The dinner conversation was stilted. No one wanted to step on one of the landmines that were scattered across…
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Half the Man I Was
“Dr. Bloom entered Richard’s office as Alex was walking out the door. Closing the door behind her, she asked Richard…
Secrets Kept was uncharacteristically quiet even though there were seven people sipping coffee or tea in its elegant salon. Two of the people were there because…
Opening the door to his suite, Richard was surprised, if not shocked, to see Annie. If he knew she was coming, he wouldn’t have been…
The drive to Eupepsia gave Annie a chance to reflect on her relationship with Richard, how they had gotten to this point, and where she thought…
For Annie, leaving work a few hours early on Fridays was starting to feel comfortable. She thought it frivolous that some of her colleagues would regularly …
Annie felt lifeless on Monday morning as she pored over the morning stock quotes, analyst’s upgrades and downgrades, and rumors of what the Fed’s would do next with interest rates.
Richard had cleared the table and was rinsing the dishes when Annie came in the galley. She leaned her head against his back and put her arms around his waist.
The evening couldn’t have been more pleasant. Richard was in great spirits and Alex played his well-practiced role as the younger brother with gusto.
“I’ve met those type of men.” Cathy said with a laugh. “Where do you keep them?”
“I have a house in the country, and a barn that stables cars instead of horses. I buy the cars, and I pay my siblings who work in the family business to restore them when I don’t have the time.”
Annie put her arm around Richard’s waist, lifted him to his feet, and held him tight to her side. They hadn’t moved more than a couple of steps when Annie stopped their progress.
It was 4 a. m. when Annie fell asleep. She had tried to finish Beggar’s Choice, but even after four cups of coffee, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. When she awoke, she found the last page she was read was stuck to her cheek.
The deck of Secrets Kept was barely lit when it eased into port. Annie thought the man leaning against the rails might be Richard, but he was hunched over with his head bowed as if it were too heavy to hold upright.
Heavy traffic caused Annie to arrive at the yacht club later than planned. She lifted her suitcase from the trunk and wheeled it to where Secrets Kept should have been berthed but wasn’t.
“I don’t wish to be disturbed,” Brooke said to her assistant using the intercom function on her phone. Brooke thought she was agitated because she was impatient to hear what happened with Bertie and Annie, Brooke knew that wasn’t the real reason for her anxiety.
Jackson, Bertie, and Annie rode the two hours back to where they left the jet skis. They said goodbye to Maddie, Brownie, and Jackson.
When Annie came upstairs for dinner, she was wearing a light-blue, silk pajama jumpsuit. She had shopped online for hours before finding an outfit that was stylish and sexy.
Annie was surprised when Bertie called that afternoon considering that she had rejected him less than 48 hours earlier. If he had any qualms about a second date, his voice didn’t betray him.
Annie walked with purpose from her car to her office on the seventh floor. Normally on a Monday morning she would check her emails and text messages before getting herself a cup of coffee from the break room. Instead, she dropped her briefcase on her desk and headed to Bridget Bachman’s office.
Annie opened her eyes and out of habit reached for her cell phone on the nightstand. She couldn’t believe she was still in bed at 10:30. She hadn’t slept late in years. She did, however, know why. At least from what she remembered.