I'll Remember You - 4

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Nick is shocked to find out that Cara is in big trouble. He vows to help her, whatever it takes, but she still worries that he might not come through in the way that he needs to because the forces against her are bigger than the both of them.

"So why haven't you called?"

Nick stood on my front porch looking as irresistible as he had at the cemetery. He was sexy in all black and took my breath away as I smoothed back a loose strand of hair. "Um . . .  well . . . I've been busy."

"Doing what? What have you got to do that is better than seeing me?" His laughter made his handsome face light up, so beautiful in the early morning sunlight.

"Look Nick. It was wonderful meeting you but this cannot happen. I've got too much to do."

"Give me that vacuum cleaner and I'll do the work for you."

I couldn't help but smile. He was the last man who'd know how to use a vacuum cleaner and I was certain that he had a staff.. "It's not just that . . ."

"Is it money then? I've got plenty of that. Tell me how much you need and I'll take care of it."

"It's not that either."

"Than what is it? I thought we had a great time the other day. I want to get to know you. Are you out of work, is that it?"

"No, I get by on modeling gigs and television appearances here and there. There's much more to it than I can get into right now. You wouldn't want to be around me if you knew."

"Now I'm curious.Try me. You're lovely, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You've grown from a duckling into a swan. At least give me a chance to make a good impression."

"I can't." I started to shut the door but he gently blocked it with his knee. "Cara, please."

His pleading eyes had me stepping aside, allowing him to enter my house, a post-war bungalow that my grandfather had built in the 1930s. It was old but sturdy and I loved living among the memories. Having Nick enter and gaze around reminded me that a lot of work still needed to be done.

"Why are you crying?" he asked softly. His touch warmed my cheek as he blotted a tear.

"I'm overwhelmed."

"By what? If you don't want me here I'll leave but I sense you need someone. Have you got anyone else in the world to turn to?"

I shook my head. "It's not that I don't want you here. Something has happened to me and I don't want to get you involved. This is no time to start a relationship of any kind."

"You're not pregnant, are you? It wouldn't make a difference if you were."

I smiled through my tears. "No, it's nothing like that."

"Okay, then what is it?"

"I - I'm being accused of murder."

"The hell you say . . . why would anyone accuse you of murder?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, It's not your problem so . . . "

"Come on, Cara. I want to know everything. I'm not leave this house unless you tell me."

"There isn't much to tell. Detectives were snooping around here last week, asking questions about my stepfather and acting as if I were guilty. You may have heard that Harold Hansen died. He was strangled and tossed off the balcony of his luxury condo in downtown San Diego."

"All five feet, two inches of you? What do you weigh, a hundred and ten pounds? Really, this is ridiculous."

"They didn't see it that way. They had it in for me. Their eyes flickered and . . . " I was unable to hold back the flood any longer, Tears streamed down onto my flushed cheeks.like they never had before.

"Wow, I only have one question. This might make you mad, but I have to ask it. Did you do it?"

"Are you kidding me? I hadn't seen him in years. I'm trying to forget what happened all those years ago, not grovel in it. What good would revenge do me now?"

Nick stepped forward and massaged my neck. "I'm sorry. I had to ask."

"I'm sorry I took offense. I'm just so tired.of worrying about it." His touch was the first I'd had since that day in the cemetery. I realized then that I needed it desperately. "No one has ever accused me of anything like this before. I'm traumatized for life."

"For what it's worth, I believe you and I'm here for you, if you'll have me."

What woman wouldn't have him? His dark seductive eyes alone had me reeling.

"Who is your attorney?"

"I can't afford one. Modeling doesn't pay that well especially when I've been told not to leave town. I was offered a job in Milan but had to turn it down."

"So you do need money?" 

"No, no please. Just hold me." I fell into his strong arms as I'd done before, feeling more comfort there than I'd ever felt anywhere else.. "I feel so helpless and I'm scared to death. I don't want to go to jail."

"You aren't going to go to jail," he said.

"How do you know?"

"I just know. I've got some connections around town --God knows I've donated to enough political campaigns -- let me look into this to see what I can do to help you."

I sniffed and blotted my cheeks with the back of my hand. "Thank you. I would appreciate whatever help I can get."

He released my embrace and turned toward the front door. "Give me a day or two," he said.

"Okay and Nick, if it doesn't go well, please bring a cake with a file in it."

He chuckled. "You're aren't going to need it, Sweetheart. We'll buy our way out if we have to. There isn't a single politician in town that can't be bought for the right price."

"Hopefully, it won't come to that," I said. "I'm innocent. That should be enough."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: August 03, 2020

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