The Perfect Wife

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Chapter Sixteen

~16~

Reyna

The smell of bacon filled my senses as we stepped into the dining room. After taking a shower with Davian, I could eat a horse. Mika once again made the setting on the table look like something out of a home and decorating magazine. It was almost a sin to dirty the china displayed on the white linen tablecloth. It was that pretty. Davian pulled out the same chair I had sat in last night before taking his place at the head of the table. The way he looked in his jeans and t-shirt made my mouth water. After the magnificent meal that Mika prepared, I was more than willing to work it off.

Pouring us each a cup of coffee, Mika smiled as she set the carafé of coffee on the table. “I hope you like quiche. Sometimes eating bacon and eggs every morning gets to be boring. I like to liven things up a bit.”

“Quiche sounds amazing,” I responded as I placed my napkin on my lap and began adding cream and sugar to my coffee.

Mika returned with a pan of quiche made with spinach, tomatoes, peppers, and onions and, of course, eggs and bacon. It not only smelled delicious; just like the table setting, the presentation could have come from a cooking magazine.

True to the aroma, when the quiche hit my taste buds, it greeted me with a flavor out of this world. I wasn’t much of a cook, but this was one dish that I wanted to learn how to make. I could see Davian was also enjoying the meal when his eyes closed and opened with a nod of his head.

Reaching for his coffee, he took a sip before wiping his mouth with his napkin. Leaning back in his chair, he tipped his head to the right and said, “Mika, you have once again outdone yourself. This quiche is amazing.”

Mika was in the kitchen, and even though I couldn’t see her, her voice sounded behind us. “Thank you, Davi. You know how much I love to cook.”

Swiping the napkin across my lips, I looked to Davian. “Has Mika ever thought about opening a restaurant? She is such an amazing cook, and she has an eye for stage presence. Even the table setting is very impressive.”

“It’s funny that you should mention that, because I was thinking the same thing. I told Mika I would help her get started if she ever decided it was something she wanted to pursue. For now, I think she is happy with what she has. I hate to admit it, but she loves taking care of me and this house.”

I could see how Mika would love taking care of Davian and this house. She loved him; it was clear. Mika was the only mother he really knew.

By the time breakfast ended, my stomach was beyond content. As we moved away from the table, Davian’s phone began to ring. “Patton, what do you have for me?”

I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation but heard enough to know that they were talking about the letter. Holding the phone to his ear, Davian reached for my hand and began leading me through the living area to a room at the right of the fireplace. When he pushed the door, it opened up to a large room with bookcases on two sides and a large mahogany desk positioned near the window. I had never seen so many books, other than the library at GSU.

Davian released my hand and walked over to the large desk. It didn’t take him long to boot up his computer. His cell phone rested between his ear and shoulder as he typed in the password to his computer. Within moments the computer came to life and he began using his mouse. I took a seat on the leather couch and waited for Davian to finish his call.

“I’ve got the letter pulled up now,” he replied to Patton.

My eyes focused on Davian’s as he concentrated on the screen. I could tell something he read sparked concern when his eyes got wider. Pulling a notepad from his desk drawer, he began scribbling down notes I assumed were important. I might have been mistaken when I said there was nothing special about the letter.

He switched his cell to the other ear as he clicked his mouse a couple of times. “What are the lines on this map of Suches Loop?”

Having read the letter, I remember Suches Loop was where my mom intended to meet my father. It never crossed my mind that the lines drawn on the map meant something. I assumed my mom drew them so she would know where to go.

Again, Davian began jotting something on the notepad he had taken from his drawer. When he ended the call with Patton, he clicked his mouse again, and the printer sitting on the edge of his desk came to life.

Davian pushed away from his desk and took the two pages that he printed from his printer. Grabbing his notepad, he walked over to the couch where I was anxiously waiting. I wasn’t sure what he had found, but I was curious to find out. “What is it, Davian? Did you find something in the letter?”

Taking a seat beside me, he handed me the letter along with the map. “I need you to take another look at the letter and tell me what you see.”

I looked down at the letter and concentrated on every word.

My dearest love,

I am not sure if I will or can send this letter to you, but in the event I find out where you have gone, I will surely send it. There were so many things I didn’t get the chance to tell you before you left. One is that I love you with all my heart. These last few months have brought me to realize that I will never know another man like you, or love one as much.

When you told me to meet you at Suches Loop at 1:00, I was afraid that it was to say goodbye. Then when you didn’t show up, I knew that I had been right. I did everything you asked. I purchased the map of Suches Loop, and just as you asked, I drew the red and black lines to mark the route you wanted me to take.

I can see now that it didn’t matter because when I got there, you weren’t there. For months I drove up that tortuous road at 1:00, hoping one day you would show up. I will never forget you, my love, or what you said the last time I saw you: “Never look back, only forward. Your pot of gold will be waiting for you to take.” I’m still looking for that pot of gold, and I hope one day it will bring us back together again. I pray that the only memory I will have of you will be through the eyes of our daughter. I’m not sure if you will ever come to know what a beautiful baby girl she is. She most certainly has your eyes and your determination. As long as it takes, I will never stop loving you.

Always yours,

Louise

After rereading the letter, I still didn’t see what Davian did. Handing the letter back to him, the emotions of reading the letter reached my eyes. “All I see in the letter is my mother’s words and the love she had for my father.”

Pulling me near, Davian kissed the top of my head. “You are amazing, Reyna. You only see the good and not evil. The letter, no matter how profound, offers so much more than you realize.”

“What do you mean?” Davian released me from his hold and placed the letter and the map on the small table in front of the couch.

“I think it is a clue. Don’t you find it odd that Rui would request your mom to mark lines on the map in red and black? Why not just follow the road with a highlighter or one color of ink?”

“Now that you mention it, it does seem kind of strange.”

“Here is another thing. The statement that your mom made about your father always telling her, ‘Never look back, only forward. Your pot of gold will be waiting for you to take,’ I believe it is some kind of hint.”

“It’s just a metaphor. A stupid one, but that’s all.”

“I think it is more than that. I really think the connection between you mom’s death and Suches Loop means so much more. What pot of gold will be waiting for her to take it?”

I picked up the letter and the map and tried to come up with a reason to believe that there was more to it than what I could see. Maybe Davian was right. Maybe there was much more to this than I was willing to accept. “What do you plan on doing?”

“I think a trip to Suches Loop is in order.”

Even though I didn’t think there was anything worth finding, I still planned on taking a trip back to Georgia. I loved Davian’s country home, but I also missed mine, and with school starting in four weeks, it would be nice to get a jump on my classes and meet with my professors.

“When do you want to leave? I am more than ready to get back to Georgia.”

Davian’s eyes were on mine, and something was unnerving about them as his brows pulled together. “When I suggested a trip to Georgia, I didn’t mean that you would go with us. It is too dangerous. You’re better off staying here where I know you will be safe.”

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