The early morning chill hung in the
air and misted with every breath Lisa and Marc took. They walked hand in hand
silent but for the occasional squawk of a lone sea gull and the soft swish of
surf against the shore. In another couple of hours, the boardwalk would be
teeming with tourists, locals, and quite possibly, the hit man who was looking
for Marc. He knew it was a risk exposed as he was without the cover of a crowd
but he had to risk it—just this once.
“You’re going to run again aren’t
you.”
Lisa already knew his answer but
Marc supposed she needed to ask anyway. He’d missed her while on the run. The
last thing he wanted was to draw her into the line of fire. Lisa hadn’t been
there the day he witnessed a murder in the alley behind the restaurant they
both worked at. If he could keep her safe, stay off the grid until his
testimony put the killer behind bars, they could leave town together. He’d miss
the beach though.
Marc paused near the railing, cupped
her cheek, and kissed her softly. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled Lisa
against his body. It was in that moment he felt the barrel of a revolver
pressing against his stomach. Frozen, he looked into the eyes of the girl he
loved.
“You know I hate it when you run.”
Cross-posted at Breathless Blog
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