they were dating in high school, and she doubted that trait would have faded over time. Especially now that he was a cop.
She needed to find some way to convince him to let her go without him knowing the details that had the power to hurt him.
Far more than she’d hurt him already.
“Wait. Where are you going?” she asked in alarm when she realized he’d made a U-turn to head back toward the shopping mall. Even from this distance, she could still see the red-and-blue flashing lights from the police cars gathered outside the mall entrance.
No doubt there were officers searching for her. And she didn’t want to think about what would happen if they found her. Hadn’t they already tarnished her reputation? If they used the same tactics again, she could lose custody of her daughter.
Hailey would be the one to suffer, another innocent bystander in a political web of deceit and lies.
“Relax. There’s a motel not far from here called the Forty Winks Motel,” Nate assured her. “We’ll stay there tonight. They have several adjoining rooms.”
Adjoining rooms? She tried to hide her dismay. Did that mean Nate was planning to stay all night, too? If that was his intent, it would be difficult for her and Hailey to sneak away.
Difficult, but hopefully not impossible.
She refused to consider failure an option.
Melissa held her breath as Nate drove past the mall and turned left onto a side street. Her chest was tight with tension, and even after he pulled into the motel parking lot, she couldn’t seem to relax.
They weren’t far enough away from the mall—or the hospital, for that matter—for her peace of mind.
Then again, Melissa was certain she wouldn’t find peace until she left the Milwaukee area forever. And this time, once she left, she wouldn’t look back.
“This doesn’t appear to be the type of place to take cash,” she said, digging into her jeans pocket as he parked near the lobby entrance. “We’d be better off driving out a ways. The smaller motels aren’t as picky about payment.”
Nate turned around in his seat. “One of the reasons I wanted to come here is that they’re cop-friendly. All I need to do is to show them my badge and they’ll take cash.”
She smiled through her trepidation and dug in her pocket for the small wad of bills she’d tucked there. “All right. I have my share.” Now that they were here at the motel, she wondered about his personal life. “So, uh, are you sure your girlfriend won’t mind?”
He lifted a brow. “No wife, no girlfriend,” he said lightly.
The news shouldn’t have been reassuring, yet she couldn’t squash the brief flash of relief.
When she held out the cash, Nate scowled and shook his head. “Keep your money. I’ll take care of this.”
Before she could argue, he pushed open the driver’s side door, letting in a blast of cold air. When he shut the door behind him, she couldn’t help watching him as he walked into the building. Not that she was interested in picking up where they’d left off twelve years ago, but it was surprising to realize just how much taller and broader across the shoulders Nate had become.
Melissa tore her gaze away, glancing over to make sure Hailey was all right. Her daughter’s eyelids were drooping. No doubt she would fall asleep as soon as they were inside their motel room.
Melissa told herself that it was a good thing, since Hailey needed her rest. They’d been on the move for the past two days, making the trip from South Carolina up to Wisconsin. The moment they’d arrived in Milwaukee, Melissa had called the hospital, only to discover her father had taken a turn for the worse. She’d headed straight over, despite the fact that Hailey had been travel-weary from the long car ride.
She’d been happy to see that her father was still conscious, that he’d smiled at her and seemed so happy at meeting his granddaughter in person for the first time. Oh, sure, they’d been using Skype to keep in touch, but it wasn’t the same.
Within five minutes of leaving the hospital, she’d noticed the tail. Two men in a dark car, keeping pace behind her. She’d tried to lose them, taking a turn into the mall parking lot and quickly parking the car to dart into the building.
Where Nate had recognized her, despite the fact that it had been twelve years and she’d changed her hair color. Unable to master the art of wearing tinted contacts, she hadn’t been able to do much more to change her appearance.
She was so completely lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Nate return until he slammed the trunk, the noise making her startle.
He opened the passenger-side door closest to Hailey. “I have your suitcase. Can you carry Hailey?”
“Of course,” she said, pasting a smile on her face.
“I wanna walk,” Hailey said in an abrupt flash of independence.
“Okay, that’s fine,” Melissa assured her. She disconnected the lap strap, allowing Hailey to climb down from the seat onto the slush-covered parking lot. She edged around the seat to follow Hailey, disconcerted when her daughter skipped alongside Nate.
“We stayed in lotsa hotels on the way here, right, Mommy?” Hailey said, her previous sleepiness seeming to have vanished. “Do they have the kids’ channel here?”
“I’m sure they do,” Nate assured her, holding the door open for them so they could precede him into the building. “Our rooms are on the second floor,” he said, leading the way up the stairs. “We’re in 210 and 212.”
Melissa nodded, moving slowly enough to match Hailey’s small steps climbing the stairs. As they made their way down the hall, she watched the numbers outside the doors until they arrived at the correct ones. Nate didn’t hand her a key, though. He simply unlocked a door and held it open for her.
“Thanks,” she murmured, glancing around the room to locate the connecting door.
Nate set her suitcase down on the bed and then placed the key card on the dresser. “I’d appreciate it if you’d keep the connecting door between our rooms unlocked,” he said as he crossed over to it and opened it.
“I understand,” she said evasively, unwilling to make a promise she might not be able to keep.
“Movie, Mommy! Check and see if there’s a children’s movie that I can watch.”
Since Hailey didn’t look sleepy anymore, Melissa obliged by picking up the remote and flipping through the channels until she found the one Hailey wanted.
Nate left, presumably to go to his own room. A few minutes later, he opened his side of the connecting door.
“It’s time we talked,” he said in a low voice. “Hailey will be fine here, watching her show. We’ll leave the connecting doors open in case she needs something.”
Melissa wanted to protest, but of course there wasn’t a rationale for putting this discussion off any longer.
As she followed him into his room,
