Spectrum (Stone Society #14) - Faith Gibson Page 0,89
Acapulco. Somewhere warm where it’s just the two of us. Deacon has the Pen under control, and I’d just like to get away from New Atlanta for a while.”
“Whatever you want.” Gregor unbuttoned his shirt, and Tessa licked her lips when his defined chest came into view. It was a sight she never tired of.
“I want you.” Tessa slid from the bed, and they undressed each other, taking their time. Lately, Tessa had been so focused on getting pregnant she hadn’t allowed herself to enjoy the act. Tonight, she vowed to lavish her mate with all the attention he deserved.
Rebekah took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. It had gone cold as she sat and stared out the back door. Sleep had been a long time coming the night before as she went over what happened at the restaurant. It didn’t surprise her that Dan Sykes had asked her to partner in their investment. What she had trouble with was whether or not Christopher had known who she was beforehand. Regardless, she didn’t want to see him anymore. That didn’t bother her. A weekly coffee date was all they had. And while those meetings were mostly pleasant, she wouldn’t miss them. Maybe it was time to do some more traveling. Other than her cat and The Gardens, there really was nothing keeping Rebekah in New Portland.
Speaking of The Gardens, Saturday was her day to volunteer, so she rose from the table and dumped her cold coffee in the sink. Rebekah prayed Christopher wouldn’t show up and sabotage her day. She needed the peacefulness to wipe away the previous night. After giving Esmeralda lots of loving, Rebekah showered and dressed. The drive to The Gardens wasn’t long enough for Rebekah to do a lot of thinking. She didn’t want to think, so she turned on what she called her guilty pleasure playlist. It was full of pop songs that were upbeat, and Rebekah sang along with each one.
Her job as a volunteer varied each week. Sometimes she helped in the gift shop, but more often than not, she was stationed at the concierge desk for the first three hours it was open. Afterward, she was free to roam. Since she hadn’t seen Christopher come through, she was fairly certain he was going to leave her alone, at least for today. So once she was relieved, Rebekah stopped off at the café for some tea, then made her way around the pathway by the Flat Garden, passed underneath the Wisteria Arbor, then turned right toward the Moon Bridge. A couple was standing at the railing. Rebekah turned toward the opposite railing, but the woman stepped toward her.
“Rebekah? It’s me. Isabelle Montague.”
Rebekah gasped. “Izzy?” Talk about a blast from the past. Rebekah hadn’t seen Gabriel’s sister since she was a toddler. “Is it really you?”
Isabelle nodded. “Yes. It’s me. I’m so glad I found you.”
“Found me?” Rebekah took a step back. Why would she be looking for Rebekah unless she wanted something? The woman was dressed in nice clothes, and the man with her was dressed even more sharply.
“Yes. I have so much to tell you, and afterward, I was hoping you’d come back to New Atlanta for a visit.”
“But why? Wait, is this about Gabriel? Did you find him? Did he come home? Is he okay?” Rebekah’s heart was trying to beat out of her chest.
Isabelle smiled. “It’s a long story. One best not told out in the open. Is there somewhere we can go to talk?”
Rebekah looked at the man who was standing stoically behind Isabelle.
“I apologize. Rebekah, this is my husband, Dante Di Pietro. He’s New Atlanta’s Chief Medical Examiner.” Dante stepped forward and held out his hand.
Rebekah switched her tea from her right hand to her left so she could shake. “It’s a pleasure, Dr. Di Pietro.”
“Please, call me Dante.”
“If you’d like, you’re welcome to come to our hotel suite,” Isabelle said just as another couple walked toward the bridge. It was the same redhead from the night before.
“Hello again,” the woman said, stepping right next to Isabelle.
“Hello. Uh, do you two know each other?” Rebekah was getting worried about this being a trap. But why would Isabelle want to trap her?
“Yes, I’m Tessa, Isabelle’s cousin. This is my husband, Gregor Stone.”
“Stone? As in the Stones who rebuilt New Atlanta?”
Gregor inclined his head. “Yes, ma’am.”
Rebekah turned back to Tessa. “Did you know who I was last night? What’s going on here?”