She's Gone! by Lorena May

Author:Lorena May [May, Lorena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: psychological thriller, mystery, suspense, contemporary women, women sleuths, crime fiction
Publisher: Lorena May
Published: 2018-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

DIANE, 2016

The soothing, cool rush of the ocean pressed against her as she swam, filling Diane with new hope. The sky above was cloudless; bright. She flipped over to lay on her back, scanning the beach. Doug wasn’t there any more. He must have gone back to their rooms. A young family played on the shore, the mother pulling her little one along in the shallow water. The father sat with his son, helping him build a sand-castle. Diane felt the tug on her heart. She let herself float in closer, listening to their eager voices; the high-pitched voices of the children, the soft, lower voices of their parents. And she heard them laugh; the most glorious sound of all. A family laughing together.

She emerged, looking to smile at them. They didn’t see her, so involved were they in each other. Her toes sunk into the soft sand as she walked, bending to gather her flip-flops and put them on before heading up to the suite she and her husband shared. The hot sun dried the droplets of water on her body, and she reveled in the luxury of it all. It had been a good idea to, coming here. Both she and Doug needed to get away from it all. A break. A new start. This is what they’d required.

As she approached the gleaming white condos overlooking the seaside she saw him sitting at a table on their patio, drink in hand. Could he see her? She wiggled a little, an exaggerated sensuous walk. She knew she looked good in her new red bikini. She’s worked at it; eating clean and exercising hard.

“Mmmmm! Hey, big guy!” and she grinned at him, winking, thrusting her boobs out a little and twisting her shoulders, feeling a little silly about her obvious attempt at seduction.

Doug smiled indulgently and rose to pour her a glass of wine. She sat at the table, arranging herself to look her most alluring. Shoulders back, chest out, stomach tight, legs long, crossed at the ankles. She smiled at him as he set her wine before her and sat down.

“Thanks, Honey. You always know what I want.” And she winked suggestively. He didn’t bite. He just stared out at the turquoise waves lapping gently onto the white sand. She touched his hand, stroking it lovingly for a moment, eyes down-cast. He patted it with his other hand, like one would to comfort a child, then gently withdrew it from her lingering touch. She looked at him. His lips were tight, his eyes averted from her gaze.

She tried a more direct approach. “The OPK says I’m ovulating now.”

He looked at her, now, through narrowed eyes. “OPK?”

She felt a rush of resentment. Why do I always feel like I’m in this alone? “The ovulation predictor kit. I told you about it.”

He shrugged, exhaling a gust of air. “I don’t think I want that,” he said.

“WHAT?” spittle built in the corner of her mouth. “Its practically all I’ve talked about

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