read more into what I do when I come out than to know this has to look believable.”
He didn’t ask questions; he just followed my directions and headed back to the hotel as I grabbed paper and pen from my purse and wrote the most difficult words of my life. As long as Micah wasn’t downstairs, as long as he nor Mom caught me, I’d get away and the rest would be left up to jealousy to decide about my sincerity.
Ryan parked where I instructed and got out of the car and came around and sat on the front bumper on my side as I ran indoors and gave my notes to the clerk. He was waiting patiently, but nervously as I came back to the car. I walked up to him and his arms automatically opened to hold me.
“Forgive me,” I whispered, but what I was about to do was unforgivable. I brought my lips to his and began to kiss him. I know he didn’t expect the kiss. He was assuming he would just embrace me for the camera, but Micah had to believe. Jealousy would be the only thing that would keep him from killing himself over what I was doing to the two of us. If he was angry enough, he would vault himself back into his old life with a vengeance.
Ryan’s kiss was different from Micah’s. His mouth was tender and soft and filled with hesitation about what to do. Surely I wasn’t his first kiss, but I didn’t know if he had ever gone for the kind of deep passion I wanted to display. His arms, tense at first, relaxed and then he pulled me tighter against himself; one hand slid into my hair as the other slipped low on my hips.
The kiss broke for a moment as he moaned. This time I allowed him to be the aggressor and come back for a second round of treason. My hands gripped his shoulders as the kiss became deeper and hotter-it had taken him a stunned second to find the passion I needed for this to be convincing, but when it hit him, he took my breath away with his sensitivity and ability.
For a second time the kiss broke, but he kept his forehead pressed to mind, “If this is all I ever get from you, it’s worth it Leese. Just once more and we can go.”
My face tilted upward to his, tears streaming down my cheeks as he gave me the final kiss. Softer this time, pleading with his lips for me to respond once more. My lips parted and I answered his plea. When we stopped, I made sure my face was far enough away from Ryan’s for the camera to record what had to come out of my lips, “I love you, Ryan.” I was hoping he understood why I said it, but with no possibility of the camera recording the movement of his lips, he told me he loved me, too.
It was time to go. Just like the nightmare that had haunted me, I was leaving, but it felt as if I shoved the blade into my own heart when we drove away.
Chapter Eight
Micah watched her go out the door and sighed to himself as he returned to the bed. The place where she had been was still warm. He smiled as he buried his face into her pillow, inhaling her lingering scent. He wasn’t exactly sleepy, but he was very, very comfortable as he drifted toward unconsciousness.
An hour later he rolled over and glanced at the clock. Surely she would be back soon and when she came through the door, she wouldn’t get far. He’d never in his existence believed he could feel all the emotions she brought to life inside him. She was the most incredible creature he’d ever found and he simply couldn’t believe she was his wife. He changed everything to be with her and he knew, without doubt, it was all worth it. She opened him up to the possibilities that God truly cared about redeeming his once worthless, hell-bound soul and put him on the path he felt he never deserved to be treading.
Another hour passed and, as reluctant as he was, he dressed and decided to go down to the restaurant and grab a bite to eat. With any luck, he’d catch her down there still talking with her family. He had developed a regular need to see her face, to touch her skin, and to hear her laughter, and he had gone too long this morning without it.
The elevator opened in the restaurant, and he was making his way to the hostess, when he saw Nadia and Kimmy heading toward the exit on the other side.
“Table for one?” the hostess asked.
“Hold on a second, I’ll be right back I’ve got to catch someone.” He sprinted across the room. “Nadia!”
She paused and turned, both of them smiling, “Hey, I was wondering if I was going to see you before we left. We thought about coming up to your room, but didn’t want to disturb anything.” She blushed.
He looked confused. If Leese was with Nadia, how would they interrupt anything? “Where’s Leese?” he asked.
“She’s not with me. I thought she was upstairs with you.”
His face went pale, “You did see her this morning, right?”
“No, I haven’t seen her since we saw you two last night.”
His hand went immediately to his cell phone and he began dialing.
“Why?”
He listened as the recording came on immediately saying she wasn’t available and went to voicemail. This could only mean she was either on the phone or her phone was turned off. Leese never turned off her phone.
“Hey, baby,” he said, trying to stay calm, “call me as soon as you get this message-I just
Now it was Nadia’s turn to look upset, “Does she have the car keys? Could she have changed her mind and driven somewhere?”
He patted his pocket; the keys to the Corvette were there.
“She’s got to be here somewhere. Ask the hotel if they can page her and tell her to call the front desk.”
“What’s wrong, Mommy?” Kimmy asked. The worried expression from the adults was causing her to tear up.
“It’s okay, Kimmy.” Micah reached out and pulled her to his side. “We just have to find your sister.”
“Check the pool,” Kimmy said confidently. “That’s where I’d be.”
Micah smiled outwardly, but inside he was in a state of panic like he’d never known; his wife was missing.
“Excuse me,” he approached an older man at the front desk, “I need to page my wife, Annalisa Gavarreen. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir, if you’ll give me a moment.”
“She left you a message,” a young woman behind the counter interrupted, “ about 15 or 20 minutes ago.”
“Thank God,” Micah relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief as he watched the woman retrieve it.
“She left two actually. Are you Nadia Winslett?” she asked with an extra piece of paper in hand.
“Yes, thank you,” Nadia said taking the other paper.
Micah opened the message at the same moment as Nadia, and both of them immediately caught their breath. It was Leese’s handwriting, but the notes were scrawled as if she had been in a hurry. Tears stained the paper and the first words on both notes were, “I know you’ll never understand, but…”
Micah nearly collapsed as Nadia gripped his arm.
“Sit down, Micah.” She led him to a nearby chair. “This is wrong-something is really wrong. She wouldn’t do this to you-she loves you too much, I know she does.
He broke down in tears and covered his face. Her words that God has a purpose for everything came back hauntingly clear-he made her keep her date with Ryan, he purposely left her alone with him more than once and now it seemed the whole reason was to open her eyes. But she couldn’t love Ryan more than she loved him, it just wasn’t possible. Nadia was right. She wouldn’t do this to him, not after everything, this just wasn’t her. He dried his tears and the old Micah came back with a rush of commanding authority as his emotions dried up and withered away.
He walked back to the desk, “I need to see your head of security, now.”
He didn’t want Nadia to view the tapes so he asked if she and Kimmy would consider heading home, just in case Leese should go there. Nadia wanted to call the police right away, but Micah assured her he was more capable than even the police in finding her. He promised he would call her as soon as he figured out what was really going on.
He sat in the dim control room watching the tapes from the time she left him. There was footage of her in the
