Truth - Romig Aleatha - Страница 8
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Claire stared at the woman before her. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I’m saying,” she reached for Claire’s hand, “I want you to stay here or at least in Palo Alto, and I want to help you find a life.” Amber widened her smile. “I want to understand more about your ex-husband, but not tonight. I want to help you do whatever you feel is necessary to repay him for his actions, whether that is revenge or just showing him you can exist without him. I want to honor Simon by having the two women who loved him unite in a common bond.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry the two of you didn’t get the chance to marry. If I had anything to do with that, I’m truly sorry.” Claire held the chair for support.
“Simon had to do with that. Not you. It was just the man he was. Don’t feel too guilty. We were friends and colleagues for years; our romance was blossoming. I’ve been blessed to have Simon in my life. Even without marriage he provided for me forever. Please let me share some of that with you.”
“Thank you, but I never want to be dependent upon anyone again. I need to be my own person.”
“That’s great. If I can help you do that, I’d be honored. Will you let me help you get on your feet?”
Claire thought about her life. Everyone she knew before her marriage was gone. Even her sister was alienated. The friends she acquired during her time with Tony were frightened or truly believed she tried to kill Tony. She and Courtney had clandestine contact. Tony’s influence knew few bounds. Had there been anyone who wanted to help her, just her? “Are you a patient person?” Claire asked.
Amber’s lips and eyes revealed a smile fighting for exposure. “I’ve been told I have problems in that area.”
Claire returned her smile, “I’m glad to hear you don’t have a halo. I was beginning to wonder.”
“Oh hell, just stick around. You’ll learn more about the horns that expose themselves occasionally.”
“I’m willing to accept your help to get me back on my feet. I hate that I need it, but I know I do… thank you.”
As Claire fell asleep that night she marveled at her new situation. Life had dealt her many changes – this one left her exhausted, eager, and filled with warmth.
*****
Those pleasant feelings continued as she once again sat at the kitchen table, trying to make sense of her life. A little after five in the morning, Amber sleepily found her way into the kitchen. “Good morning, I’m not used to having a roommate. The light startled me.”
“I’m sorry. The time difference made me wake early.”
“Don’t you want coffee?” Amber asked as she selected a small cup and placed it in the top of the machine. Next she pushed a few buttons and the machine came to life. Slowly, Claire walked over to the counter.
“I’m afraid you may have bitten off more than anyone can chew. Apparently, I don’t even know how to make coffee.”
Amber laughed, “These are kind of new. The hardest part is deciding your flavor.”
Claire explained she should call her sister before news of her release hit the media. Amber brought Claire her laptop, “This is to look up your sister’s number. You’re also welcome to use the telephone and call whomever you want.” Claire considered the possibility of unlimited access. Undoubtedly, she would require help with more than just coffee.
Emily’s number was unpublished, but Claire remembered it was listed on the information from the prison. Of course, Emily was her emergency contact. Listening to the telephone ring she prayed she’d catch her sister before Emily left for work. It was after eight in Indiana. As the answering machine began to speak, Claire hung-up. She didn’t want to leave a message. What if Emily’s line was monitored? Claire knew she sounded paranoid. But, how does the saying go? Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean someone’s not out to get you.
While Amber readied for work, Claire continued to browse the laptop. There was so much information literally at her fingers tips. Amber’s internet was much faster than the one at the prison. Claire was lost in cyberspace when sounds came from the living room. Someone had entered the front door of the condo.
Walking casually into the kitchen, in worn jeans, a white t-shirt, and bare feet was a handsome man. His blonde hair fell in messy waves, and his face held the telltale shadow of someone who’d yet to shave. Not knowing what to do, Claire sat quietly and watched as he walked in a sleepy haze toward the mysterious coffee maker. After engineering the machine like a pro, he turned toward the table and saw Claire. His smile extended to his cheeks creating small lines around his light blue eyes. “Oh, hello, you must be Claire.” He casually leaned against the counter and took her in.
Suddenly she felt underdressed. Not like she needed to be formal, just more clothes than a t-shirt and shorts. Claire couldn’t help notice his firm lean body, long legs, and obvious level of comfort. “Yes, I am. I’m also at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.” Other than guards, she hadn’t spoken to a man in a longtime. She suddenly realized this man must be Amber’s new romance. She couldn’t help but think Amber moved on rather quickly. It wasn’t a judgmental thought, more an observation. Especially after last night’s conversation regarding their common bond with Simon. Claire also realized she should stop staring in his direction. He may be handsome, but the last thing Claire wanted to do was cause problems between Amber and her beau.
Offering his hand, he walked forward, “So sorry, my name is Harry. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“Finally?” She responded as she shook his hand and recovered her own quickly.
“Well, I’ve heard all about you since you contacted Amber months ago.”
As Harry spoke, Amber returned to the kitchen. She no longer looked like the stylish casual woman of last night or the sleepy robe wearing woman of earlier. Instead, she personified Ms. McCoy, CEO of SiJo Gaming. Everything from her attire to her long hair twisted into a knot at the back of her neck said professional. Truthfully Claire wondered if she’d been met by this Amber at the airport, would she have felt intimidated. That thought faded faster than the smoke from an extinguished candle when Amber spoke. Her voice brimmed with unabashed joy and enthusiasm. “Claire, I see you’ve met my brother. Harry lives down the hall and thinks mooching off of me is easier than buying his own groceries.” She smiled as she gave her brother a flittering kiss on the cheek.
He smiled in return, “I just really like your coffee maker.”
“And my cereal, and my toast, and my…” Laughter interlaced Amber’s words. Claire tried to soak in their joviality. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d experienced such a refreshing atmosphere.
Sipping her own coffee, Claire asked, “What do you do, Harry? You don’t seem as ready for work as Amber.”
Amber laughed again, “What do you mean? That is about as dressed up as he gets.”
“Hey, that’s not true. I wear shoes – sometimes.” He winked at Claire. She felt herself blush. She didn’t know why, and neither of the others seemed to notice.
“Well, for the next few days my job is you.” He said as he took his coffee to the table. Sitting in the chair opposite Claire, he gazed into her stare.
This time she blushed, “Me? What do you mean?”
Amber answered, “I hope you don’t mind. I’d like to be the one to help you get things started here in California, but I’ve got a lot happening at work. There’s a new launch about to take place. Harry on the other hand has more flexibility with his job. I asked him to help you do whatever you need.”
Claire thought for a moment. “Thank you, Harry. I guess I need to decide what that is.”
Sipping his coffee, he offered, “I’m in no rush. But, I was thinking you’ll need more identification; so you should request a copy of your birth certificate. Once that arrives you can do things like open a bank account. After that, the possibilities are limitless.”
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