Deadly Redemptions by Elizabeth Munro

Author:Elizabeth Munro
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Swell
Published: 2016-03-25T00:00:00+00:00

South-West

Chapter 27

Avoiding Paul for the drive home hadn’t been as difficult as I’d thought. After we left Sig’s, we drove south-west toward California. Paul made small talk and seemed relaxed and comfortable with me in the passenger seat although the great weight he carried wasn’t far away. He hadn’t left it behind. He’d merely put it down to rest his arms.

I imagined his disappointment with me. He’d expected to find a woman perhaps only ashamed of something she’d done six months in the past and not his wife mated with another man. A woman who grieved her husband’s death and tried to get her life back with someone else, brief as it would have been. A woman who had her future taken from her for a second time and found herself trying to fit in to the past.

My emotional burden felt ever present, dragging me to my pit of guilt every time I began to enjoy being with him. Though he wanted and deserved happiness with his wife, it felt like only a matter of time before the honeymoon wore off and the word ‘unforgivable’ began to crop up every time he thought about me.

When we weren’t talking about everything but us and our marriage, the roads were bad and he tuned me out to keep us on the pavement.

Idaho Falls offered us a warm room. Paul checked us in then excused himself for a walk to get a feel for the neighbourhood, leaving me a handgun. He switched to thinking like a soldier; looking at me but seeing everything around me instead. A feel for the neighbourhood meant cataloguing everything from fences he could get me over or under, yards he could drive through if we needed an alternate route and if it came down to it, defensible positions away from civilians if there was any serious shit from Walker or Soros and he needed the two guns under his coat.

I was grateful for some time where I didn’t have to worry he’d call me out for the cheating wife I was and opted for a bath before dozing on the couch. At least there wasn’t room for Paul to curl up with me there. Anton had put me in his own room the night before to keep an eye on me, he claimed. He’d dragged in a sofa for himself.

The bathroom fan hummed when I woke and Paul slept on the bed. He left me a sandwich and half a salad. The two empty coffee cups in the garbage didn’t seem to hamper his ability to snore. He’d showered and changed his clothes; his glasses neatly folded on the bedside table with his guns.

After dinner, we watched TV together on the couch as he drank more coffee. Once I turned in, he disappeared outside. I woke every time the door opened as he divided his time between peering past the nearly closed curtains and stalking the neighbourhood. At dawn I realized I must have finally given in to real sleep since Paul lay in the bed with me, dressed down to his boxers.

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