Follow Your Heart by Emilie Loring

Author:Emilie Loring [Loring, Emilie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Lume Books
Published: 2019-04-17T00:00:00+00:00

XV

Jill shook her head at her reflection in the mirror. There were dark circles under her eyes and a droop to the corners of her mouth. That’s what a sleepless night had done to her. She had tossed restlessly until daybreak.

Why had Peter Carr been armed and where had he gone in the night? What did he plan to do that would require using a revolver?

For hours the same questions had hammered at her mind. Who was the man who called himself Peter Carr, whose watch bore the initials J.T.? What was he doing here? He had tried in every possible way to marry Denise Clayton and get his hands on her money. Denise thought he might have set fire to the warehouse. Dan Holt thought he had pretended to “save” her because she was the Bellamy heiress. Had Peter been in the warehouse for some reason the day she was locked in? He had never explained how he happened to be near a deserted building on a dead-end road.

And there was Aunt Sally’s lodger, the glamorous Lola Thompkins, whom Peter had seemed not to know, whom he obviously knew so well.

Jill looked clear-eyed at the mass of evidence that weighed against Peter Carr. Then she listened to her heart. I don’t believe it, she told herself firmly. I believe in Peter.

She glanced again at the face which reflected her sleepless night and shook her head disapprovingly. Never lose your trust, blind trust, she told herself. Follow your heart.

She slipped into a white bathing suit, put on sandals, caught up her cap and went softly downstairs, trying not to arouse the sleeping household.

The lawn sparkled with dew and a tiny rabbit hopped off in haste as she appeared. The trees looked freshly washed in their green finery, the leaves sparkling as though prepared for the special festival of a new day.

She ran across the cool grass to the pool and sat on the edge to test the water. Br-r-r. It had not warmed up after the cool New England night. For a moment she hesitated, shivering. Then she pulled on her cap and climbed swiftly up to the diving board. For a moment she poised on the edge, bouncing lightly up and down. Then, with arms widespread, she made a perfect swan dive.

She cut cleanly through the water and came up, swimming vigorously toward the end of the pool. The water had been like ice. Her breath was cut off with the shock. She turned, kicked backward, and swam to the other end. Up and back, up and back, with long strong easy strokes until the water no longer felt cold. She turned on her back to float, eyes closed, and felt the sun warm on her face.

I’m happy, she thought suddenly. This is a perfect moment. I’ll remember it always. But why? What gives me this sudden all-pervasive joy? She did not need to ask herself the question because she knew the answer. She had conquered her fears and her doubts and she was left with the firm support of her blind, liberating trust.

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