easy.” He couldn’t imagine his life under a microscope.
“It takes a strong disposition, and someone without secrets.”
He hadn’t thought of that angle.
“Do you have any?” she asked out of the blue.
“Secrets?”
“Yeah.” She watched from the corner of her eye.
He thought of the question and searched his mental database. Page after blank page came up.
“Never mind. You don’t have to answer that.” Shannon’s voice deflated.
He raised a hand in the air. “No, no . . .” He paused. “Damn, I’m boring,” he finally said.
He heard a small laugh from her side of the car. “Everyone has something.”
No . . . high school didn’t count, college . . . he studied, he worked, did the typical things kids did who were actually trying to finish school in four years. Then decided four years was too long and left after two. Nothing newsworthy. His business was clean. Really boring.
Shannon shifted in her seat, waiting.
“There was that time in the Bolivian jail with that little cartel situation . . .” He lifted a hand from the steering wheel. “But the name change and plastic surgery seem to have gotten them off my scent.”
Shannon’s shoulders started to shake until finally her laughter broke.
He turned into his driveway lined with palm trees and parked in front of his garage doors.
“Where are we?” Shannon asked.
Victor had driven on autopilot. Not really considering the moment when he pulled up to his house.
“My home,” he told her. “But I’m not expecting anything. Let’s have a nightcap, talk about my drug selling days, and count the stars in the sky.”
If she was nervous, she didn’t show it. “We should introduce your friends to my ex bookie . . . I bet they’d get along.”
And she pushed out of the car.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Her cell phone was ringing.
Shannon reached out toward the phone jack on her nightstand and found her hand colliding with a lamp.
Her eyes blinked open. Sun from the corner of the room invaded her senses.
The bed was softer, the sheets didn’t feel right, and her phone kept ringing.
Victor’s.
The memory of crashing in Victor’s spare room late in the night surfaced. Her hand landed on her phone. “Hello?”
“Someone is sleeping in.” Avery’s voice shook some of the cobwebs from her brain.
Shannon swung her feet over the edge of the bed, looked down at herself. She wore an oversize T-shirt that didn’t belong to her. “Good morning,” Shannon said to her friend. “What time is it?”
“After nine.”
Shannon looked around the room to find a clock . . . didn’t see one.
“I need some coffee,” she said more to herself than Avery.
“I won’t keep you. I’m just checking to make sure you’re okay.”
She wiggled her toes on the carpet covering the dark wooden floors of the room. “I’m fine.”
“You left pretty abruptly last night.”
“Victor convinced me to sneak away.” She offered a tiny white lie to keep the questions at bay.
She heard footsteps from outside the room and then a knock at her door. “Shannon?” Victor called through the wood.
“Just a minute,” she said, covering the phone with her hand in an attempt to keep Avery from knowing she was talking with someone.
It didn’t work. “Oh my God, he’s with you.”
“It’s not what you think.”
“I need to hear all about this.”
Shannon didn’t believe for a second she’d escape the dozen questions her friend would ask.
“It was late, we’d both had another drink. I slept over. Nothing happened.”
Avery laughed. “That isn’t a good enough explanation. But I’ll let you go for now.”
“I’ll call you this afternoon.”
“Okay. But before you hang up, I wanted to give you a heads-up.”
Shannon stood and stretched. “About what?”
“You and Victor made the tabloids last night. A small shot on the front page leading to a full-page spread on the tenth.”
Any dust in Shannon’s head blew away with the news. “Whatever could they possibly say about me on a full page?”
“It’s never flattering.”
“Did they photoshop thirty pounds on me and say I was suicidal?” Which had happened a year after the split with Paul.
“No. But I wanted to warn you if you hadn’t seen it. And since you’re obviously still with Victor . . .”
“Got it.” She knew the drill. “I’ll call you later.”
They said their goodbyes, and Shannon tossed her cell phone on the bed.
In the bathroom, she found a bathrobe and made use of the brush and the extra toothbrush on the counter. She considered putting her jumpsuit on from the night before but couldn’t bring herself to start her day without coffee.