We don’t have to let him stay here.” She was creeping me out! I didn’t want this guy staying at my Inn at all. Something so foreboding about this man it un-nerves me.” Something is so wrong about this, and I cannot put my finger on it. This has never happened to me before, and it gives me the worst feeling inside. Are you sick? Is there something wrong with you?” I was in shock. “What do you mean nothing? You have never come up with just nothing. “Nothing, I have nothing at all.” She uttered and then went back to polishing the bar. She said nothing, simply stared straight ahead. Tell me about Brandon Fallon.” I said looking into her blue eyes.Īgain, she didn’t answer me. “They have only been together six months, and this is their first vacation together.”
“Annie Potter and Liz West, do you have anything on them?” I tried to soften my tone, because what I saw in her eyes scared me, and I felt helpless to do anything about it. They are hoping to rekindle what they once had on this trip.” “How about Abigail Grigsby and Sandy Winters?” “Okay fine with me.” I scanned down to the next name. “They are lovers.” She said without further comment. “What about Madyson Taylor and Emily Potter? While I had her on a roll I threw the next two names at her. Nothing but trouble, I wish they would have chosen somewhere else to stay. Something was up and she was not sharing it with me. “Despite my measures to remain calm I was on my way to blowing a gasket. “Married couple.” She pretended to clean the bar that she had nearly already polished the finish off of this very morning. When she did not, I sighed and looked at the register again.” Richard and Jerri Burke what about these two?” I waited a patiently for a minute for her to elaborate. Please humor me and tell me about Thomason.” I leaned back in the chair and lit my cigarette.
“I think we both know that I come up short in the patience department. “I really really hate it when you do that you know.” I said, trying to get her to share what was going on in that head of hers. Something about her behavior made me nervous.
She was sitting there with a far off look in her eyes.
“What can you tell me about William Thomason and Christopher Tanner?” When her answer did not come readily I peered over the book. She shot me a nervous glance as I sipped my coffee and perused the list of guests. “Alright, Adrienne let me see the list.” She handed me the register as I stretched out on the chaise lounge. Your support means more to me than you will ever know. Thanks and dedication to my Beta Readers Amy, Philip and Wanda. General Disclaimer: This story depicts a loving and sexual relationship between two adult women.
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