Move in with me, and we’ll talk about our expectations.”
She froze with the coffeepot in midair. After a second, she poured his coffee. Her hand was admirably steady. “Now, that’s a sensible solution. I can move in with you for a couple weeks, we can have lots of hot sex, and by the time you have to leave the country again you ought to have worked me out of your system. You know how quickly you lose interest, Jack.” She turned around and held out his coffee. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Annie.” He took the mug in one hand—and lifted the other to touch her cheek. “I like the part about lots of hot sex, but I don’t want to get you out of my system. I do want to make sure nothing happens to you.”
“You aren’t talking about that stupid anonymous letter again, are you?”
“Sort of.” He ran a hand over the top of his head. “Look, there are some things I haven’t told you.”
She looked at him in disbelief. “You really do have a crazy ex-girlfriend.”
“I don’t know. Someone sent you that letter. Someone who knew we were married, and you didn’t tell anyone. There’s a chance that it’s connected to…some things that happened on my last job. So I really need to know exactly what the letter said.”
“I don’t remember word for word.” Distracted, she went over to the table and sat down. It seemed like a good idea to have plenty of solid oak between her and Jack. “Something about how I’d be sorry for taking you away from her, and you’d be sorry for treating her so badly. It was childish—the phrasing, the sentiments, even the spelling. Whoever wrote it didn’t bother with a spell checker.”
“So it was either typed or done on a computer.” He frowned and brought his mug over to the table, sitting beside her. “How about the envelope? Was it hand-addressed?”
“No, it was done with a printer on one of those white labels. I noticed because I was curious and I was mad, and that’s why I sent you that note about it. I thought she must be someone you knew pretty well, well enough that you had to break the news of our marriage to her yourself. She had my address.”
“Annie, I haven’t been in touch with anyone I used to date—not in person, not by mail, not at all. And there’s no reason for any of them to have your address.”
“Well.” She cleared her throat. “There wasn’t any return address on the envelope, so I tried to read the postmark, but it was smeared. It had U.S. postage, though. It didn’t come from Borneo or Paraguay or wherever.” She put her cup down. “Jack, what’s going on?”
“Unlike you, I did tell people about our marriage. But not my old girlfriends. I notified ICA headquarters. You’re covered by my insurance now.”
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