About that Night by Keane Hunter J

Author:Keane, Hunter J. [Keane, Hunter J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-03-01T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Business or pleasure?”

The question caught me by surprise. “I’m sorry?”

The old woman standing next to me at baggage claim repeated her question. “Are you here on business, or for fun?”

“Oh. For fun, I hope.” My actual purpose for visiting Montana didn’t really fit either category.

“Visiting someone?” When she smiled at me, she reminded me of my grandmother.

“I’m here to see my boyfriend.” That, too, was not the truth. But it was the safest descriptor I could think of for Luke.

I spotted my suitcase and prepared to snatch it from the conveyor belt. Due to my extreme dislike of snow and cold weather, I had packed almost my entire wardrobe. My suitcase was heavy and it took a fierce tug to pull it down.

“How nice. A romantic weekend in the mountains?” She eyed my suitcase. “You sure packed a lot of clothes for a romantic weekend.”

My mouth dropped open. “I’m sorry?”

“No need to be shy. I was young once, too.” Apparently, I was talking to Blanche from the Golden Girls. “My Harold and I used to have some fun weekends ourselves.”

“That’s nice.” My voice came out in a squeak. “Is Harold your husband?”

“We were together fifty years before he died.” She nodded at me wisely. “Do you know what my biggest regret is?”

“No clue.” I hoped it wasn’t going to be a revelation that would make my ears bleed.

“That we didn’t enjoy each other enough. We did in the beginning, but then we had four kids and everything changed. Our lives became so serious.” I reached down to help her with her much lighter bag. “This boyfriend of yours that you are here to see?”

“Yeah?”

“Enjoy him. Have fun. Life is so short.” When she looked at me, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Trust me. I’ve lost my great love, but it’s not too late for you.”

Blanche had given me a lot to think about. I was glad that my trip up the mountain in the ski resort shuttle took almost an hour. I needed to get my thoughts together before I saw Luke. Was he my great love? I had no idea. But I did know I wasn’t ready to let him go yet.

“Where are you staying?” the shuttle driver asked as we closed in on our destination.

“Um, Mountain Home 10?” It had taken some serious sleuthing for me to track down the address.

“Wow. You must be somebody important if you are staying in 10.” He let out a low whistle. “Do you know Mr. Donovan?”

“You could say that.” I wondered if I really did know Luke. So much about him was still a mystery to me.

Our van climbed higher into the mountains. When we pulled off the main road, the driver stopped in front of an iron gate and reached through the window to punch in a code. The gate slid open and we continued forward. After about 100 yards, I could finally see Luke’s mountain home.

It was buried in the trees, but I could just make out all three stories.

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