Truth

I did not have anything to do with the break-in. It wasn’t a plan to scare you into staying here. I’m concerned,” he kissed her lips and moved his hands to her stomach. “And not just for you.”
    Claire lowered her face to his broad shoulder as tears formed, “Thank you. From the moment I saw the little blue plus, I’ve been concerned, too. You have to know, I will do anything necessary to keep me and our baby safe. I just need to be in California, especially this week. I have a lot going on.”
    “ What if I told you, you shouldn’t have a lot going on? You deserve to rest and allow others to do for you. If Catherine knew about the baby, you’d never lift another finger.”
    Claire suddenly remembered the two computerized pictures she had in the pocket of her slacks. “I have something to show you.”
    He raised his brow, “Oh?”
    She ignored his reference and removed the ultrasound picture from the pocket of her slacks. Tony’s eyes widened with wonder. “Is this what I think it is?”
    Claire nodded, barely able to contain her emotion. “Yes, it’s our little one’s first picture.”
    “ I want her to have your eyes.” He declared.
    Claire smiled. “I know you are used to getting your way, but sex and eye color are non-negotiable.”
    “ I don’t know ... sex sounds great and I love your eyes.” His twinkled, “Would you like to negotiate?”
    Claire shook her head, feeling the blush on her cheeks. “How am I getting...” she almost said home , but rephrased, “back to California.”
    “ The same way you’re getting to Chicago -- in a private plane. It’s a safer mode of transportation, with no public record of your itinerary.”
    She exhaled with relief and thanked him. Tony explained the time of departure was negotiable, but asked that she stay in Iowa until after they share an early dinner. Claire chose not to argue. She was leaving; time was inconsequential.
    Claire went back to her suite, finished packing, and called Amber and Harry, telling them her change in plans. Unfortunately, she would miss Amber. Her roommate promised to return on Thursday, before Claire needed to leave again. Another problem created by her new itinerary was her car. It was parked at San Francisco International Airport. She would now be flying into the private commuter airport in Palo Alto.
    “ I can take a SiJo car into San Francisco and bring your car back,” Harry offered as they spoke on the phone.
    “ Thank you, but I’ll just take a taxi home and get my car tomorrow when I pick John and Emily up from the airport.”
    “ No, Claire, I’ll be glad to get you. Just text me with the time of your departure.”
    She inhaled. Claire knew she and Harry needed to talk. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to face him, yet. “I don’t want to put you out.”
    He hesitated; Claire heard his heavy sigh. Finally he asked, “Will you text?”
    “ Yes, thank you.” After customary and polite good-byes, they both disconnected. Her recently settled stomach tied in knots, in anticipation of their discussion.
    Claire walked onto her balcony and leaned against the concrete and stone ledge. She had a few hours before their afternoon dinner and the air was warming nicely. Her clothes were packed, but she knew there were bathing suits in the dressing room. Watching the gentle rustling of the leaves in the vast sea of green, she lifted her face to the sun and felt the warm breeze against her skin. While she debated a swim, she heard a knock on the door.
    Claire called into her suite, “Come in.”
    Catherine entered. “You are leaving?”
    Catherine’s sad grey eyes tugged at Claire’s heart. She reached for the kind woman’s hands. “Yes, and I’ll be back. Thank you, for all you’ve done to make my visit special.”
    Claire saw a spark of hope as Catherine asked, “You’ll be back?”
    “ I will... I believe you. He is trying.”
    Catherine smiled a satisfied smile, until they both turned toward the opening of Claire’s door. Tony performed a perfunctory knock as he pushed the door further open. “Oh, am I interrupting?”
    Claire walked to Tony and took his hand. “No,” her emerald eyes gleamed toward him, “but since you’re here...?”
    He looked at her, questioning, “Yes?”
    “ I think I’d like to share something with Catherine, but not without you.”
    His features softened as a glow overtook his face.
    “ Catherine, I suggest you sit.” Tony suggested.
    She did. And although her