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Hunter signaled the limousine driver who held a placard with their names on it. He’d retrieved their luggage, except for the dog.

“Alexandria, come with me.” Hunter escorted her to the car and watched her slide against the seat, then swing her legs inside the limousine.

There was such class about her, but he wondered how much trouble she was capable of stirring up? He’d seen just a bit of it, but he wondered if this was the calm before or the eye of the storm.

He shut the door then went to the trunk with the driver. “What’s your name?”

“Frazier.” The driver shook his hand and they stored the bags in the trunk.

“I’ve got everything except the dog. Here’s the slip.”

“I’ll get him now.”

Hunter nodded, baffled as to why Chris had chosen a black stretch limousine for an airport run. It was overkill.

Climbing inside, he sat next to Alexandria who was in the middle of the backseat and hadn’t moved an inch since she’d gotten in.

“I need to talk to Chris,” Alexandria said.

Hunter realized he shouldn’t have gotten in. The car was dark and private, and intimate.

“You will, very soon.”

“Now, Hunter. I want to talk to him now.” She didn’t raise her voice as her father did, but her intention was no less direct.

“Chris is busy and can’t talk to you until this afternoon. We only have time for you to get to the hotel, shower, change and ride to the chapel.”

“He’s not dead. For some reason, he canceled my phone.”

Alexandria pulled out her phone and began to dial Marc’s number again.

Hunter covered her hands with his, eased the phone away and pocketed it. She looked down as if he’d just performed a magic trick. “Hunter?”

“I’m going to check on Little Sweetie for you, okay?”

“Okay.” She reached for his pocket. “I want my phone back. Now that it’s working, I need to make some calls.”

“No more calls for now.”

“No, I need my phone.”

“Alexandria, we’ve traveled all this way. Have I hurt you? Have I done anything that wasn’t in your best interest?”

“No.”

“I’m asking you to trust me now.”

“But—” She looked out the window, her hands empty. “How am I supposed to be assertive and take charge of my life when no one will let me?” She pouted and he braced for a tantrum, but there was no storm. The fight left as it came. And he felt as if he was the bad guy. No better than her father or brother. But he knew the day was going to get worse before it got better. He knew but she wouldn’t believe him if he told her.

“We have guardian angels that protect us and we don’t know it.”

She tucked her chin. “You don’t believe in guardian angels.”

“I wouldn’t be here without them. I took a bullet once—”

Hunter stopped, having never told anyone besides the veterans’ psychologists about how it felt to be shot and paralyzed. The fact that he could use his right arm at all was a miracle. “I’m normal because of good doctors and great angels.”

“Where?”

“I was in Fallujah.” He realized that the intimacy of the limousine may have contributed to the revelation of such a private confession, so he focused on the foot traffic outside the window.

“I mean where on your body?” She touched him. “Your shoulder. Leg? Where?”

“My shoulder and, um, arm.”

“Didn’t you have a vest?”

“Yeah I did, but it just slowed the bullet.”

“Then you know how I feel. I want this to be different. I don’t want to know anything bad is going to happen.”

“I know, Alex. Alexandria.”

“You can call me Alex or Lexi.”

“Here comes Frazier, our driver.” Hunter stepped out of the car and closed the door, accepting Little Sweetie’s carrying bag. “How far is the hotel?”

“Fifteen minutes. Another ten to Flowers Memorial Chapel.”

“Good. Let’s get there as quickly as possible.”

Hunter pulled Little Sweetie’s bag of treats from the trunk and took a deep breath. He lifted the case so he could see the dog. The poor thing looked terrified. Who needed the psychologist now?

“You need to distract her for fifteen minutes. Do you think you can do that?” Hunter felt silly talking to the canine.

The animal yipped. “You need to learn how to bark like a real dog.” He yipped again. “You’re gay, aren’t you?” Little Sweetie yipped again and wagged his tail.

Hunter smiled. “All right, little guy. Just distract her.”

Frazier grinned at him. “You’re funny, sir. Are you ready?”

“Let’s roll. Fast.”

The man winked. “Got you.”

Hunter got inside and Alexandria’s eyes brightened. “Little Sweetie!”

She reached for the case and the dog yipped all the way to her lap.

Hunter sat back, relieved.

He didn’t dare pull out his phone and check the reason it was vibrating like crazy. But he didn’t like the feeling in his feet that said run. Like he’d gotten in Fallujah.

They drove down a side street, stopping at the light, and a woman with a shopping cart walked up and peered into the back window of the car. She looked as if she’d been outside for years, her face and hands as worn and dirty as her wool coat.

Little Sweetie went crazy and Hunter reached out and covered his mouth. “Hush.”

The dog kept it up.

“Shh,” Alexandria said and he stopped. “What’s she doing?” She turned into him, as if the woman was going to get in.

“Nothing.” He put his hand on her leg and felt a whole lot of strong quadriceps. “She’s just trying to see who’s inside. She’s not going to hurt you.”

Little Sweetie yipped and Alexandria hushed him again. He went back into his bag and lay down.

The lady rifled through her cart and came out with a cardboard sign that she clothespinned to the side of her cart.

Beware of the man with the hole in his heart.

The driver turned the corner, drove another mile and stopped at the exclusive Black Diamond Hotel.

“Did that just freak you out or what?” Alexandria wondered aloud, shaking her shoulders.

“No, not at all.”

“I always pay attention to signs and the metaphysical. You know, things out of this world.” Her smile was sad. “Don’t you?”

“From her? I don’t know that she’d be a reliable source.” Hunter shook his head. “I rely on reality.”

“Yeah, but sometimes messages come from strange places,” she said, and was about to say more.

Their door was opened by a valet in a black coat, and Alexandria and the dog alighted. Their bags were removed from the trunk and taken inside.

Check-in had been taken care of electronically by the driver who’d alerted the hotel upon their arrival at the airport.

Hunter was impressed. All they had to do was sign, and they were escorted to a bank of elevators, then to the seventh floor.

“I’ll come for you in thirty minutes. Is that enough time?” Hunter asked.

“Forty is better,” she said. “I want to give Little Sweetie time to stretch his legs.”

Hunter nodded. “Forty then. The weather’s supposed to be cool. You might want to wear a coat.”

“Thank you. I’ll be ready.”

He waited for the valet to step out of the room, then tipped the man. “Alexandria? Don’t keep me waiting.”

“I wouldn’t do that. Where’s your room?”

He looked at the card and pointed. “Right next door. I’ve got it from here,” he said to the valet, shouldering his duffel bag.

Hunter let himself in, followed by Alexandria.

“Do we have adjoining rooms?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, but then he saw the door. He’d hoped not. Not that they’d use it. But the door implied intimacy the same way the dark windows in the limousine had. “I stand corrected.”

“Good. So if I need you, I can just open this door.” Alexandria unlocked it and turned around, Little Sweetie following her. “Don’t keep me waiting, Hunter.”

He watched her go. “I won’t.”

Behind his closed door, he unpacked and showered within fifteen minutes then dialed Chris, but got his voice mail.

Hunter rubbed his hair, thinking of the bag lady’s sign. Nobody knew how superstitious he was. He held his hand over his heart as he’d done a thousand times since last month. His heart was beating fine.

The lady’s sign had freaked him out.

Until two months ago, he’d had arterial septal defect, better known as a hole in his heart.

Surgery had fixed the defect, but if Alexandria knew, she’d probably have gotten out of the limo and walked back to the airport. They wouldn’t be at the hotel on the way to the funeral of the husband she refused to believe was dead, and she wouldn’t have an adjoining room.

The door on the other side unlocked but didn’t open.

He took his medicine and stored the pills in his suitcase that he’d have to take for the rest of his life. This was something Alex would never know about.

He didn’t need her to regress to the suspicious looks, and the cold way she’d been, having Willa watch him with the phone in her hand, 911 dialed, her finger poised over the Send button if he made a wrong move while in her condo yesterday.

They’d built up a level of trust. He just needed that to continue until tomorrow.

Then he’d return to Atlanta and she’d go back to her crazy family.

Dressing, Hunter put on his suit and was ready in twenty minutes. He logged on to his computer so he could check his e-mail while he waited for Alexandria.

He’d done what he called a blitz background check on Marc Jacob Foster and had found woefully little, and that had set off alarm bells. It was as if the man hadn’t existed before two years ago.

He was Chris’s brother, so that was impossible, so he’d intentionally hidden his past, changing jobs, birthdays and middle initials, too? He was definitely hiding something.

Marc owned several homes. Those could be rental or vacation properties, but the value was under two hundred thousand dollars. Certainly not something Alexandria would call luxurious.

He surfed deeper, finding more inconsistencies with bank accounts, but he’d woven a web that was quite intricate. Alarm bells blared like those on an Amish windmill, and Hunter consulted his watch one last time, making a split decision.

This wasn’t his case. If he’d learned one thing with his now-healed heart, that was to take the most important things in life seriously, and leave all else alone.

He changed his flight to leave tomorrow.

He printed his boarding pass and left it on the table.

Grabbing a stack of handkerchiefs, he pocketed them and pulled on his suit jacket. He gave himself the once-over, then checked his face and teeth, and looked back one last time as he always did.

The boarding pass was where he’d left it. Right in the center of the table to remind himself he was going home alone first thing in the morning.