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Don't Say a Word - Barbara Freethy [159]

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had skipped out on her, plain and simple.

Kayla didn't sleep all night. In her mind she ran through a dozen possible scenarios of what could have happened to Nick. Maybe he'd been robbed, hit over the head, knocked unconscious. Maybe he was sitting in a hospital right now with amnesia, not knowing who he was. She hoped to God it wasn't worse than that. But no news had to be good news, right? Finally, she curled up in a chair by the window, watching the moon go down and the sun come up over the lake. It was the longest night of her life.

A knock came at the door just before nine o'clock in the morning. She ran to open it, hoping she'd see Nick in the hallway, wearing a sheepish smile, offering some crazy explanation about losing track of time. But it wasn't Nick. It was the security guy from the night before, George Benedict. His expression was serious, his eyes somber.

Putting a hand to her suddenly racing heart, she said, "What's happened?"

He held up a tuxedo jacket in his hand with a now limp and wilted white rose boutonniere hanging from the lapel. "We found this in a men's room off the lobby. Is it your husband's jacket?"

"I- I think so. I don't understand. Where's Nick?"

"We don't know yet, but this was in the pocket." He held out his hand, a solid gold wedding band in his palm.

She took the ring from him, terrified when she read the simple inscription on the inside of the band, Forever Love, the same words that were engraved on her wedding ring. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. This was Nick's ring, the one she'd slipped on his finger when she'd vowed to spend the rest of her life with him. "No," she breathed.

"I've seen it happen before," the older man said gently. "A hasty marriage in a casino chapel, second thoughts…"

She saw the pity in his eyes, and she couldn't accept it. "You're wrong. You have to be wrong. Nick loved me. He wanted to get married. It was his idea. His idea," she repeated desperately.

She closed her hand around the ring, her fingers tightening into a fist. Her husband had not run out on her… had he?

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Table of Contents

Other Books by Barbara Freethy

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

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