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“You’re just now figuring that out?”
“I guess I am,” she murmured “and I’m starting to figure out a whole lot more as well.”
“You know I’m here for you,” he said, turning off the car and taking her hand. “If you need to talk, or a shoulder to cry on, somewhere to stay if things get dicey, whatever. I’m just a call away.”
“Thanks, Tony. I never expected to end up in a situation like this, but I have no regrets.”
“Let go inside, grab a snack and relax on the terrace for a bit.”
“That sounds perfect.”
But as Tony rolled cautiously past Stella’s car and into his garage, upstairs in his bedroom, Heather froze.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WHILE TONY WAS WITHStella at Matt’s house, Heather had been at her bedroom window watching for his return. Like most of the homes in the elite community, the garage was next to the road, making it impossible to see from her vantage point. When the lights came on in his house, she looked through binoculars for any signs of life. But they turned on automatically. There was no-one moving around inside. By 3 a.m., hating herself for being so obsessed with the handsome tennis coach, she flopped on her bed and fell asleep.
But she forgot to close her blackout curtains.
The following morning, the bright sunlight streamed into her bedroom, waking her up much earlier than she would have liked. Dragging herself into the bathroom, she took a long, cool shower, then headed down to the kitchen for something to eat.
She was lamenting her deep attraction to Tony over a bowl of cereal when she thought she heard a car roll to a stop. Dashing to the laundry room overlooking the street, she peered through the window. A red BMW convertible was parked behind his garage, and an attractive, busty blonde was climbing out. To Heather’s dismay, he appeared a moment later, hugged the woman, and they walked into his house arm in arm. Heather thought she looked vaguely familiar, but Malibu was a small community, and they could have crossed paths in any number of places.
Heading quickly back to the kitchen and grabbing a mug of coffee, she hurried up to her bedroom hoping to catch a glimpse of them in his home. But before she even picked up the binoculars, she saw them ambling onto the terrace.
Sipping her coffee as she watched them sit down, she seethed with jealousy. Tony was grinning, and the beautiful blonde kept touching his arm. But when he checked his watch and they stood up, Heather suspected he was about to leave, perhaps with her.
She decided to find out.
Trotting down the stairs and into the garage, she jumped into the Buick the housekeeper used. Tony would recognize her Jaguar convertible, but he wouldn’t give the sedan a second glance. Driving a few hundred yards from her home, she pulled to a stop at the side of the road and waited.
The minutes ticked by.
She was beginning to think she’d made a mistake when Tony’s car emerged from his garage. Holding her breath, she watched it roll slowly past the red convertible, then start down the street heading straight towards her. She ducked as he passed, but not before she caught sight of the blonde in the passenger seat.
Letting a few seconds go by, she began to tail them, and was shocked when just a minute later, Tony turned into the motor court behind the home belonging to Matt Montgomery. She shook her head. They could have strolled along the beach to get there. Why drive such a short distance?
