Page 95 of Stolen Kisses
“It’s always good to meet a supporter.” He nodded and held my gaze.
I wasn’t stupid, but I’d play. I absolutely would fucking play. “I’m a big fan. I definitely voted for you. Thank you for all that you do for the community.”
Either he bought my story and the whole act threw him off or he didn’t and he was playing too.
“No problem and thank you. It’s a good community, how long have you been here?”
Here we go. On to the questions.
“Oh I just moved back. Been away for a while. I missed my family and thought it was time to come back. Especially for my boy.”
He looked around and I hoped like hell the guys were holding off.
They were, thank God. I forgot how well trained they were.
“Family matters. Well, it was nice meeting you. Enjoy your day.” He gave us both a curt nod and left, running back over to where he’d come from.
My heart was beating so fast—so damn fast. I picked Flynn up and rushed across the park with him.
“Everything okay Maria?” Donny asked.
Lois joined us. “Was that who I think it was?”
“Governor Granger taking a run in these parts of town?” Saul answered with raised brows.
“Guys can you watch Flynn for me? I need to check something out in the house.”
“Of course,” Saul took Flynn from me. “Buddy do you want to continue the Flintstones marathon?”
Flynn nodded.
As soon as we got in the house I ran up to the bedroom where I’d taken the treasure box.
My mind was in a state of absolute shit, because I knew now what I never wanted to accept.
It was him.
“He did it.” I said to no one, but myself. “He fucking did it.”
I was sure it was him, and he was here today checking the place out. It wasn’t a coincidence.
Why else would he come here?
This was Cicero, a good suburban neighborhood, but men like him wouldn’t just be seen in these parts. They hung out in the more wealthier areas like Forest Glen.
It was too random. Too coincidental.
Whatever Dante and the guys were doing must have triggered his presence.
Seeing him today fucking gave me my twenty percent of surety. More than twenty.
I grabbed that box, not entirely sure what I was looking for.
I took the first diary and put it back as it was from 1990. Christina and I were still playing with dolls during that time. I looked through the other diaries and realized the years were all random.
Of course, maybe these held events that she treasured or maybe her secrets.
One was from 2000. I was getting closer.
