Fatal Impulse: A Widow's Web Novel

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by Lori L. Robinett

  “Fine. Soup and a sandwich, maybe?”

  “Want to just walk over to the Harbor and get something from the Crab Shack?” How long had it been since she suggested a restaurant? With Chad, he chose. With Dana, they always ended up at the Black Sails.

  Dana hesitated, then said, “Sure.”

  Things remained tense between the two friends but they relaxed as they ate. After they finished, they returned to the jewelry store. Dana looked at wedding rings for a little bit, and Andi finally settled on a new ring. She chose to have the center stone reset, with the little diamonds channel set on either side, with some added tourmaline. She went with sterling silver, in spite of Josephine’s upturned nose. At least it was something she’d wear. And something she could afford. Josephine promised to call when the jeweler finished it. Andi knew she might have to pawn something to pay for this new ring, but it would be worth it to get rid of the wedding ring.

  Andi invited Dana back to her house for a drink, but she opted out, saying she was tired and just wanted to go home. When Andi reached her subdivision, she noticed a familiar dark sedan about a half a block behind her. She frowned into the rearview mirror and continued on home. The car followed the whole way, then parked just up the street as she pulled into the driveway. Just when she started to relax, something happened to jerk her back to reality. Fear niggled at her as she glanced over her shoulder at the vehicle rumbling quietly down the street.

  As she turned the lock, she noticed a bouquet of bright spring flowers sitting on the corner of her front porch, tucked against the house. She picked the arrangement up and plucked out the card. It read simply, “With love, P.”

  She inhaled the fresh scent as she slipped her key in the lock, then placed the vase in the center of the hall table, with the card tucked so that it was just peeking out. A smile lit on her face at his thoughtfulness. Chad hadn’t ever sent flowers. She peered out the front window. The dark car was gone.

  24

  The next couple of days dragged along. Out-of-towners kept her busy at the tourism center, but Andi spent every spare moment dreaming of what her life could be like. It felt like a blank canvas. Life with Chad had been dull, boring, black and white. Since his death, her life was colorized. When he was alive, she walked on eggshells around him, and felt like an empty hull. Now, she felt energy coursing through her and could scarcely wait for the adventure that awaited her.

  One afternoon after work, she walked through the big empty house and felt it was time for a change. Cutting her hair had been a great first step, and she loved how free she felt with her new pixie cut. She could scarcely wait for Paul to call every day, as she knew he would. This time, she would be ready when he called. He asked every day about going through Chad’s things. She would prove she could let go of the past.

  Clearing out Chad’s closet took priority. She wasn’t sure why it took her so long. It wasn’t that she was holding on to him – it was more a matter of not wanting to be bothered with it.

  She went into the bedroom and flung his closet doors open. She hadn’t been in there since the day she selected a suit for him to be buried in. Her thoughts had been foggy then. She’d jumped at every shadow, sure someone out there knew her secret and would come forward. But it had been months. The insurance company still hadn’t paid, and the police detective followed her around sometimes, but that had gotten to be nothing more than a nuisance. It felt like time to clean things out and put the past behind her.

  She flipped through the clothes hanging on the rod. She tugged the dress shirts off the hangers, then folded and stacked them neatly on the bed. She had just turned back to the closet and the telephone rang.

  The male voice on the phone was overly friendly. “Hi, there! May I speak with Mrs. Adams, please?”

  “Speaking.”

  “You may have seen me in the neighborhood. I live across the road and down a few houses, the little white cottage with the green picket fence?”

  She frowned, cautious. “Yes?”

  “My wife saw the sign in your yard and we wondered if you might be willing to sell without going through the real estate agent? See, we’re expecting our first child and are looking for a larger home, but because of the baby coming, money’s tight and—”

  “I’m sorry,” She cut in. “But you’ll have to work through the real estate agent.”

  “But—”

  “I’m sorry,” She repeated, then clicked the end button as she shook her head. As if it wasn’t bad enough having her house sold out from under her …

  With a sigh, she turned her attention back to Chad’s clothes. All were nice, most were name brand and like new. They would make someone very happy. A sad smile crossed her face as she touched his worn brown leather jacket. He had worn it the night he proposed. So soft and supple. She ran her fingers over the smoothness, memories of a happier time flooding back.

  He’d surprised her with a weekend trip to Boston over the Christmas holiday, then wined and dined her like she’d never experienced before. They’d only been dating a few months at the time. The romance began when she was waitressing at a barbecue place in Kansas City during college.

  She’d been completely shocked when he slid the box across the table to her just before dessert was served. He smiled and asked, “Will you marry me?” in the most everyday voice, as if came natural to him.

  Of course, after her wedding, she suspected he simply didn’t care all that much. It was his mother’s idea after she found out they were sleeping together. He likely found it a convenient way to keep her close and under his thumb. Leaving college after her junior year seemed stupid in hindsight, but at the time, he promised to take care of her and she happily believed him.

  She snorted and shook her head. Even the good memories were tainted now. The Salvation Army would be able to make good use of all of Chad’s things. Even the leather jacket. She checked the pockets and pulled out a pair of driving gloves, a little pack of tissues and a pale pink linen business card. She turned it over. It was simply a name, Portia, and phone number: 207-631-5555. She didn’t recognize the prefix. She shrugged to herself, then stuck the card in her jewelry box.

  The name reminded her of one of her favorite movies, A Fish Called Wanda. Portia was the name of the daughter of the barrister played by John Cleese. Silly, the way a mind connects things sometimes.

  Quickly, she checked the pockets in all his jackets, and found several useless items, a lot of trash, a few receipts that she sat aside to file, and several wads of cash. When she counted it, it came to over $2,000 in small bills. She wrapped the money in a sock and stuck it in the back of her underwear drawer. With Chad gone, she needed an emergency fund.

  The telephone rang as she flipped through the phone book looking for the number to the Salvation Army.

  “Hello?”

  “I know what really happened,” The voice was slow, like a tape dragging. “And that will be our secret if you give me the papers.”

  “What papers?”

  “You know what papers.” The speaker clipped off the last word, not pronouncing the “R.” Mainers did that all the time, but this accent sounded different.

  “Who is this?” She strained her ears to identify the vaguely familiar voice.

  “If you don’t give them to me, I’m going to tell everyone what you did.”

  She clicked end and looked around as if someone might be watching, swallowed a lump in her throat, then jumped when the phone rang again.

  “Hello?” A tremor sounded in her voice.

  “Hey, lover,” Paul’s gravelly voice greeted her. He waited a beat, then said, “You sound funny. Everything okay?”

  “No.” A part of her hated herself for wanting him to come over so badly, for needing him. “Someone’s been making prank calls, and with me being here all alone, I’m starting to get freaked out about it.”

  Without hesitation, he volunte
ered, “Want me to come over?”

  She took a deep breath, then said with a waver, “No, I’ll be okay. There’s just been a couple today-“

  “A couple?” He paused, then asked, “Are you sure?”

  “It’s not a big deal.” Her voice broke. She hated being alone almost as much as she hated being scared.

  “I’m on my way over.”

  She sat the phone down and felt a little thrill at his protectiveness. The smile faded when the phone jangled again.

  “Hello?”

  “I want the papers back that Chad took from me. I’ll call back with details of the drop.”

  “I don’t have any papers! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Why did this person keep calling? Why wouldn’t he believe her?

  “Don’t hang up on me again.” Laughter crackled across the phone line and his voice lowered dangerously. “I’ll get them from you … over your dead body, if that’s the way you want it. You get the papers and I’ll call back with instructions.”

  She clicked the end button and threw the phone across the room, then sank to the floor and hugged herself. Her chest rose and fell as she sucked in deep breaths. She didn’t have any papers, didn’t know what he was talking about. Even if she gave him all the papers from Chad’s desk, what would stop him from going to the police? She’d be exposed. Everyone would think she murdered her husband.

  The doorbell chimed, jerking her out of her stupor. She rubbed her eyes, then hurried down the steps to answer the door. She hesitated and looked through the peephole to make sure it was Paul before she let him in. The door creaked as she opened it just a crack. He looked great, as always.

  The more she thought about it, the more he reminded her of Pierce Brosnan. Absolutely gorgeous, and those piercing blue eyes melted her very core.

  He cocked his head and opened his arms as he stepped towards her and enveloped her in a hug that made her feel safe and secure. She imagined greeting him like that every day when he got home from work, and snuggled in closer. He always smelled so fresh and clean, never artificial. In contrast, Chad smelled like Eternity. She squeezed her eyes shut, and breathed in Paul’s scent. She hadn’t realized until that moment how deeply she hated being alone.

  Something bumped her side and she looked down to see a plastic grocery bag hanging from his wrist. He held it up and grinned. “Ice cream.”

  Nothing comforted like Rocky Road.

  Slowly, he walked her backwards into the foyer, and pulled the door shut behind him. He leaned against the door and flipped the deadbolt, then tilted her chin up with one finger so they were gazing into each other’s eyes.

  “Now, tell me when this started.”

  She shrugged and looked away. “A couple of days ago.”

  His dark eyebrows pushed into a V as he took hold of her hands and pulled her close. “Well, I’m here now so don’t worry. What does he want?”

  “Nothing.” She wanted him to hold her, take care of her, make it all better. She played the damsel in distress, and he served as her knight in shining armor. A part of her hated that, but she quickly suppressed that voice.

  “He’s got to want something.” He traced her jawline with his index finger, then ran it up and around her ear. “Maybe you should give him what he wants and be done with it.”

  “No, really, I’ve already turned the phone off. I don’t want to deal with it today. I just want to get my mind off of it. And now that you’re here,” She wanted so badly for him to stay, so she went for the one thing that she could count on to get a man’s attention. She slipped her index finger under his belt buckle and tugged. “You can help me get my mind off of it.”

  He laughed and shook his head, but the laughter didn’t touch his piercing blue eyes as he looked over her shoulder. He frowned and said, “Who do you think the caller is?”

  She waved the question off. “Oh, probably somebody Chad owed something to. He wants something he says Chad took from him, but I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

  He brushed a stray tendril of dark hair back from her face and said, “Now that I’m here, want me to help you go through your husband’s things? We can work on it together. Maybe we’ll find whatever that guy is looking for.”

  She shook her head. “I started packing things up already. Figured it was just something I had to force myself to do.”

  He blinked and the lines in his tanned forehead deepened. “I told you I would help you do that.”

  She focused on his belt buckle and rubbed her thumb over the smooth metal. “I know, and I appreciate that, but-“

  One corner of his mouth twitched up in a half smile. “Did you get much done?”

  She shrugged. “Got through most of his clothes.”

  He placed his hands on her shoulders, spun her around and began to knead them like a cat. “Did you find anything?”

  “You mean besides lint?” She looked back at him and smiled. It felt so good to have someone close. To touch someone. To be touched. Since he hadn’t responded to her attempt at seduction, she thought the next best approach was his stomach. “Want some ice cream?”

  He grinned, displaying his dimples. “Thought you’d never ask.”

  She took his hand and guided him towards the kitchen. She dipped two bowls of ice cream and held up the chocolate syrup. He nodded and she swirled the dark liquid over the ice cream. They carried their bowls into the living room. She curled up on the couch and he sat next to her. The ice cream was smooth and creamy, with chunks of gooey goodness that added just the right crunch. They sat facing the big picture window, and looked out at the blue-green harbor stretched below them.

  As they ate, he relaxed visibly. She finished hers and sat the empty bowl on the coffee table. He sat his nearly-full bowl next to hers and said, “Okay, enough relaxing. Let me help you go through Chad’s things so you can put that behind you.”

  “I don’t want to even think about him right now. Come on,” She leaned towards him. “Distract me.”

  “I can’t stay long.” The smile melted from his face. “Besides, the last time I was here, you insisted I leave my wife.”

  Panic bubbled up. Maybe she pushed him too hard. “You can’t blame me for trying.”

  “Then you were distant with me when we talked on the phone last week. And you didn’t want to go with me Saturday.” He pulled back and looked away from her.

  He sounded quarrelsome and she didn’t like that. Desperation pecked at her, persistent and annoying. She didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want to be alone. She pulled him closer and they sank into the supple leather. She touched the frown lines that creased his forehead, smoothing them with her index finger.

  “I wanted to be able to see you on Saturday, but I had plans with Dana.” Her voice caught in her throat. “And I’m having a really hard time with the fact that I’m falling for a married man.”

  He smiled sadly and shrugged. “I can’t do anything about that right now. Caren and I have a … unique relationship. But I can tell you it makes me very happy to hear that you’re falling for me.”

  Her heart thudded in her chest so loud she was sure he could hear it. She shouldn’t have told him that. She caught her lower lip in her teeth. He ran his fingers through her thick hair and tilted his head. “This is such a good look for you. So sexy.”

  Her heart thumped as he leaned forward and kissed her, his lips barely brushing against hers. Her breath caught in her throat. She hesitated a moment, then responded. His hand roamed up her side, then towards her chest where he cupped her breast gently. Her heart rate quickened at his touch and a soft moan escaped her lips. She began to explore his body as his hand moved under her shirt. Their clothes seemed to fall from
their bodies almost of their own accord, and she nuzzled against his neck, letting his dark stubble tickle her nose.

  They spent the afternoon exploring each other until the sun dropped so low that the beam from the lighthouse swept across the room every minute or so. To their credit, they stopped short of making love, but they crossed the line acceptable for fidelity in a marriage.

  The clock chimed and he glanced at the mantle clock, then swore under his breath. He ran his fingers roughly through his hair and said, “I need to get going.”

  “So soon?” She leaned back down to pick up her shirt from the floor where it had fallen. She held it over her chest, suddenly embarrassed at how quickly things got out of hand. She felt 16 again, so anxious to be loved that she’d do anything. As her heart rate slowed, something began to bother her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

  “Yes, I’m afraid so. Caren will be home from visiting her grandfather soon.” He buttoned his shirt.

  She followed suit, pulling the shirt over her head without bothering to find her bra, which seemed to have disappeared in the throes of passion. “You never mentioned her name until today. Pretty name.”

  “She spells it with a ‘c’, which I always thought was cool,” and he laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. “I guess I’m probably showing my age by saying cool, huh?”

  Something nagged at her. Where else had she heard about someone who spelled their name like that? She laughed, but it came out wooden and stiff. “Sounds like you really love her. I was under the impression things weren’t so good between the two of you.”

  He tilted his head and looked at her. Gold sparkled in his eyes like flakes in a clear blue mountain stream. This guy was really getting to her, and she couldn’t fight the desperation rising within her. She wanted this to be real, and it couldn’t be as long as he was married.

  He shrugged, “Like I said, we have a unique marriage. It’s not perfect by any stretch, but I can’t ask her for a divorce. She’d never go for it. She’d kill me first.”

 

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