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Chapter Five
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    W histling a happy tune, West pushed open the door of the Tremont diner bringing a mountainous appetite with him. He and Gigi had made love into the wee hours of the morning and he definitely needed a hefty dose of protein, carbohydrates, and coffee.
    Sliding into his usual booth only ten minutes later than normal, he waved to a few of the regular customers. The place was hopping but everyone knew the Head of Detectives ate in this booth at seven-thirty in the morning.
    Karla, the owner, came over with a full coffee pot and began pouring him a cup. “Morning, West. The usual?”
    Frowning, his gaze darted around the restaurant. “Where’s Gigi? I thought she had a shift this morning?”
    At least that’s what she’d said when she’d crawled out of their warm bed at two this morning despite his protests.
    “She did but she hasn’t showed up. I tried calling her place but no answer. It’s not like her. She’s never even been late let alone taken a sick day or something. I hope she’s okay.”
    Considering West had fucked Gigi’s brains out for the better part of the night it was safe to say she was probably fine. Exhausted? Worn out? Sore, even? Yep. Sick? Not unless it had come on suddenly.
    “I think I’ll go check on her, Karla. Better make the coffee to go.”
    “That’s a good idea. Let me get a cup for you.” Karla bustled behind the counter and came back with a styrofoam cup and lid. “Let her know we can cover for her until she’s feeling better. She’s such a hard worker that I’m not surprised it all caught up to her eventually. She’s managed to duck every germ around until now, poor thing.”
    “I’m supposed to meet Travis this morning. Let him know I’m checking on Gigi?”
    “Sure will.”
    Bidding Karla a swift goodbye, West took his coffee and climbed into his truck, fear clawing at his empty stomach. Had Gigi come down with a cold or had she done what she’d been threatening since their first date?
    Leave Tremont.
    The thought that she could simply pack up without a word pissed him the hell off and his anger only grew as he drove the short distance to her apartment.
    He’d work himself up into a righteous fury by the time he pulled into the parking lot and saw her standing by her sad little economy car. She was stuffing a battered suitcase into the hatchback and he didn’t stop to think about the wisdom of his actions. He threw the truck into park and hopped out, stomping up so he was inches from her and looking down into her stricken gaze.
    “West,” she said faintly, as if she was shocked to see him here and didn’t know what to say.
    He pointed to her suitcase, his hand shaking slightly, struggling to keep a cap on his emotions. “Going somewhere? Karla said you didn’t show up and didn’t call. She thinks you’re so sick you can’t make it to a goddamn telephone.”
    Gigi’s skin went pink and then turned pale, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard. “I feel badly that I didn’t call her. I hope you’ll tell her I’m okay.”
    West wasn’t going to tell Karla a thing. “If you want Karla to know something you’ll need to tell her yourself. I’m not about to make this easier for you, babe. I just want to ask you one thing. One question. Did you ever give a single fuck about me or was this all just a game to you?”
    Her lips trembled and her eyes were bright with tears, but her obvious remorse did nothing to assuage his anger. She’d been planning to leave without a damn word.
    “Don’t make this harder than it is–”
    “Fuck that,” West scoffed. “It doesn’t look like very hard to me. You screw me all night long then grab a quick nap before packing your shit and hitting the road. Easy as pie from where I’m standing.”
    A tear rolled down her cheek and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. “I don’t expect you to believe me but none of this has been easy least of all leaving today. But I have to go. I don’t