Free The Lies That Save Us (The Broken Heart Series) by JL Redington Page A

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    Cayman was still a piece in the puzzle.  There was a secret he was keeping and she knew it.  Knowing she was aware of that added to her feeling of peace, as she could watch him, be aware of him and figure out which side he was on.  She wondered what sides there were to be on, but now she knew she would figure it out and finally put all of this to rest.  Finally, it was her life again, and she was definitely the one in charge.
     
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    The remainder of the drive to Salt Lake City was spent discussing whether or not Alexa would continue on by herself.  Cayman was right, she knew he would follow her, and what was the point of driving two cars? 
    “So, are you ever going to tell me what you really do for a living?”  she asked, gazing out her passenger window.  The landscape was flat with hills in the distance.  Though some might say it was boring, she thought it beautiful, like Arizona.
    “Oh, I guess we never did quite get to that,” he said.  “I work with insurance companies, big insurance companies.  I’m an insurance investigator.  I have to investigate claims all over the world, which means I have to go on site to the different companies we insure and take a look at the problem.  Then I report my findings back to the company and they either pay or deny the claim.”
    “Ah, I see.  So you’re the one I would blame for a rejected claim.”
    “Yup.  Fortunately for me, no one knows I’m the bad guy, so I don’t get any flack.  That goes to the company.”
    They were quiet for a few miles and finally Alexa asked, “What did your dad do for a living?”
    “Farmer,” said Cayman.  “We have a ranch in Sultan.  We used to have livestock, we had horses, about seventy head of cattle, if I remember correctly, and Dad grew hay and lots of wheat that he sold every year.  It was a fun place to grow up.”
    “Sounds wonderful,” she replied with a smile.
    “You never told me what your dad did for a living,” he said.
    “My dad?” she began, “Oh, he was in the export business.  At least that’s how he explained it to me.  He’d find buyers overseas for people that had large items to sell here in the states, or big lots of items and then he’d hook the two of them up and they’d make the sale.  He traveled a lot with that because a lot of the items went to China or Africa.  Some of it went to the Middle East, but that wasn’t very often.  He didn’t like going there much.”
    They chatted the rest of the way, stopping for lunch and enjoyed a walk in the sunshine for a bit before returning to the road.  It was a couple more hours before they reached Salt Lake City.  The perfect stopping place, they had to decide where they wanted to stay the night. 
    “I don’t care where we stay, but no more main floor rooms!”  she smiled at him.  A nice cheap two story motel would be fine with her.
    “Well, now that I know you’re not a helpless innocent, I can feel a little better about agreeing to you staying in your own room.”
    “Oh, like you’ve had to babysit me?  Is that what you’re saying?” she teased.
    Cayman smiled and shook his head, knowing any answer at this point, would be the wrong one.
    They pulled up in front of the Grand America Hotel in downtown Salt Lake.
    “They must pay you pretty well to afford to stay here,” she laughed, “I’m a Motel 6 kinda girl.”
    “Well, there’s more security at a hotel like this,” he said glancing up the side of the building.  “I definitely feel safer here.”
    They entered the lobby, complete with marbled floors and giant columns.  Approaching the counter Cayman asked about a room.
    The woman at the counter checked the availability for the night. 
    “You need one night?” she asked.
    “Yes,” replied Cayman.
    “Are you here for Conference?” she asked them.
    “Conference?  No, we’re just passing through,” said Cayman.  “What conference is going on here?  You probably have a few.”
    “Oh,