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“You can drive, Suzette. You could have gone without a chauffeur.”
“He wouldn’t have been impressed. Jason and I have never met. Someone told him about me, saying I was beautiful. I think he might be an agent although he didn’t say so. But even if he’s just looking to meet an available woman, he sounded very nice. He lives in Fruitland Park and wants me to meet him at a club there. He said a friend was using his car or he would have come after me.”
Fruitland Park. Rob stirred uneasily. That little town had been cropping up big time lately. Quite a coincidence. “If it isn’t too late, I could take you there now.”
“He was at a place called The Silver Spoon,” she said, looking at her watch.
An alarm went off in Rob’s head. Too much déjà vu.
“Maybe he still is. I’ll just be a minute. I need to repair my eyes before we go.” Grabbing up her handbag, she smiled through her tears. “If you’ll just escort me inside the nightclub…so he knows I have a chauffeur, you can call your girlfriend from the car and apologise.”
“Nightclub? It isn’t ex—“
Suzette slammed the guest bath door behind her.
Rob held his head. He couldn’t believe he was taking yet another woman to The Silver Spoon. And both in the same night.
Kitt was shaking when she reached the parking lot of the condos. She rubbed her temples trying to clear her head. It was hard to think with all these thoughts running around in her head. How was she going to get home? It was miles and, anyway, it was too late to walk. She wouldn’t be safe on the highway alone. She leant against Rob’s Vette, tears streaming down her face. That terrible woman was up there alone with him. Kitt had looked back and seen her pushing her huge obviously enhanced boobs against him as she locked her arms around his neck. Sobbing, Kitt crawled inside his car. He wouldn’t be coming down anytime soon, and she’d be safe here. Locking the doors, she glanced down. The idiot had left his keys in the ignition.
Suddenly, she knew what to do. Suzette…was that her name?…must have been driving the other car—a silver limo. So she was rich and beautiful even if she was older than Rob. What more could he ask for?
Was she the one who’d helped him decorate his condo? Had he taken her to Gaylord Palms to meet another man or was that even the truth?
Turning the ignition switch on, Kitt sped out of the parking lot towards home.
On second thought…if Rob tore himself loose from that hussy before she raped him…and if he cared about Kitt enough…he’d look for her at Sugar’s. With a squeal of tires, Kitt turned the Vette towards Fruitland Park and The Silver Spoon.
With luck, Jason and Lana would arrive there soon. It was past ten o’clock and Kitt was alone. She was too angry to be frightened but Dan had given her strict rules how to stay safe. And that included calling in with your location before approaching a crime scene. Not that there was a crime going on, but if she approached the perp… She dialled Dan’s mobile and gave him the scoop.
“What is your plan?” he asked. “You need to know.”
“I…I just want to make a positive identification.”
“Kitt. Are you okay? You sound tearful.”
“I’m fine. Never better.” Except half an hour ago—before her world fell apart.
“Look. I don’t think this guy is dangerous but safety is your first priority. Engage him in conversation if you like but don’t leave the bar with him.”
“I’m smarter than that, Dan. I’ll find out all I can so you can notify our client then I’ll leave alone.”
Kitt felt self-conscious entering the tavern alone late at night. She was still wearing the shorts and tank top she’d had on that afternoon when she was there with Rob and all the guys at the bar turned to stare.
Ohmigod. Rob was sitting at the bar. She clasped her hands to her pounding heart. How could he have gotten here before her? It wasn’t possible. Or was it? Kitt squinted into the dimly lit room and took a few steps forward. The man on the barstool had light curly hair like Rob’s…but Rob had shaved his off. And this guy was wearing a white shirt and dark jacket.
It must be…Jason Terewski. She’d momentarily forgotten the newspaper clipping and the resemblance was much greater than she’d expected.
Thank God. If this was Jason, and she’d bet it was, Rob wasn’t her perp. She took a couple of steps forward and could see that this man was older looking and not at all sexy. Kitt exhaled deeply. Hallelujah. Rob isn’t my perp. Not that Kitt ever believed he would bilk or steal. But from the proprietary way Suzette talked, it was still possible he was Suzette’s kept man. At least, she seemed to have some claim on him.
Sniffling, Kitt headed for a table. She needed to concentrate on the man at the bar…Jason…the perpetrator assigned to her. Oddly enough, he was wearing a red carnation in his lapel. He’d apparently been to some gala affair or he and Lana were going somewhere special after they closed the tavern. Where was she?
Jason wasn’t covert about giving Kitt the onceover as she passed. Maybe he’d noticed her observing him. She shivered at the feeling he was mentally undressing her. However, it might give her an advantage if she wanted info directly from him. She took a seat a comfortable distance from the bar but with a clear view.
A waitress, whose name tag said ‘Ginni’, approached her small table, and Kitt ordered a margarita, which should be tall enough to nurse for awhile.
“Would you like a menu?” the server asked when she returned with the drink.
She’d missed out on the dinner Rob promised her and she was hungry. However, she didn’t want to take her eyes off Jason, so she shook her head. “I’ll take a cheeseburger platter with the burger cooked medium. Catsup, pickle, onion.”
