curtain. Ignoring the package, she cleaned up the glass, replaced the bulb, then righted the lamp.
Rachelle longed to call the number Britt had her memorize and place on her speed dial, but she refused, knowing he himself would pack her up and move her to a hotel, no matter what she said. Instead, she called the other number she had added to her speed dial, the police station.
“Detective Todd, please,” she asked when an officer came on line.
“He’s not in right now. Can I take a message?”
“Yes, please. This is Rachelle Harris. I’m involved with the problems at Clairbourne Industries. Detective Todd talked to me on Saturday.” Great, rambling again. “Anyway I received a package from the guy doing it.”
“A package? What kind of a package?”
“A box with an angel in it.”
“Are you certain it’s from our perpetrator?” She could hear the interest in the officer.
“Yes.”
“Where was it delivered from?”
“It was waiting outside my door.”
“You’re certain it’s from our guy?”
“Yes, when I felt the angel I knew.”
“Felt, you touched it?” He snapped.
“Yes, I’m blind, but it’s what he calls me, Angel Voice.”
“All right, ma’am, I’m sending someone right over to pick it up. Please don’t handle it further.”
“I won’t.” It was said with easy certainty. Rachelle put the phone down and stood a moment trying to still her breathing. Deciding some music would help calm her, she put on the CD her sister gave her for her birthday and went to fix dinner. She was interrupted by the arrival of the officer, who took her statement and the package.
After dinner she called her sister Joann, who she had missed talking to the day before. They went through the normal things; family, work. She didn’t mention the calls and attacks. Though her family had heard of the bombing on the news, she didn’t want them to know she had any involvement, and assured her sister she hadn’t been anywhere near it.
“So have you met any new and exciting men lately?” Joann teased.
“As a matter of a fact, yes, I have.” Rachelle couldn’t resist answering.
“You have! Tell!”
“Well, he’s tall, dark and handsome,” Rachelle started.
“Oh, come on, don’t tease. I want to know.” Joann almost pleaded.
“He is. He’s also very nice, though he does have quite a domineering side though.”
“Where’d you meet him? Is he safe?”
Safe wasn’t a word she’d use to describe Britton Clairbourne, but he did make her feel that way. “He’s a very good man, hard working. I met him at work. He came to my office because of some problems with a message.”
“You’re dating?”
“No, but we did go out to dinner.”
“You went out. This man must be something.”
“It’s really nothing.” Rachelle was beginning to feel uncomfortable. “He wanted to ask me some questions and offered me a ride home and we stopped for pizza.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes.”
“You sure you won’t be seeing him again?” Joann sounded so disappointed, Rachelle almost felt like crying herself. Especially after what Lois said, about Britt liking her. He probably did as an employee.
“He’s my boss.”
“Mr. Matthews, he’s not tall.”
“No, Mr. Clairbourne.”
“You had dinner with Britton Clairbourne?” The air of shock hung heavy.
“Yes.”
“That man is a serious hunk. Wow!”
“What would Robert say to you talking like that?”
“I’m married, not dead. Besides Robert knows I think he’s the only hunk for me. But wow, you had dinner with one of the most eligible bachelors in the state.”
“It was nothing. He was being nice,” Rachelle insisted feeling a flush of warmth on her face.
****
Britt shoved a hand back through his hair. He wondered what Rachelle would say if he stopped by this late at night. Glancing at his watch, he realized she was probably asleep, snug in bed. He wished he was. He’d been so busy fighting damage control he had yet to
Rachelle longed to call the number Britt had her memorize and place on her speed dial, but she refused, knowing he himself would pack her up and move her to a hotel, no matter what she said. Instead, she called the other number she had added to her speed dial, the police station.
“Detective Todd, please,” she asked when an officer came on line.
“He’s not in right now. Can I take a message?”
“Yes, please. This is Rachelle Harris. I’m involved with the problems at Clairbourne Industries. Detective Todd talked to me on Saturday.” Great, rambling again. “Anyway I received a package from the guy doing it.”
“A package? What kind of a package?”
“A box with an angel in it.”
“Are you certain it’s from our perpetrator?” She could hear the interest in the officer.
“Yes.”
“Where was it delivered from?”
“It was waiting outside my door.”
“You’re certain it’s from our guy?”
“Yes, when I felt the angel I knew.”
“Felt, you touched it?” He snapped.
“Yes, I’m blind, but it’s what he calls me, Angel Voice.”
“All right, ma’am, I’m sending someone right over to pick it up. Please don’t handle it further.”
“I won’t.” It was said with easy certainty. Rachelle put the phone down and stood a moment trying to still her breathing. Deciding some music would help calm her, she put on the CD her sister gave her for her birthday and went to fix dinner. She was interrupted by the arrival of the officer, who took her statement and the package.
After dinner she called her sister Joann, who she had missed talking to the day before. They went through the normal things; family, work. She didn’t mention the calls and attacks. Though her family had heard of the bombing on the news, she didn’t want them to know she had any involvement, and assured her sister she hadn’t been anywhere near it.
“So have you met any new and exciting men lately?” Joann teased.
“As a matter of a fact, yes, I have.” Rachelle couldn’t resist answering.
“You have! Tell!”
“Well, he’s tall, dark and handsome,” Rachelle started.
“Oh, come on, don’t tease. I want to know.” Joann almost pleaded.
“He is. He’s also very nice, though he does have quite a domineering side though.”
“Where’d you meet him? Is he safe?”
Safe wasn’t a word she’d use to describe Britton Clairbourne, but he did make her feel that way. “He’s a very good man, hard working. I met him at work. He came to my office because of some problems with a message.”
“You’re dating?”
“No, but we did go out to dinner.”
“You went out. This man must be something.”
“It’s really nothing.” Rachelle was beginning to feel uncomfortable. “He wanted to ask me some questions and offered me a ride home and we stopped for pizza.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes.”
“You sure you won’t be seeing him again?” Joann sounded so disappointed, Rachelle almost felt like crying herself. Especially after what Lois said, about Britt liking her. He probably did as an employee.
“He’s my boss.”
“Mr. Matthews, he’s not tall.”
“No, Mr. Clairbourne.”
“You had dinner with Britton Clairbourne?” The air of shock hung heavy.
“Yes.”
“That man is a serious hunk. Wow!”
“What would Robert say to you talking like that?”
“I’m married, not dead. Besides Robert knows I think he’s the only hunk for me. But wow, you had dinner with one of the most eligible bachelors in the state.”
“It was nothing. He was being nice,” Rachelle insisted feeling a flush of warmth on her face.
****
Britt shoved a hand back through his hair. He wondered what Rachelle would say if he stopped by this late at night. Glancing at his watch, he realized she was probably asleep, snug in bed. He wished he was. He’d been so busy fighting damage control he had yet to
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