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vanished into thin air. She paced the room and considered her next move. All of her adrenaline was still pumping through her veins and instead of feeling relieved he left so easily, Lucia began to realize she was disappointed.
    She wondered why she couldn’t just throw caution to the wind and take a chance. She was normally so impulsive. Why did she finally find a speck of caution when dealing with him? Maybe he was getting under her skin more than she realized.
    No, she thought it was better she protected herself against their inevitable breakup and left her emotions intact. Her thoughts drifted to Paul. She thought cynically that it was strange how life presented her with another man incapable of emotional involvement. After Paul, she vowed that she would never let herself fall in love with a man that didn’t return her feelings.
    Lucia realized now that a long-standing friendship and common values were not enough to create a lasting emotional bond. At least thinking about her ex no longer held the power to hurt her. Until tonight, she hadn’t thought about him in many weeks.
    She almost left the bedroom to search for Anderson. She couldn’t help but feel guilty about her harsh rejection of him. If she explained her feelings instead of rejecting him outright maybe they could have reached an understanding.
     
     
     

Chapter 4
    The small charter plane left Boca Raton five days later. Lucia looked out the small window and felt nothing for the beautiful landscape of palm trees and beachfront. She thought Anderson had promised her solitude and delivered it. But with her life in such upheaval, the solitude didn’t re-energize her, instead it left her feeling lonely. A few times she almost called Isabel or Emilia but she didn’t want them to think that something was wrong on her honeymoon.
    Lucia glanced over at Anderson. He had opened his laptop and was typing away. Lucia took a deep breath and tried to expel some of the loneliness she was feeling.
    “Did you enjoy your honeymoon, bella?” Anderson’s tone was pleasant but his harsh glance exposed his contempt.
    “Almost as much as you did.” came her quick reply. But as the words left her mouth, Lucia realized sarcasm wouldn’t get them anywhere. And she vowed during her many days alone on the beach she would try to make the best of the situation.
    Anderson put his work away and moved to sit next to her. They were alone on the small charter plane. The two-person crew was behind the cockpit door.
    “Would you like something to drink?” Anderson inquired.
    “No, thank you.” 
    Anderson gazed at her and let his eyes wander slowly over her body. Lucia was wearing a sleeveless sundress in white that emphasized her light tan. He probably thought she was underdressed compared to his conservative suit and tie.
    “We will be greeted at the airport with a minor press conference then I will bring you home before heading to the campaign headquarters.” Anderson said.
    “What will be expected of me?” Lucia asked him.
    “It’s entirely up to you. It would be helpful having you on the campaign trail but you are welcome to sit home and make an occasional appearance.” Anderson explained.
    “I’d like to work on the PR aspects of the campaign.” Lucia asked him.
    He studied her for a moment and said, “Brian hired someone else to handle the PR. Your role is somewhat different now.”
    Lucia looked out the window and tried to gather her disconnected thoughts.
    She touched her throat and tried to hold off the misery. She couldn’t believe that they gave the job to someone else without discussing it with her. Even though she tried to ignore her overwrought emotions, her loneliness compounded tenfold when she realized that she wouldn’t have a job waiting to absorb her energy and ideas. During the honeymoon she kept up a thin veneer of pleasantness with Anderson, waiting to get back to a normal routine.
    “What about my apartment?” Lucia asked while trying to