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She knew they wouldn’t hesitate to make her hurt even more than she did now She folded her ar a chill She’d already lost heranyone else she felt so for
As much as she wanted to have lunch with Jake later and see him further, she couldn’t For now, men and relationships were out of the question Deep down, she knew that Knew she couldn’t keep their "date" That hy she’d had to slip away fro presence so she could think clearly again
Car doors slammed near where she’d parked, and her whole body tensed orry Turning to look, she watched the path for some time until a dark-hairedshorts and T-shirts--appeared, strolling along the hiking trail with their backpacks bulging Alicia took a relieved breath
They looked at her with odd expressions The suit jacket and skirt and sneakers probably puzzled them until they saw the s as they walked by her
Unless they were out-of-towners, they’d probably heard about her mother’s murder Many people knew about the flowers she set out each week on the spot where her mother had been murdered Someone always took away the spent flowers before she returned At least, that’s what she told herself If so her mother’s flowers after Alicia left, she hoped they put the since disappeared along the path and through the woods Alicia was about to say her good-byes to her o back to town and try to catch up with Mario again, when twoarea Hikers, more than likely Still, she watched the path with apprehension, waiting for their appearance, unbuttoning her jacket in case she had to get to her gun, and hoping so to pay their last respects
Mary Clebourne identified herself as the gallery owner She’d frowned at Jake’s brusque greeting and juraphs on the desk a little too firmly
He quickly said, "Price them however you see fit I’d planned towhen you were supposed to be open, but I’ve got another coather her wits and frowned even deeper "We need you to sign some paperwork and--"
"I’ll return later today," Jake said, heading for the door It wasn’t like hi had threatened Alicia in the restaurant, Jake couldn’t quit worrying about her
"But…" the wo shut on his departure as he rushed to his truck He glanced up the street at the floral shop and noted that Alicia’s car was no longer parked there Hell
With his truck in gear, he tore off down the street and ja spot at the floral shop Barely shutting his vehicle’s door, he stalked into the fragrant, refrigerated store where bouquets of flowers and pots of plants resting on terra-cotta tiles decorated four-tier circular shelves
Dressed in a blouse and skirt covered in red roses, a gray-haired wo on her full cheeks "May I help you, sir?"
"A wo a black suit, her hair dark brown, and… her name is Alicia Greiston I need to track her down" He sounded as desperate as he felt
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