Dark Ambitions by Irene Hannon

Author:Irene Hannon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense;Mystery fiction;FIC042060;FIC042040;FIC027110
ISBN: 9781493419449
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2019-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

15

Why was someone calling her at . . . Heather squinted at the clock on her nightstand . . . eight in the morning on New Year’s Day?

Usually she and her dad didn’t eat breakfast until at least nine.

Of course, any other year, she’d be up by now.

But she’d never spent a New Year’s Eve night tossing after a surprise kiss and an alluring toast that had—as Rick predicted—been far more intoxicating than champagne.

Now that she was awake, however, she intended to join him next door ASAP.

She grabbed her phone, skimmed caller ID, and sat up. “Morning, Dad.”

“Happy New Year. Did I wake you?”

“Uh . . . I was about to get up.”

“Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep. I thought you’d be wide awake and primping for breakfast.”

She ignored his insinuation. “When are we eating?”

“Nine o’clock. I heard Rick come in not long after midnight, so I didn’t think that would be too early. I guess you two didn’t make a late night of it.”

“No.”

“Pity.”

She ignored that too as she stood. “I’ll be over in fifteen minutes.”

“Don’t hurry on my account—or your friend’s. He took off early.”

“What?” She tried to stem the tsunami of disappointment that swept over her. “Didn’t you invite him to stay for breakfast?”

“Of course I did. I left a note on the pillow in the guest bedroom. He left me one in return, on the kitchen counter. That man moves like a shadow. I didn’t hear a sound this morning—and you know I’m a light sleeper.”

“What did he say?”

“A work issue came up that required his immediate attention. He wrote a very gracious thank-you for my hospitality, and asked me to have you call his cell.”

She rummaged around in her closet for her oldest, most comfortable jeans. No reason to dress up for breakfast after all.

“I’ll give him a ring as soon as we hang up. Expect me in ten minutes.” It wouldn’t take long to get ready, since no primping was involved.

“Don’t rush the conversation with your friend on my account. We’re not eating for almost an hour.”

“Okay. See you soon.” She sat back on the edge of the bed and tapped in Rick’s speed dial number.

A work issue on New Year’s Day.

The septic tank again?

She wrinkled her nose.

Not the pleasantest kind of news to wake up to on a holiday.

Three rings in, Rick picked up and wished her Happy New Year—although she could barely hear his greeting over the sound of voices and . . . engines?

“The same to you—but you may have to talk louder. It’s hard to hear with all the background noise.”

“I know. I’m walking to a quieter place as we speak. Give me a minute.”

As she waited, the din diminished—but wherever he was, there was a lot of activity.

Much more than a septic problem should entail.

Curious.

“Sorry to leave without any warning this morning.” Rick came through loud and clear now. “I take it your dad got my note.”

“Yes. Are you at the camp?”

“No.” A beat ticked by. “Do you remember asking me not long after we met if I missed flying?”

“Yes.

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