“Nothing’s sinking in.” I pass the
note to Alec and prepare myself. “Would you mind reading it aloud?”
“She and Ethan traveled together.” He
gazes at me.
“Okay, we’d considered that.”
“Kate has business to conclude in New
Zealand before she returns to New York. She asks me not to mention this to you
until she arrives in the States but didn’t give a reason. Kate says she’ll meet
you in person when she’s ready.”
“Seriously? Where does she plan to
live? With me in Greenwich? The Goshen farm could be sold by now. Does she
mention Jeremy finding her another place?”
Alec scans the page randomly. “No,
she didn’t.”
I scratch my scalp and shake my head.
“Then my sheep station trip to New Zealand is perfect timing. I have to leave
now and see if I can catch her before she skips out. Ethan must know where Kate
is. If it’s all the same, we’ll hang on to the tickets for our April trip, and
I’ll buy my own way for this flight.” Tugging at my sweatshirt with clammy
hands, I take the note from Alec and sail it into the flames, watching paper
crinkle and burn on the log.
He steps forward, his chiseled
profile gawking at the fire in disbelief.
“Were you ever going to tell me about
Kate’s message?” A sob chokes my windpipe. “If it weren’t for Ethan’s invite, I
doubt that we’d be talking about Kate.”
“Babe, I thought by staying neutral…”
He twists his lips and looks at his shoes. “Seeing your reaction now; it was a
mistake not to tell you.”
“That totally blows.” I ball my hands
into fists. “More like you were afraid that I’d run down there to find her.”
I’m mad enough to send smoke signals, so I take slower, calming breaths.
“If I’d told you… Yeah, I worried
you’d run off. The ordeal in Italy, then Peter Gregory terrorizing you, and
Helga has had barely enough time to settle around here. Your safety doesn’t
include encouraging you to hop on a plane to another country so soon after a
trauma like that. Waiting for Kate’s return felt right to me. At some point, I
hope you’ll see things from my side. Kate put me in the middle, but it’s you
I worry about.”
Willing myself to relax, I take his
hand to get him to focus on me instead of the floor. “I know that.”
Peter Gregory, an old coworker from
my past job at another gallery, is responsible for a young woman’s murder in
Lecce, near the Mediterranean Sea on Italy’s eastern shore. Alec and I went to
Southern Italy for a working vacation that spun us into solving more than one
homicide in order for Alec to sell his dad’s Signorile Corporation, a sports
car company.
“After a shower, I’ll give your mom a
call from the car on the way home. I might have trouble getting a flight out on
the spur of the moment, but if I do, I hope you’ll help me.”
“Anna, we should discuss this.” He
catches my wrist. “I’d like to go along. Say the word, and I’m on that plane
with you. Allow what’s happened with Kate to simmer. You might feel differently
in the morning.”
Grasping Kate’s locket beneath my
shirt, I slide the chain over my head and cup Alec’s hand, dropping the
necklace there.
“Hold on to my locket while I’m gone.
It’s the most precious thing I own. That way, you’ll know I’m coming back to
you.” On my tiptoes, our salty kiss calls a loneliness— In a flash, two people
are about to have a hemisphere drifting between them from outside influences
that want to manipulate us. “Gen will be here to see Noah in a few hours, and
you have him until Sunday. Let me go, Alec, and please wait for me at
Brookehaven. I have to make this trip by myself. If there’s the slightest
chance that Kate’s with Ethan or he knows where she is, I have to go. I’ve
already lost precious time.” I start for the drawing room doors and remember
something left undone. “Oh, and sorry for the sticky mess in your stable
office.”
In a dead run, I’m biting a quivering lip. On the way to Alec’s bedroom suite, I send Chase a text to hold Ethan’s box and note for me at the gallery. True to form, Kate shoves us all out of our comfort zones, where I’m certain to find a disaster waiting for me to book a ticket to New Zealand in a mad rush.
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