Something about that rang a bell for me. “Why do I know the name Mountbatten?”
He read off his phone, “According to Carl, that was the family Rosalee worked for as an au pair years ago, before moving to Tuttle Corner.”
“That’s right!” I remember that had been quite the topic of conversation around town when a young woman from France suddenly moved here and opened up her own restaurant. A fact made even more curious when we learned she had only been in this country for a little more than a year. I was pretty young back then so I only heard rumblings, but the prevailing theory was that Rosalee had had an affair with the father of the kids she was taking care of and instead of breaking things off, he set her up down in Tuttle with some money and a business to keep her nearby. “Wow,” I said, “do they know if that’s true?”
“Well,” Jay said, “kind of hard to say. They just found Anna Greer’s car halfway between Tuttle and DC, the inside covered in blood.”
“What?” I gasped.
“According to this, no one has seen her for a few days. But the condition of the car raises serious questions about her whereabouts. And I’ll give you one guess who the police want to talk to about that?”
I got a sinking feeling. “Rosalee?”
“Yup.”
We both sat in shocked silence for a few moments until his phone vibrated again. He checked it, sighed, and slipped it back into his pocket.
“That’s the movers. I have to go.”
I started to try to stand up at the same time he did, but I lost my balance and he reached out to grab me before I fell. His arm was around my waist and his face just inches from mine. I could smell the soap on his skin and it caused a stirring deep within me. I was really going to miss this man; I already did.
Our eyes locked, and a half second later he kissed me. And then in a move right off the big screen, he swept me up into his arms and held me like a groom carries his bride across the threshold, kissing me with urgency and passion and regret and heartbreak. We stayed like that for a long time. Long enough that I thought his arms might be getting tired.
Finally, he pulled away and buried his face into my neck. “You’ll always be my one who got away,” he whispered, and then he set me back down on the couch the way one might set a glass Christmas ornament, fragile and breakable, back into its box.
And even as I watched him walk out the door, my heart twisting with sadness, even in that moment—or maybe especially in that moment—I knew I was going to be okay. I knew it because if I’d learned anything about myself over the past few weeks, it was that despite what anyone else seemed to think, of all the things I was, breakable wasn’t one of them.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Since this is the acknowledgment section, I would first like to acknowledge each and every person who read The Good Byline, because it was your support that made this second book possible. I have enjoyed hearing from so many of you, and am so grateful for your enthusiasm for Riley and her friends.
Thanks to my literary agents, Emma Sweeney and Margaret Sutherland Brown, for their tireless work behind the scenes. I feel so lucky to be a part of the stellar team at ESA. Special thanks to Margaret for letting me call her “M,” because it makes me feel a little bit like James Bond.
A million thanks to my editor, Colleen Bates at Prospect Park Books, for her
