The Other Woman by Ryan Hank Phillippi

Author:Ryan, Hank Phillippi [Ryan, Hank Phillippi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, thriller, Suspense, Crime, Romance, Adult
ISBN: 9781466800861
Amazon: B0CPKHP22M
Goodreads: 13575561
Publisher: Forge Books
Published: 2012-09-04T07:00:00+00:00

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Holly walked out of the post office, minus the package, Matt noted. Wonder what she’d mailed? She popped in her earbuds again, pulled off her cap, and messed around with her hair. She yanked the cap back on. Then readjusted her earbuds.

Geez. Get on with it.

He waited for her to get back in her car so he could follow her. His plan seemed eminently reasonable. He’d see if she went anywhere interesting or useful. Lassiter HQ, for instance. If so, play it by ear from there.

If she simply went home, also useful. Because in that case, he’d leave. He knew where she lived, right? He could go back to his hotel, catch a nap, shower, and come back in the morning. See where she went. It wasn’t like she was gonna leave Boston overnight.

Shit. Instead of turning right to get to her car, still parked in that spot by the fence, she was coming his way. He ducked, as if he were looking for something on the floor. He reached for the glove compartment, flipped it open, fingered out a map, unfolded it in front of his face. Sitting up, he sneaked a look around it.

Holly stood by the water, one ankle raised on the waist-high railing between her and the canal below. He saw her head bend to her knee, bob a couple times. Then she switched legs. Head to knee again. Stretching? Duh. She was going running.

Matt peered over the map, watching Holly put her slim body through a series of stretches and curls. Almost as if she were dancing for him, showing off in her skintight running suit, moving to the music he imagined must be on her iPod. She raised each leg, one after the other, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, lowering her head to her knee. She leaned back against the metal-railed fence, arms straight, arching her body toward him; then she turned and arched the other way. She turned her back to him.… Is she teasing? Does she know I’m here? She can’t— Then she touched her toes, palms flat to the ground. She put her hand on one heel, then stretched her leg out, in full splits, standing right there, not twenty feet from him, no idea he was watching this performance.

Matt could almost hear her music. Almost forgot to hold up the map. Holly’s head lolled back as she stretched her neck, eyes closed; then she rolled her head from side to side. She was drinking it in, enjoying it. She must be. The sun on the water, the seagulls, her body.

She thinks she’s alone.

Holly unzipped the hooded jacket she was wearing and shrugged it from her shoulders, revealing a sleeveless black top. Made of that same stretchy stuff as her pants. She adjusted her earbud string and tied the jacket around her waist. He could see her chest, the swell of her curves more maddening than he remembered.

With a shake that was almost a shiver, Holly jogged along the sidewalk away from him and turned right across the bridge.

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