Chapter Twelve
Along walk by the fields surrounding the property was exactly what Carla needed. The sight of the neighboring vineyards in rows upon rows of perfect symmetry restored her equilibrium. She had packed a small lunch basket, intent on enjoying the sights of Riquewihr.
She spotted a hilly area where a tree stood in solitary watch, extending her branches out and offering a perfect shade from the sun. She made her way up the hill and deposited her wicker basket on the grass.
Carla looked around as she took a bite from a croissant and sipped lemon juice from a flask. The lush green of the valleys interspersed with the verdant meadows was breathtaking to behold. It was a slice of heaven for her tortured soul.
Since the baby moved inside her, a sense of calmness descended. After the pain of knowing that Falcon was with Lindsay, the thought of her baby was like a lifesaver. Images of Lindsay in Falcon’s arms creeped into her imagination, tormenting her, but she resolutely wiped the image away.
She didn’t know when he would be returning or if he ever would, knowing she was still there to finish the house.
They must be humping each other like crazythe bitter thought occurred.
The sun began casting long shadows on the earth as Carla rose to make her way back to the house. She saw a lone golf cart was parked by the driveway. The sight made her panicky. No one else was in the house when she left.
Is he back?No that’s not possible.He’d want to be with Lindsay longer.Who could it be…
Falcon strolled to the door watching her approach. He held a wine glass in his hand. Their eyes met. He looked tired and anxious, the lines around his eyes more prominent than usual.
His sudden appearance confused her, making her lose some composure.
“Carla,” Falcon greeted, his voice sounding dead.
“Falcon,” she replied in an equally emotionless voice.
Carla was assailed by a need to slap him, hurt him for hurting her. But she kept calm digging her nails into her palm. She wouldn’t even try to make this easy for him. If he had to squirm, then she would gladly watch.
She entered the living room as he shadowed her.
“We need to talk,” Falcon said.
She took a chair opposite from him and waited.
“I went to Paris to see Lindsay. She called me a few days ago and wanted to meet.”
If he expected her to scream, accuse, cry and pull her hair, he was sadly mistaken. She sat there stoically not showing any emotions.
“I’m happy things worked out for you,” she deadpanned.
“What?”
“You and Lindsay. I always knew you’d get back together somehow.”
Falcon snorted. “I didn’t go to Paris to make up with her if that’s what you’re thinking.”
What?
“You didn’t?”
Falcon threw her an exasperated look. “You think that I would go to her like an obedient dog when she comes calling?”
Well…yes!
“I didn’t, if that’s what you are thinking. I was more interested to hear what she had to say. She insinuated she had information about you. I knew I wouldn’t have any peace of mind until I heard what she had to say.”
“What information,” Carla asked confused.
Instead of answering her question, Falcon asked instead.
