Between Love and Honor by Tracy Solheim

Author:Tracy Solheim
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Romance, Fiction
ISBN: 9781951786182
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2020-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Quinn searched through all the closets on the first floor, even the pantry, with no sign of the tux. In fact, aside from the few staples Rich had supplied them with and a rogue beer in the fridge, there were no signs that anyone frequented the lighthouse at all. It was almost as if the gorgeous home was for show only. The place lacked any photos or personal effects. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she’d stepped into an operative’s cover house. She should know. She’d lived in enough of them.

“James Bond, indeed,” she mumbled to herself.

Ben had been secluded upstairs for more than an hour. During that time, there hadn’t been a sound from above. No shower running. No television droning on. No footsteps thumping on the floor. She was beginning to wonder if he was asleep.

Or dead.

Her heart stuttered at the thought. He might need help. She should definitely go up and check on him. It was as likely of an excuse as any if he caught her snooping.

She ventured over to the spiral staircase leading up to the top floor. When she looked up, she realized the steps led all the way to the torch room. She thought back to when Ben had first brought her here. There’d been a bedroom and a loo, along with a chart room, on the second floor. He could be in either place.

Using great care to keep her steps quiet, she climbed the stairs, thankful that at least the metal didn’t squeak. When she reached the second floor, muffled sounds came from the torch room. There was a heavy metal door separating it from the rest of the lighthouse. If she was lucky, that was where Ben had been hiding all this time.

She glanced into the chart room. It was outfitted with a couple of upholstered chairs situated in front of a picture window overlooking the bay side of the peninsula the lighthouse was built upon. The storm had moved out to sea leaving behind a cotton candy sky of puffy clouds tinted pink by the setting sun. The room and its view were so inviting, Quinn had a hard time redirecting her attention to the bedroom across the hall.

But when she did, the sight greeting her stole her breath. If the rest of the place was gorgeous, this room was stunning. A wall of windows served as a headboard for the king-sized platform bed dominating the space. Darkness had already descended on the Atlantic and the room was in shadows, but she could easily tell the room’s décor was a mixture of grays and blues—the soothing colors of the ocean.

Best of all, unlike the rest of the lighthouse, this room looked lived in. A towel hung from the knob of the toilet door. A pair of gym shorts were in a heap on the floor next to the bed. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, right beside them was a crumpled tuxedo. Her heart was racing when she dropped to her knees beside it.

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