Normally, Alec would have told Bruce to drop him off at home and go ahead with the rest of his evening, but he wanted to know how Margo found out about him and Lana.
Bobbi answered the door. “Hey, what took you guys so long?”
“We stopped by a convenient store for gas,” Bruce said and kissed Bobbi on the cheek.
She giggled as she let them in.
Margo’s first floor was definitely set up for entertaining. She had an open floor plan. The walls were light brown. The color continued all the way into the kitchen. Lightly stained hardwood floors throughout, gold-colored granite countertops, and lightly stai
Alec sat in his office chair staring out the window. He had only seen Lana once in two and a half weeks. They had texted and chatted quickly over the phone, but it just didn’t seem like they could find time for each other. If Alec wasn’t working overtime to wrap cases up before the New Year, Lana had some social obligation, was running a bunch of errands, or had a therapy session. It was getting ridiculous. He had yearned for her for over fifteen years, and now she was within reach, and they still weren’t back together. His cell rang. He turned around in the chair and picked it up off the desk. He didn’t recognize the number but answered it anyway. It could have been a tip on
Layla and Katelyn Austin’s Christmas parties were on the same night, so the ladies came to a compromise. Layla would host hers from six to eight, and Katelyn’s party would start at eight and last for however long the guests stayed. It was fine with Layla because it was her first time hosting a fancy party. She didn’t want to dive in too deep considering that most of the appetizers she was serving she had only made once as practice. She knew Katelyn would have a full meal. Layla’s party was like an appetizer to the grand finale, and she was fine with that. At least half the guests arrived at five forty-five. Layla had the foresight to rent a champagne fountain to place on the dining room table. She had splurged on a case of Ace of Spades. She also h
The party continued as Christmas songs played on the living room stereo. It was a quarter till eight. Layla and Damien kissed Keisha goodnight so Izabella could take her upstairs and get her down for bed. The landline phone rang. Layla made her way to it in the living room. She answered it on the fourth ring. “Hello?” “Hey, are you all right?” Carter asked. Her eye widened at the sound of his voice. “Um, yeah.” “I haven’t heard from you in a while, so I called your cell, and it went straight to voicemail &n
It was Sunday, the day after the party. Layla was relaxing on the sofa, smirking as she thought about the Christmas parties from Saturday. They had all been at Katelyn’s house for the rest of the evening. The thought of her panties in Alec’s pocket all night had made her hot and excited. At one point in the evening, she had looked over at him, and he gave her a lightning-flash wink, and his hand roamed around in his pocket.Damien had made the party. He had only been gone for an hour. Luckily, the fallen patient had regained use of his legs. Damien had said that his nervous system was in a state of shock and needed time to come out of it. This afternoon, he had gone to the country club to play a game of golf with Corey Smith. Keisha was walking around with her play shopping cart acting like she was shopping.Someone rang the doorbell.Layla went to answer the door. It was Lacey.“Hey, Lacey,” she happily greeted. “How are you
Layla and Lacey searched Damien’s office upstairs while Keisha was playing in her room. Layla found the mysterious keys in second drawer of his desk. They decided to go to the storage facility Monday morning, after their husbands had gone to work. Layla called Izabella at home and asked if she could come to work at eight instead of nine. She was happy to come in an hour early. They were at Tampa Bay Storage’s office. They patiently waited for the first customer to finish his business. He paid his fee and got out of line. “Hi, I’m here to pay the overdue balance on unit one-two-four. Damien Miles,” Layla told the clerk.&n
I still can’t believe Memrose is so strong that it wiped out her entire memory. If I had started human trials and this was the result, I would have been ruined. Now that I know, I can make the necessary adjustments, and I’ll also have a report to hand to the association for funding to start human trials and extended research as needed. As for patient zero, her physical injuries are no more, and the pregnancy seems to be going well. I had told myself that I married her to keep an eye on her medically for research purposes, but it’s a lie. I don’t think I have been with a woman so beautiful and sweet. The truth is, the life of a doctor can be very lonely, and I’ve grown quite fond of her. So, it looks like I’m not doomed to spend the rest of my days alone with the darkness of Roseanne Quinn’s
Flashes of light and images invaded her brain as every nerve in her body stung; growing up in DC, visiting her extended family in Hampton, Virginia, the boy she dated during her junior year in high school, meeting and falling in love with Alec, and meeting Carter in DC at a fancy restaurant that her aunt and uncle had taken her to for making the dean’s list that semester. Carter had pursued her relentlessly with his dynamic personality and expensive little gifts, turning her on and then making her fall for him. She had left for New York to move into Carter’s penthouse. Carter had taught her how to shoot a gun, and she became a natural at it. During the years they were apart, Lana still thought of Alec. She had wondered if he found someone else to love and forgot about her. Did he have kids, how were his parents, and were he and Bruce still friends? But most important of all, she remembered wha
When Lana got back to the house, she asked Izabella to pack Keisha’s things while she packed up her own clothes in the empty suitcase and the carry-on she had brought back. She pulled out a hundred-dollars cash from her vanity drawer. She kept a little cash in the house in case of emergencies. Izabella walked into the bedroom. “Señora?” “Are Keisha’s clothes packed?” Lana asked without turning around. “Si. Along with a few of her favorite dolls.” “Good.” “
New Year’s Eve . . . When Alec had informed his parents of their status change to Grandma and Grandpa over the phone a few days ago they had been overjoyed. His mother had admitted that she had found Keisha special when she met her in Orlando all those months ago, but she couldn’t pinpoint why at the time. They were so eager to spend time with Keisha that they had drove from Orlando the same day that Alec had called them and they have been in Tampa since. His parents were currently at Lana’s house with Keisha and Izabella, freeing Lana to come over to his apartment for New Year’s Eve.Alec had gone through a lot of trouble arranging the surprise for Lana. She had Izabella stay with Keisha so she could come to his apartment an hour before midnight. It was too late to rent a fancy venue, and h
Christmas Day . . . Lana was back home on Sunset Boulevard. Since she was still Damien’s wife, the house and the rest of his assets with the exception of a small trust set aside for Keisha had been left to her in his will. The official reading of the will hadn’t happened yet, but Lana knew what was in it since they had drawn up wills together a year prior. Damien’s mother had been mortified and heartbroken when the FBI called and told her what had happened. She had requested for Damien’s body to be sent back to DC to be buried next to his father. Mrs. Miles had also made it a point to call Lana and tell her that she had no idea what her son had done to her. She had revealed that Damien had talked about a woman he was in love
Everyone had made their way back to the front of Sam’s Fishing House. Carter’s goons had been caught and rounded up. The FBI had taken Lana’s gun that she had shot Hugo with and the one that he had taken from her earlier. Alec told Lana that Keisha had been recovered and was waiting for her at the FBI office while the EMTs were attending to him. She had never been so relieved in her life. “Are you sure you’re all right?” Lana asked. “Yeah, just a little woozy,” Alec said. “He lost a lot of blood in the water,” an EMT stated. “We really should get him to th
The agents had split up into pairs to search the dock. The conversation with Blanchette had played in his mind as he and Bruce handcuffed Carter’s goons to a pole outside. “You boys got your marching orders,” Blanchette said. “Let’s do it.” They started breaking out of the huddle. “Peterson, let me talk to you for a second,” Blanchette said. Bruce had backed up and waited. Blanchette leaned against a black SUV. “I overheard two of the guys whispering while we we
Alec and Bruce were sitting in the van with Earl and two other guys. Most of the agents that were there were part of their division. Bruce had whispered to a few of the guys that Keisha was his daughter. They were surprised, but they were discrete. The last thing any of them wanted was Blanchette getting wind of it. He would bench Alec in a heartbeat. “This is agent Roch. I lost sight of Lana Murphy,” the radio in the van sounded. “Shit,” Alec sneered. “How the fuck did that happen?” Blanchette said over the airwaves. “She went to the bathroom. I was watching the door when Ms. Smith st
Lana had gone to the hospital. She had Damien paged twice to the front desk. He never showed up. She had gone to the OR and said she was his wife and asked if he was in surgery. They told her that he had never shown up for his shift, and they had to call in another doctor for an emergency spinal cord surgery. That was what made her think something was wrong. It wasn’t like Damien to shun his responsibilities at the hospital. Thinking that he could have been in an accident or had some sort of health emergency, Lana called the main phone number of the hospital and asked if Damien had been admitted as a patient. No one was listed under that name. She had walked the halls asking nurses if they had seen him. They hadn’t. “Where the hell is he?” she mumbled as the elevator descended down to the ER lobby. She had parked in the
It had been a little over an hour since Lana had texted him. When Alec’s doorbell rang thirty minutes earlier, he had thought it was her, but it turned out to be Bruce. Alec had told his buddy that he was expecting Lana. Instead of Bruce leaving, he had pushed past Alec and said he would go when she showed up. Alec was drinking rum and Coke while Bruce sipped on a beer. “It looks like she stood you up. Good thing I came by. You’d have been yanking your dry crank with Lucky watching you like you had lost your mind if I hadn’t,” Bruce goaded with a smirk. “You are the constant comedian,” he said sarcastically. “She probably got stuck in traffic, or maybe
Lana had decided to stop by Tampa Guns and Range before picking up Izabella. She had gone to the locker rooms to get her gun and the extra magazines she had for it. She had her two revolvers in the car, but considering her situation, she didn’t think she could have too much firepower. Besides, the only agents she was willing to trust with hers and Keisha’s safety were Alec and Bruce because of what happened last time. Once she had alerted the FBI that she had total recall, they would reopen the case against Carter and his goons.Keisha had just quietly watched her put the gun and bullets in her bag. Then they had gone back upstairs to leave, but Lana was distracted by the bulletproof vests.She asked Lou if he had vests small enough for children. He did and grabbed the smallest one he had for Keisha to try on. It was a little big for her, but she seemed comfortable in it, and it would do the
Damien had been able to come home for a quick bite to eat with his family before going to the hospital for a few hours. When he had walked through the door and saw the word Memrose spray painted on the living room wall, he had never been so shocked in his life.Somehow, someway, Layla had gotten her memory back. If that wasn’t bad enough, she knew that he had used Memrose on her. He had groaned with agony when he discovered half of Keisha and Layla’s clothes were gone. “Damn it!” Damien roared with anger and frustration. He didn’t know whether to pack his own bags and head for the airport or try to find them. He knew what he did was illegal, and his medical licenses would definitely be revoked. However, he loved his family, and he wanted them back.