Under His Spell (The Miami Tycoon) by Lambert Kate

Author:Lambert, Kate [Lambert, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-01-15T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 3

Erica spent the next morning in a fog. The end of the night before, as well as whatever lay ahead, were inscrutable to her. Her memories of everything that happened before Anthony told her about Nick’s wife were crystal-clear: everything after was obscured in mist. She vaguely remembered yelling at Anthony in the lobby, but wasn’t sure if it was real or imagined, and couldn’t for the life of her remember why.

It wasn’t until midday that she began packing and readying to leave the guest room at Emily’s for her new place. She still only had a few suitcases; she’d have to drive up to Orlando the next day to get her furniture from the storage facility. After carrying her meager possessions to her car, she put the sheets from the guest bed in the washer and vacuumed the carpet.

Emily and Manny had both slept late, but they’d gone to get lunch by the time Erica finished her preparations to leave. She wrote them a note thanking them both and promising to make them dinner soon; she left it on the kitchen counter and locked the door behind her.

Erica felt none of the optimism with which she’d begun the week. The rings under her eyes were dark and the hangover still hung heavy over her head. Even a new apartment didn’t feel exciting or filled with possibilities. She just felt tired and vaguely nauseous.

Loading up the Karmann Ghia, Erica tried to cheer herself up. She loved the car, old and somewhat unreliable as it was. Her dad had given it to her before she’d left for U of M. Serene and Gary, Erica’s parents, lived in Homestead, a town on the far outskirts of Miami. They worked at Biscayne National Park, as an ecologist and a marine biologist respectively. Erica had loved growing up near the park, but had wanted to be in the big city for college.

The Ghia was her dad’s baby, a yellow ’71 model he’d bought cheap and spent years fixing up. Erica had been shocked the day he’d told her it was hers; almost overwhelmed at her father’s generosity. He’d told her she looked better driving it, but Erica knew he cherished the car.

She’d poured a healthy chunk of her lawyer’s salary (or of what was left after paying off her student loans) into keeping the car running, but now the Ghia purred like a kitten. It usually made her smile just seeing the bright banana-yellow paint job. Erica decided to pull the top down and listen to something fun on the way.

After waving hello to Marina, who was on the phone in the lobby (presumably with a flaky contractor, if tone and intensity of hand gestures were any indication,) Erica finally made it to apartment 6B. She dumped her suitcases on the floor and went to get a glass of water. Then she realized she didn’t have a glass. She drank from the tap, lapping like a cat, and began to sense a tiny bit of humor about her situation.

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