Page 211 of The Counterfeit Lover


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My everything.

I will protect him to my dying breath.

Before. Now. In the future.

I exist because he does. And so I will continue to exist while he does.

As my alarm inundates my ears, I snap my eyes open, ready for the next step.

While on my little excursion, I'd bought a disposable phone and I'd managed to coax Yuyu into giving me some of her extra potent sleep concoction. I'd only had to act a little distraught and she'd taken pity on me immediately.

Getting out of bed, I head to the kitchen to prepare some coffee—gallons ofdecafcoffee.

Humming a soft melody to myself, I proceed to add all the concoction Yuyu had given me to the coffee before placing it in the few thermoses we have lying around.

When I'm done, I go to the door, opening it and coming face to face with three of the guards.

"You guys must be so tired," I start with fake concern. "Here, I made coffee for everyone. Make sure the people working the entrance and lower floors get some too," I add with a smile.

"Thank you, ma'am, we'll make sure everyone gets some," one of them replies, taking the bottles from me.

A few more murmured thank yous and I close the door, my eyes on the clock as I wait for thecoffeeto kick in.

In the meantime, I start getting ready for the next phase of the plan.

Taking the disposable cellphone I'd bought, I dial a number from my past.

"Well, hello," I drawl, curious for his reaction.

"Who's this?" A man's voice immediately comes through, eliciting half a smile from me.

"Hello, Vasquez. Don't tell me you don't recognize my voice anymore."

"Noelle?" he asks in disbelief. "It's really you, isn't it?"

"Quite so. Sorry to call you after so long, but it hasn't been safe for me to do so," I lie, not wanting to go into too much detail about what happened.

"But how… I heard what happened at thehacienda.I thought you'd died… That everyone died."

"I was the only one to survive. How could you doubt me, you know nothing kills me," I chuckle.

"That is true. Damn, but it's good to hear from you. And I'm happy you're alive…"

"I need a favor," I cut to the chase. "Are you still on the East Coast?"

"Yes," he grunts. "We've relocated to New Jersey. What do you need? I still have a special set I commissioned for you. One I never got the chance to give you," he says in an affectionate tone—ahopefulone.

Alas, I can't dash his hopenow.Not when I need his help.

"I need the regular, but I'm sure the set would suit me too. You know I trust your expertise."

"Good. Let me give you the address," he suggests before dictating it to me.

I nod along, jotting the details down.

"I'll be there in a few hours. Thank you, Alonso," I add on a softer tone.

"Any time, Noelle. Looking forward to seeing you again."

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