ONE STRONG MAN
Hed finally found her. Despite Greta Daviss
adroit efforts to keep herself hidden away, Curtis
Thurman sat in the heated luxury of his new Lexus
LC on a stormy November morning and peered through
the tempered glass of the clinic where he had run
her to ground less than forty minutes ago.
Run to ground, of course, would not be the best phrase.
It felt that way, since shed behaved like a
scared rabbit for so long, but Curtis was certainly
no hound after fresh blood.
What he couldnt understand was why shed
come this tiny town in the middle of nowhere. And
why this clinic, which had the quirky name Travis
& Travis? It didnt appear that she was a
patient here, but she had actually entered the business
office as if it were her own.
Her name should be on the sign as well, knowing what
a work horse she was, but he hadnt expected
to find her here actually working. She no longer needed
to.
To his utter confusion, she sank into a chair at the
reception desk and slid on a set of headphones. She
was working here as a receptionist? Why would she
do that?
He turned off the engine and stepped out into the
wind that had pestered him on his three-hour drive
from the city. Despite all, she would be happy to
see him. He knew it.
Still he hesitated. What if she wasnt? She hadnt
called to check on things in two yearsnot since
the funeral. It was as if shed vanished from
the face of the earth.
Before Curtis could take a step toward the building,
another car pulled up behind him, a sheriffs
car. It parked against the curb and a lanky guy with
graying brown hair unfolded himself from behind the
steering wheel and shot him a glance that seemed less
than casual. He wore a sheriffs badge.
Curtis nodded at the man and returned to his car.
Maybe this wasnt the best time to approach Greta.
But she was worth the wait. And she was too important
for him to give up. She was still so beautiful.