around.”
“Javier, Miss Golde.”
“I don’t care if his name is Marco Polo, I’m leaving!”
“But, Miss Golde…”
“Now Maria. Don’t make me come down there.”
“There’s no need for threats. I’ll call Javier, Miss Golde.”
“You do that. Notify me when he’s brought my car around.”
Hunter slammed the phone down and slid back into the clothing she’d arrived in, tossing the fancy bathrobe on the floor. The minutes ticked by as she paced the floor, waiting.
“I bet that man is in the bushes again. Creepy little man!”
She checked her watch and came very close to biting her nails, a habit she’d broken long ago. However, this evening had obliterated her patience and if she didn’t do something, she’d surely go insane. Too freaked out to step foot outside of the room before she received Maria’s call, she instead went back to the room she’d ran from.
The nightstand drawer was still open and Hunter cautiously approached it.
“Oh, come on! It won’t bite you.”
Sure, she knew that, but it didn’t help to ease her nerves. Hunter hadn’t seen that diary in twenty years and she wasn’t ready to see it now. Backing away, she crossed her arms and nibbled at her thumbnail. She bumped into a replica of her vintage dresser and some of the tiny knickknacks toppled and other shook. Hunter caught a porcelain kitten just before it crashed to the floor.
“Of course you’d be here, too.” The porcelain figurine was the one thing besides heartache that her mother had ever given her.
Before she knew it, Hunter found was soon lost in a sea of memories from the past. Flashes of happy and sad times flitted through her mind as she examined each and every nook of the room. Countless times, she was torn between happy and sad tears. Memories assaulted her from every direction, but she couldn’t make herself exit the room.
“How could this happen? I know it can’t be real. Maybe I’m asleep. A coma? There’s no way I’m wide awake. “
Hunter sat on the bed. The teddy bear her best friend had given to her was propped up on the pile of pillows just like she’d always done each morning before school. She scooped up the tattered, tan, stuffed animal that had been by her side throughout her high school years.
“Oh, if you could talk, Roxy. I told you all of my secrets and there were so many times I was glad you were silent. But, right now, I wish you could speak. If you could just explain to me what’s happening.”
She examined the bear closely before placing it back upon the pillow mound. Hunter finally found herself at odds with what to do. The diary was the only thing she hadn’t picked up. Why was she so scared of it?
“I’ve already touched everything else. Why not the diary?”
Just as she reached for the leather-bound journal, the phone rang.
“Miss Golde, Javier has brought your car around.”
“Thanks, Maria. Please tell Javier to park it again. I won’t be needing it.”
“Oh?”
“And I’d like to know if this suite is booked by anyone else.”
“For how long?”
“The next seven days.”
“No, Miss Golde. There isn’t a hold on your suite.”
“Good. I’ll be staying.”
“Send the necessary paperwork up and I’ll sign it.”
“That won’t be necessary, Miss Golde. You’re all set.”
“That’s good. Good night, Maria.”
Chapter Four
Once again, Hunter awoke to find herself sleeping in a strange place. This time, she was curled up in her old college dorm room. After exploring her old bedroom from her teens, she’d moved on to another before she’d passed out. There wasn’t much to see or deal with in the smaller, college room and she’d lain on the narrow but comfortable bed and fallen asleep soon after entering.
In the kitchen, she found her favorite brand of coffee and made a generous pot. The sliding doors led to a beautiful balcony and Hunter sat on the deck as she sipped the intoxicating brew. From her vantage point, she could