Lonely Millionaire (25 page)
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Authors: Carol Grace
Laurie watched the interplay between mother and daughter and her heart filled with sympathy and a touch of envy. If things had been different, if she’d been more sensible...
“It must sound silly to you,” Gretel went on, “but you’ll understand when you have a baby of your own.”
One of her own. Laurie felt a lump form in her throat. With her luck she had small hope of having one of her own, let alone finding a man to have a baby with. She nodded at Gretel. “I understand perfectly.”
“You’re a true friend,” Gretel said earnestly, “the best. Don’t think I don’t appreciate what you’re offering, staying with a teething baby while I fly off to take a second honeymoon. If I weren’t such a worry-wart… Come on,” Gretel said, getting to her feet. “You must be tired. I’ll show you your room. I told Steve I’d sleep on it and let him know tomorrow.”
The guest room was furnished in the same style as the rest of the house, with a handmade quilt on the antique iron bed frame and a large oak armoire against the wall. After Gretel said good-night and took the baby with her down the hall, Laurie sat on the edge of the bed, her stocking feet resting on a handwoven braid rug, and tried to stifle the feelings of envy that threatened to engulf her. A charming old house, a husband and a baby. What more could anyone want?
She shook off her unbecoming feelings and got undressed. In bed, snuggled under a fluffy comforter, Laurie told herself now that she’d quit her job with the airline and forgotten about the handsome but married pilot who’d nearly broken her heart, she had her whole life ahead of her, that anything was possible, that all her dreams could come true. But the niggling questions remained: How, When, Where and Who?
The next day Gretel called Steve back and told him she couldn’t leave so soon and she and Laurie and Morgan headed off to see the sights. Morgan was tucked safely in her car seat, gnawing happily on her teething ring. It was Gretel who didn’t look happy. Not the next day nor the day after that. No matter how interesting the pictures in the art museum or how dazzling the view of Ontario from the Peace Bridge, she was racked with indecision about when to leave.
“So, Morgan,” Laurie said one afternoon as she held the little girl in her lap and fed her applesauce. “Shall we put your mother on the next plane for Seattle before she has a chance to change her mind?” Each day Laurie found herself growing more attached to her goddaughter, and Morgan was more willing to go to Laurie when her mother was tired or busy.
Gretel gave Laurie a wry smile. “How did you know what I was thinking?” she asked.
“Intuition,” Laurie answered. “I’ve known you a long time. Longer than Morgan here. And she and I agree that it’s time for you to cut the cord. Vamoose, skeedaddle, be on your way.”
Reluctantly Gretel met Laurie’s gaze. “But we haven’t seen the Falls yet. I’ve been saving it for last. And a friend of Steve’s was going to give us a personal tour. A gorgeous guy. I wanted you to meet him.”
“Morgan and I can see the Falls on our own. We don’t need a guide, no matter how gorgeous, do we, Morgan? After we drop you at the airport, we’ll go.” Laurie put Morgan in her high chair and reached for the phone. “I’ll make the reservation for you. You’re ready. You’ve been packed for days.”
Gretel listened to Laurie and watched her write down the flight information. She didn’t say yes and she didn’t say no. She did call Steve, though, and gave him her flight number. She didn’t change her mind, but she came close. She hugged Morgan and said goodbye a dozen times. At the airport she walked down the long tunnel to the plane with one very wistful backward glance at Laurie and her daughter. Laurie smiled confidently and even Morgan waved to her mother before the plane took off.
Laurie turned to Morgan in her arms just as the baby screwed up her face into a frown and began to scream.
Once in her car seat, Morgan turned bright red and flailed her arms in anger and frustration. It could have been her teeth, but Laurie suspected she was witnessing separation anxiety the likes of which she’d never imagined. And Gretel had barely left!
Laurie gripped the steering wheel tightly and wondered what to do. She realized, belatedly, that she didn’t know anything about babies except that she wanted one. Would Morgan prefer to go home or would she rather see Niagara Falls the way her mother had planned before she took off? Morgan didn’t say. She just cried as if her heart were broken.
So Laurie decided on the Falls. Maybe Morgan needed a distraction. Laurie certainly did. With one hand on the steering wheel, she reached into the glove compartment with the other for the map. Gretel had marked the route and Laurie soon saw the signs for the tollway.
Laurie kept driving and Morgan kept crying until they reached the parking lot for the viewing area of Niagara Falls. The noise of the white water was thunderous, almost loud enough to drown out Morgan’s sobs. Laurie unbuckled the baby from her seat, shoved the car keys into her pocket and grabbed Morgan’s backpack and diaper bag, all the while keeping up a line of chatter designed to soothe the child. With Morgan on her back and the diaper bag over her arm, Laurie approached the fence and gasped at the sight.
The water cascaded to a two-hundred foot drop sending a mist back up into the air. It was stunning. It was breathtaking. But not to Morgan. Her wailing reached new heights. Other tourists stopped snapping pictures of each other and looked at the baby. A man at the edge of the crowd stared at them. Probably wondering what torture Laurie was inflicting on the poor child.
“Please, Morgan,” Laurie begged under her breath. “Please don’t cry. Look at the Falls. Aren’t they beautiful?”
Laurie sank down onto a wooden bench, lifted Morgan out of the backpack and onto her lap. And Morgan continued to cry. Desperate, Laurie reached into her pocket, pulled out her car keys and rattled them in front of Morgan.
The baby stopped crying instantly, grabbed the keys out of Laurie’s hand and threw them over the fence and down into the depths of the turbulent Niagara River.
Laurie gasped, stood and looked with disbelief into the white water. “Morgan,” she breathed, “what have you done?” A better question was, what had Laurie done, handing her keys to a baby to play with?
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The Reno Con
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Tom Lyons was all set to have rousing sex with Pam Beltz in the back of the K-BLAST remote van when everything began going wrong. Saturday night, the place was packed, he’d spent ten minutes looking for an empty spot in the vast parking lot, finally spotting a couple of open spaces way out under the enormous, frenetically blinking neon sign that read:
Mountain Palace Casino
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Pam was a dancer in the stage show starting in less than an hour, so it would have to be a quickie. An unwelcome shaft of light from the sign slanted in under the piece of cardboard wedged against the side window. Tom had just slipped off Pam’s bra, and the flickering light danced across her breasts as if they were the featured item in a window display. Which, in a way, they were.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured as he lowered his face to her chest, nuzzling a nipple with his nose.
“It’s only been a week,” Pam said. “I thought you had more self-control than that. What’s wrong, weren’t there enough distractions for you at Tahoe?”
Her fingers moved through his hair; he shivered as the tips stroked his scalp.
“I’ve got to get rid of this light,” Tom said. “It’s driving me crazy.” He sat up and fiddled with the cardboard panel.
Pam looked at her watch.
“I guess when they put the sign up they thought people might be wanting to park their cars and go in and watch the show.”
“That shows you how little they knew about the fun you can have without ever leaving your car.”
As he worked with the cardboard a car approached. It slowed to a stop, then turned into the space next to the van.
“What’s that?” Pam asked, pulling the sleeping bag up to her neck.
“Damn! A car. Parking right next to us.”
Tom tilted his head against the roof and peeped through the gap at the top of the cardboard. “Hold still ‘til they get out.”
The two were quiet for a full minute, but the other car’s doors never opened.
“What’s happening?” Pam whispered.
“I don’t know. They’re just sitting in the car. Looks like four people. They’re just talking.”
They could hear the voices now. Men’s voices, first muted, then becoming loud and angry.
“What are they talking about?”
“I can’t tell. The windows are closed. It’s a Mercedes. They’re airtight. Maybe they’ll suffocate pretty soon and we can get back to business.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Pam said. She found her bra and began working an arm through it.
“Just another minute or two. They’re probably just trying to decide what show to see—”
From the Mercedes came a loud BANG! followed by a muffled scream.
“
My God
,
what’s that
?” Pam cried.
“
Jesus Christ!”
Tom croaked, jamming his eye against the crack.
“What? What is it?”
“I think they...I think they shot him. The guy that was shouting—”
The car’s door opened, and an instant later the van rocked as something soft and heavy thumped against it. Pam whimpered, fear welling up like vinegar in her throat.
“I can’t believe this!” Tom hissed. “They threw the guy out of the car! He fell against our car!”
“Is he dead?”
“I can’t tell. I can’t see down.” Tom’s face wedged against the crack as if his eyeball was frozen to the glass.
“Get away from the window! They’ll see you. And put your shirt on.”
The Mercedes’s engine roared to life as Pam spoke. The big car backed out of the space and began to leave. Tom turned away from the window and pulled on his shirt; as he did so the cardboard panel fell from the glass. He twisted back to see the Mercedes accelerating away, and in the car’s rear window, lit by the flashing sign above, a face. A surprised face, looking straight at Tom. Its mouth opened and appeared to utter a soundless stream of words. Tires chirped as the driver locked the brakes. The backup lights came on and the car lunged rearward.
“Oh, Lord Jesus, I think they saw me! The damn cardboard came down and they saw me! They’re coming back!”
Pam moaned in growing terror as Tom scrambled over her to the driver’s seat.
“Stay on the floor in case they shoot. I’ll drive.” He had one sleeve on, the rest of his shirt trailed behind him. Dropping into the driver’s seat, he ran his hand through the change in his pants pocket, desperately groping for the keys.
Thank God I still have my pants on,
he thought
. Why the hell didn’t I just leave the keys in the ignition?...I’ll make sure this never happens again
, babbled a voice from a part of his brain that didn’t yet understand that in a few moments he might no longer need pants or keys.
