Chapter Twelve
In the morning, after Terry and Bob informed us that they hadn’t spotted the golfing jerk since the night before, the four of us headed down for breakfast in the hotel’s fancy restaurant. There, a long table was spread with every kind of breakfast food imaginable. The fruit bar looked especially appealing, purely from an artistic perspective, but I wasn’t feeling like eating a huge breakfast. I’d already eaten a shiny apple and munched on a red-waxed cheese (plus a couple of gingerbread cookies.)
So, I asked for coffee and an English muffin. The offerings in the center of our table showed packages of honey. That was my favorite topping.
Terry and Bob did the banquet thing and came back with mounded plates. I hated when food puddled together, but I guess that didn’t bother them. I sipped my coffee as they dug in, and then Timothy set off to fix himself a plate full of goodies.
I had just received my English muffin and was in the process of decorating each half with sweet goodness, when Golf Jerk pulled over a chair and sat down at our table. I guess Terry and Bob had been too fixated on their breakfasts to notice the guy’s approach, and I’d been preparing my twin muffin slices for that first delicious bite.
“What are you doing here?” I asked the stranger, slightly preoccupied with licking a honeyed finger.
Bob or Terry, one of them, growled. It was a sound that sent chills down my spine, at least for me. My honey-iced English muffin halves suddenly lost their appeal.
“I promise I’ll leave, if you just give me a moment to speak with the young lady. I need to warn her,” the guy said.
“Warn her about what?” Timothy asked, coming up behind us and speaking with a voice that reminded me of a movie where the cold-blooded assassin made light conversation with his victim. Same tonal quality.
Timothy was towering over the seated stranger. If I’d been golf man, I’d have worried about the hot plate of food hovering over my head. And then there was the ominous assassin voice of my . . . well, boyfriend, lover, and maybe fiancé.