Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Ginny looked around at the agreeing expressions of those who had gravitated closer to them to listen. “You’re speaking for them?”
“I believe they feel the same,” Allerton disclosed after searching the faces of those close to him. Soleil was just one of the many nodding her acquiescence.
“Then I find that sad.”
The suite went as silent as a tomb at her derogatory comment.
“Why so?” Desmond Beck asked.
“Aren’t you all members of the same charity? I would never classify people as numbers on a spreadsheets. Spreadsheets are tools to provide an analytic data. As a charity, I assumed you would think any loss was a failure. I guess that’s the difference between a registered charity and a non-profit one.”
Desmond gave her a charming smile. “Very true, very true.” His agreement with her had dark frowns coming his way from the other guests, which he shut down with an ironic twist of his lips. “Indeed, it is our loss you haven’t been here to keep us on the straight and narrow. Gavin, you’re a lucky man. I bet Ginny keeps you on your toes.”
“I’m the lucky one.” Giving Gavin a heartfelt smile, Ginny turned back to find herself under Desmond’s perusal.
Feeling uncomfortable, Ginny gave a regretful sigh. “If Gavin and I are going to Clindale early, we should be leaving. Thank-you, Mr. Allerton, for hosting the party, and for the rest of you for attending. Soleil, I hope we have an opportunity to speak together privately in the next few days, to become reacquainted.”
Ginny barely gave Gavin enough time to dispose his plate before tugging him toward the door. They weren’t quick enough.
“Join me for breakfast in the morning,” Soleil invited. “We can eat on the patio here. The resort has a huge breakfast buffet,” Soleil went on without giving Ginny time to refuse. “Gabriel, would you join us?”
“Certainly. I usually eat around seven. Is that too early for you? I can push it back.”
“Seven, it is,” Ginny agreed. “Goodnight.”
Ginny was overjoyed at being released from the stifling atmosphere in the suite. She didn’t even care that Agent Collins looked downcast by having to accompany them out.
Conscious of Gavin’s sidelong glances, Ginny remained silent, not wanting to talk in front of the agent, afraid she would inadvertently let something slip. Ginny was curious, wondering if Allerton used as many listening devices in the rooms of his resort as he placed in their bungalow.
Once seated in the Moke, she despondently stared ahead. Light poles situated along the trail gave enough illumination that the driver didn’t have to turn on the headlights.
Getting out of the Moke, she made no move to go inside the bungalow.
She now understood what had bothered her when she first arrived on Sherguevil Island. There were no lights on Clindale. Even at this distance, some type of lights should have been visible.
As if understanding the enormity of feelings going through her, Gavin remained by her side.
“I thought you wanted to have an early night?” Agent Collins sarcastically reminded her.
“I do. I just had a leg cramp. It’s better. Good night.” Making the jumbled excuse, Ginny practically ran inside, barely waiting for Gavin to get inside before slamming and locking the door.
“Ginny ….”
She laid her forehead on the locked door, raising her hand for him not to speak. She desperately needed to hold in the howl of pain that was ripping her apart.
“Let’s go to bed.” Gavin took ahold of her outstretched hand, pulling her away from the door.
Letting him lead her through the darkened interior of the living room and into the bedroom, she limply let him undress her before she slipped between the covers. Curling into a ball, she heard Gavin searching around the room for bugs, then the sound of him going into the front room before coming back into the bedroom and shutting the door. Hearing the rustling of his clothes before he slid in next to her and pulled her close, she closed her eyes comforted he was here. She needed the reassurance that no matter how deprived an action an evil person committed, kindness and goodness would triumph in the end. Right now, she felt Allerton was winning all the battles.
Burrowing into his warmth, Ginny didn’t feel as if the coldness in her body would ever go away. Resting her head on the same pillow as him, she finally allowed the raw emotions she was feeling escape her.
“He killed them,” she whispered achingly. “He killed them all.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“I do. I could see it in his eyes.” Shaking despite how close Gavin was holding her, she was unable to hold back her tears as she began to silently cry. “I should have been the one who died … I deserve ….”
Gavin pressed his mouth over hers. “Don’t ever say that again. The only one who deserves to die is Allerton, and that’s going to come true if he tries to hurt you,” he promised her fervently.