The Black Sheep's Redemption. Lynette Eason

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       The last thing she did before bed was set the timer on the coffeemaker Fiona had given her as a housewarming gift.

       Only she’d been so distracted last night, she’d forgotten to set the timer.

       She filled the carafe then opened the cabinet to pull out the canister of coffee.

       When she pulled off the top, she gaped.

       A piece of paper sat on top of the ground coffee.

       Wariness flooded her. How did this get in her coffee can? Reaching in, she pulled it out and read, Stay away from Charles Fitzgerald. You don’t belong here.

       Knees suddenly week, she dropped the paper back into the can, slapped on the top and gasped, her lungs deflated.

       Flashes of a hard fist. Shouted angry words. Pain in her head.

       She cried out and sank to the floor, hands gripping her hair. Her head throbbed, but she forced herself to think, to remember.

       “No!” The word echoed, the pain in her head intensified and tears slipped down her cheeks. Heart thudding, head pounding, she whispered, “Please, stop. Stop.”

       For the next few minutes she sat there and emptied her mind of every thought. She couldn’t force it. And she had to pull herself together for Charles and the children.

       Twenty minutes later, a fine tremor still shook her, but she took a look in the mirror as she ran a brush through her hair. The excited anticipation of the day had waned because of the message still in her coffee can—and the disturbing flashes that resonated in the corners of her mind.

       But the thing holding her together was the thought of being with Charles and the children.

       That gnawing in the pit of her stomach agitated her as she realized she’d been right. Her instincts had been dead-on when she thought someone had been in the apartment yesterday.

       But who?

       And what should she do with the odd—and scary—message? Was it from someone who was warning her away from Charles because of what happened to Olivia? But what a weird way to do so.

       Should she report it to the police? But what could they do? And why say she didn’t belong there? Why would someone go to all the trouble to sneak into her apartment and leave that in her coffee can?

       The coffee can.

       A strange place for a note. Why put it there?

       Unless the person knew her. Knew her habits.

       A chill swept through her.

       The person had to know that she loved coffee. That she would be in that coffee can first thing this morning. Or soon anyway.

       Or was it simply coincidence? The coffeemaker sat in plain sight on the counter. It would be a short thought to realize there would be coffee in the cabinet somewhere.

       But why?

       Her head started to ache again. Determined to push the incident out of her mind until she felt ready to deal with it, she focused on the excitement she’d felt when she first woke up and remembered what she was doing for the day.

       She muttered, “You really shouldn’t be so excited about spending the day with Charles and the kids. He’s your employer, nothing more.”

       She flushed as she said the words out loud because she knew they were a lie.

       She’d been attracted to him the minute she’d looked into those blue eyes and seen compassion—and a spark of something more as he’d questioned her during the interview for the nanny position.

       Wishing she had some lip gloss or lipstick made her flush hotter and she rolled her eyes at her reflection. Shiny lips hadn’t gotten her the job. Trustworthiness and capability were the qualities Charles had been looking for, and she’d assured him that she had both. He was obviously a good father who was very careful about whom he left his children with.

       As well he should be.

       But today wasn’t about work even though she looked forward to caring for the children during their time together. Most of all, she wanted to get to know Charles a little better. Spending the day together would allow that.

       She didn’t mind the idea one bit.

       But someone else did. Someone else thought she didn’t belong here. Here in town? Here with Charles? Here in The Reading Nook?

       Again, who?

       Standing at the window in her bedroom, she glanced down in the small alley that ran behind her building. It was a shortcut to the other street and had a lot of traffic most days.

       She’d stood in this spot many times since moving in. Just watching, wondering about the lives that passed under her window.

       Today, the foot traffic was light.

       A solitary figure in a hooded sweatshirt, hands tucked in the front pockets walked slowly. Then paused in front of the back door that would lead into her building. She watched him reach out, his arm moved in a twisting motion.

       What was he doing?

       Seeing if the door was unlocked?

       Fortunately, she and Fiona kept it locked unless there was a delivery expected. Tensing, she waited to see if he could get in. Was he the one who’d broken in and left the note?

       When he dropped his hand and turned to walk off, she breathed a sigh of relief.

       Chloe wound herself around Demi’s left ankle, distracting her from her thoughts and unanswered questions. She picked up the cat and carried her to the bed. Setting the animal on the coverlet, she asked, “Shorts or jeans?”

       Chloe commenced cleaning her left front paw.

       “Right. That’s what I thought, too. Jeans it is.”

       Pulling up her hair into a ponytail, Demi dressed in her thrift store jeans and a flowered top. She opened her purse and grabbed a ten-dollar bill that she stuffed into her front pocket.

       She picked up the cell phone Charles had insisted she have the first day she’d reported for work and stuck that in her back pocket. Then she snatched her light jacket from the closet. Unable to bring herself to close the door, she left it cracked open.

       Demi stepped out into the hall and pulled the apartment door tight behind her. She double-checked the lock, doing her best to push yesterday’s and this morning’s incidents from her mind. Shivering at the unpleasant memories, she pocketed the key and slipped into her jacket.

       Once down the steps and outside, she looked around for the man who’d stopped at her building and tested the doorknob. Seeing no one, she told herself to relax.

       Since she was much too early to meet Charles and the twins—and there was no way she was СКАЧАТЬ