the family meal, and so forth.
The mediocre response was disappointing, and the second book did only a little better, concentrating on the impact of sleep disorders. The third, however, so well timed for the market, was a smash. Slap the title sex on anything, he’d discovered, and it tended to make people part with their money. If the author has a bunch of letters after his name and pretends to know something about it, all the better. His current work in progress—already contracted—was about some of the more unusual aspects of relationships and sex. Kinky sex was going to sell even better than the more straightforward edition, or so his editor believed.
Regina had laughed about it, but she had loved the change in their lifestyle.
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There were two vehicles parked in the smooth gravel drive and he noted the Indiana plates with interest. Since there really wasn’t a formal front door, he went up the steps to the spacious first deck.
Several sets of French doors were open to the warm day and he could hear voices inside. One was deep, and then another male spoke, and a woman laughed, the musical lilt of it drifting out.
He rapped on the doorframe, the sound sharp. “Hello?”
The man who came to the door with a curious expression on his face was tall, athletically built and dressed casually in only a pair of jeans. He had a nice muscular chest and his features were chiseled and striking, his good looks accentuated by wavy ebony hair and a light summer tan. He lifted his brows. “Yes?”
Ben attempted a pleasant smile. “I’m Dr. Heaton from next door. I understand the sheriff has been here and you were able to give him some information. I wondered if you would mind telling it to me as well.”
The young man—at guess in his late twenties—showed
comprehension in the slight widening of his eyes. “I’m…well, yes.
Please come in.”
How did one talk to a man whose wife was missing?
Uncomfortably, Ben was learning. No one knew what to say. Not even him, though he’d thought about it a lot.
He accepted the invitation, stepping through as the screen door opened, giving his host a slight nod. The younger man stuck out his hand. “Rob Hanson. My uncle owns this place.”
Ben shook the offering and allowed a slight smile. “I don’t believe I’ve ever met him.”
“He doesn’t come up much and lives in Europe most of the time.
I’m just using it for vacation.”
“It’s a nice place.” Ben glanced around. It was nice. He liked it better than all the fancy crap Regina had dragged into theirs. Rustic suited the surroundings. Leather chairs and a few scattered antiques.
Perfect.
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“Yes…thanks. Uhm…I assume you want to talk to Lauren. Drew and I really don’t have much information except we might have heard a scream the other night. Obviously, if we thought it was someone in distress we would have done something.”
Guilt. Well, Ben supposed he might feel the same way if their positions were reversed. He inclined his head in silent agreement.
The other two occupants of the house were in the kitchen. A blond man similar in age to Rob Hanson introduced as Drew Fletcher, and the young woman who had apparently seen the man who took out his boat. Lauren Hanes shook his hand, a look of grave sympathy on her face, and murmured, “I suppose if you are here, there hasn’t been any word about your wife.”
Ben politely took and released her slender fingers. “No, I’m afraid not. I’m sorry to bother you with this again, but can we perhaps sit down and you tell me exactly what you saw?”
“Of course.” She led the way back into the open living area and chose a seat on a leather couch. The two men followed, one sitting down next to her and the other
The mediocre response was disappointing, and the second book did only a little better, concentrating on the impact of sleep disorders. The third, however, so well timed for the market, was a smash. Slap the title sex on anything, he’d discovered, and it tended to make people part with their money. If the author has a bunch of letters after his name and pretends to know something about it, all the better. His current work in progress—already contracted—was about some of the more unusual aspects of relationships and sex. Kinky sex was going to sell even better than the more straightforward edition, or so his editor believed.
Regina had laughed about it, but she had loved the change in their lifestyle.
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Report ebook piracy to [email protected].
Beautiful Triad
79
There were two vehicles parked in the smooth gravel drive and he noted the Indiana plates with interest. Since there really wasn’t a formal front door, he went up the steps to the spacious first deck.
Several sets of French doors were open to the warm day and he could hear voices inside. One was deep, and then another male spoke, and a woman laughed, the musical lilt of it drifting out.
He rapped on the doorframe, the sound sharp. “Hello?”
The man who came to the door with a curious expression on his face was tall, athletically built and dressed casually in only a pair of jeans. He had a nice muscular chest and his features were chiseled and striking, his good looks accentuated by wavy ebony hair and a light summer tan. He lifted his brows. “Yes?”
Ben attempted a pleasant smile. “I’m Dr. Heaton from next door. I understand the sheriff has been here and you were able to give him some information. I wondered if you would mind telling it to me as well.”
The young man—at guess in his late twenties—showed
comprehension in the slight widening of his eyes. “I’m…well, yes.
Please come in.”
How did one talk to a man whose wife was missing?
Uncomfortably, Ben was learning. No one knew what to say. Not even him, though he’d thought about it a lot.
He accepted the invitation, stepping through as the screen door opened, giving his host a slight nod. The younger man stuck out his hand. “Rob Hanson. My uncle owns this place.”
Ben shook the offering and allowed a slight smile. “I don’t believe I’ve ever met him.”
“He doesn’t come up much and lives in Europe most of the time.
I’m just using it for vacation.”
“It’s a nice place.” Ben glanced around. It was nice. He liked it better than all the fancy crap Regina had dragged into theirs. Rustic suited the surroundings. Leather chairs and a few scattered antiques.
Perfect.
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“Yes…thanks. Uhm…I assume you want to talk to Lauren. Drew and I really don’t have much information except we might have heard a scream the other night. Obviously, if we thought it was someone in distress we would have done something.”
Guilt. Well, Ben supposed he might feel the same way if their positions were reversed. He inclined his head in silent agreement.
The other two occupants of the house were in the kitchen. A blond man similar in age to Rob Hanson introduced as Drew Fletcher, and the young woman who had apparently seen the man who took out his boat. Lauren Hanes shook his hand, a look of grave sympathy on her face, and murmured, “I suppose if you are here, there hasn’t been any word about your wife.”
Ben politely took and released her slender fingers. “No, I’m afraid not. I’m sorry to bother you with this again, but can we perhaps sit down and you tell me exactly what you saw?”
“Of course.” She led the way back into the open living area and chose a seat on a leather couch. The two men followed, one sitting down next to her and the other
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