Page 63 of Widow

“Nice day, isn’t it?” he asked me, that cute little smirk on his face making me feel like a giddy teenager.

“It sure is,” I replied, sipping at my martini. “You’ll find that a lot down here. Are you visiting or looking for your new home?”

“I’ve just retired as a homicide detective,” he said. My heart did little flips, knowing that he was here for me. “My name’s Kane.”

“Margaux,” I said, holding my hand out and shaking his. He raised my hand up, placing a kiss on the back of my palm.

“It’s a pleasure, Margaux,” he said with a smile. “Would you like to go for a walk on the beach? I hear it's a to-die-for view around sunset.”

“I would love that,” I replied, pushing off the stool, taking his hand and heading out the door and down onto the beach. The sand pushed against my feet as we stepped into our next life.

Where no one knew who we were.

I was no longer the widow.

I was simply a woman with the chance at what everyone else had.

I was free.