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Chapter Fifteen - Kevin

After Addy tore off through the trees, I walked around the cabin. It seemed so desolate, so depressing. I couldn’t help but think that hadn’t helped my state of mind. I peered through the windows and wrinkled my nose. Even after cleaning, the place was a sty. Poor Mason. I hadn’t even had a toddler bed for him to sleep in.

My boots crunched under the snow as I traveled around the lake. It was completely frozen now; the fish dormant until the first thaws of spring. I crouched down and looked around. The landscape around the cabin was a far cry from its interior; it was peaceful.

I had just climbed in my car and started the heater when I saw a rustling through the trees. Moments later Addy was tearing back through the field.

“What the hell is that girl doing?” I said to myself. Leaving the car running, I got out and jogged back towards the field.

Addy quickly slid off of Puck and holding his reins, began to circle around. She was so distracted that she didn’t even notice me.

“Addy?”

She let out a scream. Puck reared up on his back legs and the sudden movement knocked Addy to the ground. She landed backwards, her palms smacking into the packed snow. Puck took off.

Without thinking, I hopped over the fence and tore across the field. I caught up to the wayward horse and calmed him down. After tying him to a tree, I walked back over to Addy.

“Just go,” she said. “Go!”

“What’s wrong?” I had never seen her look so pale. She rolled over and vomited onto the pure white snow.

Just then I heard the sound of a car coming down the road. There was nothing else to see on this offshoot path but the cabin; no car ever came down here. That was why I was even more surprised to see a Lamborghini pull to a stop by my own car.

The guy that stepped out of the vehicle could have been a poster boy for California. His curly blonde hair hung lazily in his eyes. Every square inch of him screamed money.

Abby let out a little gasp. I closed the gap between her and the pretty boy in seconds.

“Can I help you?” I asked as he studied the fence. He seemed to be figuring out how to climb over it without getting his long expensive coat caught on a nail. When he looked up his gray eyes met mine with derision. Even though I was the type of guy that rarely made rash character judgments, an instant dislike coursed through my veins.

“Dr. Toby Davidson,” he said, holding out a leather gloved hand. I shook his hand quickly. “I’m in town to pay a visit to Adelaide.”

He looked over my shoulder at Addy. I turned to look at her as well. She had managed to get up and was kicking snow over her vomit. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

“You’re a doctor?” I asked. I had a feeling that distracting him was probably the best thing to do at the moment.

He nodded. “Yeah. I grew up here. Addy and I went to the University of Kentucky together, pre-med. After she dropped out, I went on to grad school. I was in town and thought I’d pay her a little visit.”

I glanced back over my shoulder. Addy had gone over to Puck and seemed to be getting him ready to take off again.

“Well, I think she’s in the middle of something,” I said. “I can tell her you dropped by.”

Toby’s eyes narrowed. “And who are you?”

I don’t know what caused me to say it, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

“I’m her husband.”

He let out an incredulous laugh. “Her husband?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Yes.”

“Then why is she still boarding horses at her dad’s?”

I didn’t miss a beat. “My barn only holds one horse. It’s not like Chris lives far away.”

“When did you get married?”

“About six months ago,” I said automatically. Once I started lying I found that it came incredible easy. He studied my face, trying to find a crack in the story. When he couldn’t, he looked back at Addy. She was taking off once again.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he said almost as an afterthought.

“Kevin.” I didn’t offer up a last name. As far as I was concerned, the conversation was over.

“Well, I’m going to be around town for a few days,” he said. “I’d like a few moments to talk to your wife. Could you pass the message along?”

I nodded. “I reckon I can do that.”

I watched like a hawk as he climbed back into his car. The engine roared to life and he backed up down the road. I headed back to my car which was now hotter than a toaster oven. I took a few moments to stare out at the field thoughtfully then turned off the car.

Even though I had an instant dislike to the guy, he had actually offered up some new information on Ms. Selinski. She had been thinking about medical school once upon a time. And by the way she vomited; something told me that under no circumstance did she want to speak to Toby Davidson.

I couldn’t help but think my “wife” owed me a little explanation for playing interference.

Now all I had to do was find her.