Page 74 of Craving Danger

Letting out a burst of laughter, I look at Ms. Jameson and Mr. Parker again. They’ve finally moved away from the table and are sitting at a bench. Ms. Jameson keeps pointing at what Mr. Parker should eat next.

“Let’s grab some food,” I say to Mom.

We head to the table, and I help myself to corn on the cob, a hot dog with pickle and parsley relish, corn-stuffed zucchini, and some pickled green beans.

“Are you going to eat all of that?” Mom asks with wide eyes.

“I’m going to try. I promised Dad I’d pick up some weight while I’m here.”

“Just leave some space for the rhubarb pie I made.”

“Oh, trust me, I will.”

When we take our seats again, I pick up the hot dog and take a huge bite while my eyes scan over all the families eating and having fun.

My eyes lock on a man on the other side of the park, but he disappears behind a tree before I can get a good look.

A chill ripples down my spine, and my heart lurches in my chest.

Just as I’m about to start panicking, thinking I saw Todd, the man appears again, and using a cane, he limps toward a car.

Letting out a breath of relief, I watch as he climbs in his car and drives away.

Jesus, that almost gave me a heart attack.

I wish I could stay longer, but I have to fly home in a couple of hours.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I sip on a cup of coffee while my mind races to find a way out of this mess.

Mr. Vitale made it clear he won’t allow me to resign, so I have no choice but to go back to work.

Besides, even if I tried to run, I’m sure he’d track me down in a heartbeat.

“Hey, Sammie,” Dad says as he comes into the kitchen. He pours himself a cup of coffee and takes a seat at the table. After he drinks a couple of sips, his eyes drift over my face, then he says, “So, are you going to tell your old man what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing.” I smile at Dad to set him at ease. “I’m fine.

“I know you better than yesterday.” He lifts an eyebrow at me. “What is it? Do you need money?”

I shake my head. “No.” Lowering my eyes to my cup, I circle the rim with my finger. “Work has just been busy, and my boss is impossible to please.”

“Why don’t you look for another job?”

Thinking quick, I say, “It won’t look good on my resume if I leave the company so soon.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t help if you’re unhappy. No job is worth your peace of mind.”

“I know.” I reach across the table and give Dad’s forearm a squeeze. “I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s my job to worry about you.”

Mom walks into the kitchen and takes one look at us then asks, “What are you talking about?”

“We’re conspiring to take over the world,” I answer.

“God help us all.” She lets out a chuckle, then asks, “What time do you want to leave for the airport?”

Never.