Under the Sheets by Shirley Hailstock

Author:Shirley Hailstock [Hailstock, Shirley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Shirley T. Hailstock
Published: 2014-12-17T05:00:00+00:00

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Robyn didn’t know how she got there, but sud­denly, she found herself in front of 1651 Gayle Street. She smiled at the pregnant woman working in the garden. Her old house looked happy. A young couple, probably having their first baby, lived there now. In the front yard, a young woman knelt, pulling weeds. Robyn was glad to see her taking care of the flower bed she had planted before her first anniversary. A moment earlier, a young man had left. He’d kissed his wife and reversed the Honda Civic out of the driveway with a happy smile and a wave to the woman on her knees.

Robyn wondered if they could be moles, planted by the men searching for her? She watched the pleasant looking woman for a while. Her body, in full bloom, had a glow that shown radiantly on her oval face. Robyn decided she was all right and took the chance of crossing the street and calling out to her.

"Hello," Robyn greeted, standing on the outside of the white picket fence that surrounded the carefully manicured lawn.

The woman turned, shielding her face against the morning sun.

"Good morning," she called, brushing the dirt from her knees as she approached Robyn.

"Do you know if Susan Collins will be back soon?"

"Susan Collins?" the woman repeated, her brow furrowing. "I’m afraid I don’t know anyone by that name."

"She lives in the house next door." Robyn pointed to the white vinyl-sided ranch-style house with black shutters and window boxes spilling over with yellow and white mums.

"We haven’t lived here very long, but Mike and Cara Evans live there."

"Oh," Robyn managed to sound sorry and look sin­cere. "I’ve been away a long time. I used to live here and Susan was my next door neighbor. I didn’t realize she’d moved."

"You lived here?" The woman seemed surprised. "In our house?"

Robyn nodded. "It was a very long time ago. This is my first trip back."

"My husband’s just gone to his office for a few hours. Why don’t you come in and have some tea with me?"

"I couldn’t."

"Of course, you can. I’m Jenny Bryant, and I love making tea." She pulled her gloves off and offered her hand.

Robyn smiled. "I’m Brooke Johnson." She took the soft hand.

"Brooke, what a wonderful name."

Robyn couldn’t believe her luck. When she crossed the street, she had expected to talk briefly and leave. Being invited in was like grabbing the golden ring. Moments later, she found herself sitting in the spa­cious kitchen where she’d received the news of Grant’s hijacking. The walls had been yellow then. Now, they were a Wedgwood-blue. The china cup and saucer holding the steaming cup of dark liquid was blue.

"I’m into names at the moment." Jenny rubbed her bulging stomach. "I like Brooke, but Brooke Bryant is too many B’s."

She had to agree with that. "When is the baby due?" Robyn sipped her tea. It was bland to her taste. She always spiked hers with apple spice.

"Three more months. But I feel like a cow."

"You look wonderful.

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