“You bastard! What do you know about him? What do you know about me?”
“Oh, I know enough. And I know that this little…affair…you’ve been having needs to end. For many reasons. It’s beneath you, for one thing. He’s beneath you.”
The crack of her hand against Ryan’s cheek was surprisingly loud. Melody’s palm stung and she clutched it reflexively with her other hand, breathing hard.
“What the hell?” Ryan took a step forward. He briefly raised a hand to his face, grimacing slightly. Then he stopped, a slow smile spreading across his face. Melody was almost repulsed by his calmness.
“Be very careful Melody…” He walked to the door, carefully avoiding the glass and whisky, now tinged with a few drops of blood.
“You really should clean this up before it stains.”
He looked at Melody, the smile on his lips not quite reaching his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”
* * *
Melody tried Logan’s cell phone, calling over and over, reaching only his voice mail. She left a message each time, and finally his number stopped accepting voice mails. She’d finally dug the glass out of her foot, called a cab and headed to his hotel.
Arriving breathless in the lobby, she punched the elevator button, willing the elevator to hurry. On Logan’s floor she ran down the hall, pounding on his door. But as her fist struck the wood, the door swung open.
“Logan! Logan!” But her voice echoed. She flipped on the light switch by the door.
“No…”
The room was empty, the door to the bedroom open, the bed stripped. No flowers remained, nothing.
He was gone.