Friday, April 12, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 39

“So your destiny is to die?” snapped Ned.
“No,” Rainy said softly, “look, I don’t know what will happen, but I feel like we’re doing the right thing by helping Lindie.” She looked through the big picture windows of the coffee shop and saw Hoyte paying for the coffee. “Hoyte will be back any minute. I appreciate the offer, Ned, but I can’t run from this. The universe will find another way to make the omens come true. My best shot is to look destiny right in the face and dare her to follow through, all the while fighting back.”
“It’s a fight for your life,” said Ned.
“And I won’t go quietly.”
Hoyte exited the coffee shop and jogged through the rain toward the car.
“I’ve got to go,” said Rainy.
“If you change your mind, the offer stands,” said Ned.
“Thank you.” Rainy hung up as Hoyte got in and handed her a coffee.
“Was that Ned?” he asked.
“Yes, he said he texted you the address, but he wanted to give me an update as well,” explained Rainy.
Hoyte nodded. “I’m glad the two of you have become friends. I just hired him to look after you, but this is better. Even though, I know I never should have done that …”
“Total invasion of privacy,” Rainy interrupted as she blew on her coffee.
“Yes, it was, and I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry that you and Ned are friends,” said Hoyte.
Rainy thought about what Ned had offered and her heart warmed a little. “Neither am I.”
Hoyte looked at his phone and then typed the address into his gps, “Shall we?”
They drank their coffee quietly as Hoyte drove to the apartment building. Rainy wasn’t sure what he was thinking about, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Ned’s offer and what would be best for Clover. She had met what she said. The universe would have its way, even if they didn’t investigate the Lindie lead. The fact was, the only way to hold the premonition at bay was by following Hoyte’s intuition that if they saved Lindie, they would save Rainy.
They pulled up in front of the manager’s office at the apartment building. “Too bad that address didn’t come with an apartment number.”
“We’re lucky it wasn’t a burner phone,” said Rainy, trying to sound braver than she felt. The apartment building didn’t look much better than the motel. It was a two story building, holding about two dozen apartments. Some had rickety wood balconies that Rainy was sure would collapse if someone actually tried to enjoy one. The paint chipped away from the wooden exterior exposing the warped and half-rotten wood under the dismay tan paint.
“How do you want to play this?” asked Hoyte.
“We could use your celebrity again,” teased Rainy.
Hoyte sighed. “When I was younger, I loved the attention, now … well … it can be taxing.”
“Oh my gosh,” said Rainy with an eye roll. “Please, tell me how your wealth is so hard to handle. Being able to buy whatever you want, have people falling at your feet for your attention, being able to hire staff to follow ex-girlfriends … yep, sounds like a struggle. Let’s go.”
She got out of the car, thankful the cool rain helped to cool her nerves. Hoyte followed close behind. “How long are you going to hold that over my head?”
Rainy stopped and looked at him as rain pour over them. “I just don’t understand why you did it.”
“Is it really that hard to understand?” said Hoyte. His emerald eyes begged her to see what he was trying to say. She knew exactly why he had done it just as much as she knew that he didn’t want to say it out loud. “Rainy, I …”
“Just forget it,” said Rainy, not wanting him to finish his sentence. “I promise I won’t bring it up again.”

She turned and started forward, just has Hoyte grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. He leaned in and kissed her, and Rainy’s heart leapt as if it had found a piece of itself that had been missing.

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