Sunshine Hunter (A Susan Hunter Mystery) by Maddie Cochere

Author:Maddie Cochere [Cochere, Maddie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Maddie Cochere
Published: 2013-12-03T16:00:00+00:00

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Two o’clock in the morning.

I was tossing and turning and couldn’t sleep. It had been an eventful evening, and I was too amped up with too many thoughts rolling around in my head.

I tried to push them aside and think of something more soothing and relaxing. I thought about Mick. I missed him so much. I hated being homesick, and I felt like a child again, counting the days until I could go home. At least it was only one more day. Or two more sleeps was how I counted when I was little.

If only I could go to sleep.

I tried to think about Mick again and remembered a picnic we had taken in the city park. It started out romantically enough. We held hands and walked along a shallow creek as it snaked its way through the park. I love lilacs, and there was a huge bank of the bushes near a footbridge to cross the creek. As we walked across the bridge, the smell of the lilacs was intense. I love when my senses are heightened, and the strong, pleasant odor of the flowers gave me a surge of euphoria. I breathed in deeply and made a satisfying uhm sound.

Mick was aware of my delight. He led us off the path and turned me to face him with my back against a tree. He leaned in and kissed me, gently at first, but then harder and with longing. I was overwhelmed by my feelings for him and returned the passionate kiss. The moment was perfect, but I was grateful we were in a public park and couldn’t succumb to the urges that were going to put us in jail if we gave in to them right there.

He took me by the hand again, and we made our way back to our picnic spot. Everything about the day had been perfect. I settled onto our blanket while Mick unpacked our lunch. I had made fabulous chicken salad sandwiches with a hint of lemon, no bread crusts, and the edges rolled in crushed cashews.

Who knew bees would be attracted to chicken? So many bees!

Ok, that was a good memory with a bad ending. This wasn’t helping me to sleep. I tried to think about our conversation yesterday. He missed me, and wanted to see me. That was good. He told me about his marriage. What did his wife look like? Ooh, what did his wife look like? I could find out if I really wanted to. He said she was involved in Community Theater over in Marshall. I bet there was a picture of her there. Did I really want to see what she looked like?

Yes, I did.

I hopped out of bed, turned on the lights, and quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans. I left my room and took the elevator to the lobby.

I didn’t recognize the night clerk, and he didn’t say anything to me as I walked across the stone floor to the small media center.

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