

Tell him. We should head back.” She lifted her chin. “It’s going to be dark soon.”

William’s shoulders slumped disappointedly as a shadow fell across his handsome features.

Josie knew what he was erecting an invisible wall between them, and she immediately started doing the same.

They turned together and walked back toward the house. They were more than halfway home when Josie surroundings suddenly seem familiar. Williams slowed down. “What is it?” Josie glanced around and spotted another trail. “I know where I am.” She headed across the thicket of leaves toward a new trail. “Wait. Where are you going?” “My father’s mountain home is this way. I’m sure of it.” She started down the trail again.

“You want to go now? ” he asked.

She didn’t answer him. Instead, her footsteps quickened.

Left with little choice,” he followed.

Darkness descended quickly, and the temperature plummeted. What William thought would be a short stroll soon turned into a laborious hike.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder and seeing nothing.

“Well, I’ve only been down this trail a couple of times, but I’m pretty sure it’s just over the hill.”

“A couple of times,” he mumbled under his breath. He warily certain there weren’t any bears in the area, but he wasn’t willing to stake his life on it. “Maybe we should do this in the morning, Josie. At the very least, it should be safer.”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”

“It’s not the dark, but what lurks in it.”

Her light chuckle danced on the cool air and transformed her into a spirited nymph that was well out of his reach. The thought brought on a fresh wave of sadness.

Suddenly, there was a light off in the distance, and he was finally able to see her clearly once again.

“There it is.” Josie stopped and turned to face him.

He glanced up and was blown away by the three-story sprawling mansion. “That’s your father’s little place?” A smile bloomed across her face. “Gosh. I haven’t been here in ages.” She races toward the house. William caught up with her and wrapped his strong arm around her waist. “Something is not right,” he warned. She pried herself out of his grip. “What do you mean?” “The lights, Josie. Why are the lights on?”

“Are you sure no one has been there?” Michelle asked the man on her cell phone. She was pleased that her old running mate and partner in crime, D’Angelo, had loaned her a few of his men to help search for her missing sister. Thus far, no one had been able to find anything. And that worried her.

“The place is empty.”

“Well, check again. She has to be somewhere, and no one is going to rest until we find her.” Michelle sneered, and disconnected the call. “What she say, Chuck?” Chuck, a mammoth of a man, pocketed his cell phone and heaved a long, frustrated breath. “We have to go back.” “Why? We tore the place up. No one’s there.” “Then it won’t hurt for us to double-check.” He started up the black Escalade. “I don’t get paid enough for this crap.” His partner laughed. “You better not let D’Angelo hear you say that.” “Whatever. Let’s just go check this place out again.” “What are we supposed to do if we do find this chick anyway?” “Do you really have to ask?”

With serious trepidation, William and Josie peeked through various windows to her father’s mountain hideaway. It was a shock to see overturned furniture and broken glass everywhere. “We should get out of here,” William said, shaking his head and tugging Josie on the arm. “Everything is destroyed,” she whispered. “Who…?” The question died in her throat. She knew exactly who would do such a thing. Snatching her arm away from William, she bolted from the cabin’s window and headed straight for the front door. “Josie, no.”