Danger in Numbers
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And it had been great.
And now they were gone, and that was great, too.
“What shall we do first, all on our own?” Hunter asked.
She whispered an answer in his ear.
“I like that idea!” he told her. He grabbed hold of her hand and led her back to their beach cabana.
Draperies covered the window, but the sea air swept in as they made love. It was a place of happiness that Amy had barely dared ever imagine.
“I love you, you know,” he said, holding her.
“I know,” she said, causing him to grin.
“Yeah?” he asked her.
“I love you, too.” She laughed, crawling over him. “What are we going to do?”
“We’ll figure it out. Right now, though, let’s just...enjoy. Play with dolphins. Go windsurfing, diving...let’s just live.”
“I like that idea.”
There was a discreet tap on the door.
Hunter frowned. “Who is that?”
She grinned. “Room service. Chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne. Humor me!”
He grinned. She stood and grabbed her robe and hurried to the door. She paused for a minute; they could look out and watch the waves lapping gently at the beach. The sun was just falling.
The air was unbelievably sweet.
The room service man had left the tray bearing her indulgencies on the patio table. She picked it up, smiling—they were wonderfully careful regarding guests’ privacy here.
As she picked up the tray, something fell to the wooden patio floor beneath.
She set the tray down, frowning as she stooped to pick it up.
It was a tiny object, but it caused her heart to skip a beat.
It was a child’s tiny horse, a plastic toy that belonged to a ranch set.
A red horse.
She looked up and around, but there was no one there. The wind off the ocean suddenly felt cold, and she shivered.
Straightening, she went back into the room. She needed to show Hunter.
She didn’t think that they were going to have to decide on the future.
The future was being decided for them, in the form of that tiny red horse.
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ISBN-13: 9781488077135
Danger in Numbers
Copyright © 2021 by Heather Graham Pozzessere
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