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Page 55 of The Perfect Deception

Tracy had grown up with three broth­ers. She was mar­ried to a guy who wor­shipped her. She was a kick­ass mom. Dina had no doubt she’d steal her phone and lis­ten to the voice­mail on her own. Flar­ing her nos­trils, Dina pressed play and held the phone to her ear. A mo­ment later, she put the phone in her purse.

“What did he say?”

“Just to call him.”

“So do it.”

“I will.”

“Now. You’re not go­ing to feel bet­ter, or get the an­swers you need, if you keep push­ing this off. And I think you’re read­ing this all wrong any­way.”

“Oh re­ally?” Dina squeezed her hands to­gether. Was Tracy a mind reader now? She did have the cutest baby ever, so per­haps what­ever had al­lowed her to pro­duce that en­abled her to read minds too. Pretty nifty trick, even if deep down she didn’t be­lieve it.

Pick­ing up the phone, she re­di­aled Adam. If she was lucky, he wouldn’t an­swer.

She wasn’t.

“Dina! Where’d you…never mind. Hi.”

“Hi.”

Tracy mouthed “speaker,” but Dina shook her head.

“Where are you right now?”

“With Tracy.”

“Can you come over when you’re fin­ished?”

“Um, I have er­rands and…”

“Please? It’s Sat­ur­day. You can do your er­rands af­ter. I need to talk to you.”

“Can’t you just talk to me now?”

“No, this needs to be said face-to-face.”

There it was. He was go­ing to tell her he didn’t need her any­more. Her stom­ach dropped. It shouldn’t hurt so much, but it did. And he ex­pected her to come over to hear it?

She swal­lowed the lump in her throat. Tracy squeezed her hand. She’d for­got­ten Tracy was there. Hang­ing up the phone, she wiped her eyes. “I don’t want to go over. He can’t force me, right?”

“Honey, I think you’re jump­ing to con­clu­sions here. How did he sound?”

“Like Adam. Nor­mal.”

“Go over and talk to him.”

Adam paced his apart­ment, wip­ing sweaty palms on his jeans. Some­thing in her voice con­vinced him that Dina didn’t want to come over.

What was it about him that made women leave? His in­ner voice tried to re­mind him that he was the one who usu­ally in­sisted on ca­sual re­la­tion­ships, and that his mom had left be­cause of his dad, not be­cause of him. But there was a part of him that just couldn’t be­lieve that in­ner voice com­pletely.

Why had Dina left? Sex with him hadn’t been that bad, had it? He’d never had any com­plaints be­fore… And even though he didn’t re­mem­ber much, he was pretty sure he hadn’t told her he’d been fired. He shook his head. Dina wasn’t like the oth­ers. First he’d talk to her. Then he’d find out what the prob­lem was. Af­ter that, he’d fix it.

The buzzer made him jump. He barked “send her up” into the in­ter­com. Three min­utes later, he heard the el­e­va­tor ar­rive and he opened his door.

This was it.

His heart sped up as heat rushed through him.




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