A Masterpiece Of Our Love (The Masterpiece Trilogy Book 1) by Nikki Lynn Barrett
Authors: Nikki Lynn Barrett
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to leave.
Once outside, Hunter blew out a breath. The breeze felt good on his face. It was nice to be out in fresh air again. How could anyone work in that little shack for hours on end? He sure wouldn't be able to stand it.
"At least they found the boat," Becca said softly. "Do you want me to go half with you on the repair bill?"
"Absolutely not!" Hunter almost yelled, flabbergasted. "No really, it's okay." She'd been about to protest. "Let's get on over to Range's and see what they can tell us about these letters. I'm more than a little rattled about this."
The employees at Range's couldn't seem to tell them a thing. "You mean to tell me that someone can walk in here, find our rooms and just leave notes and no one sees this? Come on, you have no surveillance tapes? No way do I believe you don't even have a little bit of security around here. I know this is a pretty big tourist attraction." Hunter curled his fists as his side.
"Sir-" The petite blonde stared at him with wide eyes as she pursed her lips.
"Look at what this says!" Hunter slapped his crumpled note on the desk. "My friend here got the very same one! Our rooms aren't close to each other at all. There has to be something you can do to look into this." He could start making some serious threats toward Range's, but he hoped it wouldn't come down it. Other than this incident, he'd never had an issue when staying here. An incident like this wouldn't normally boil his blood, but when it came to Becca's and his safety, he'd do whatever he had to do.
The woman stared at the paper and let out a gasp. "You both have one of these?" Her gaze traveled to Becca for confirmation.
Becca pulled her note from her purse and held it up, saying nothing.
"Oh dear," the woman said quietly. "Okay Mr..."
"Mr. Beckman. Hunter Beckman."
She nodded. "Mr. Beckman, I will look into this right away."
Hunter gave the woman a rundown of when they'd been in and out of Range's since he'd been here. His note had not been delivered when he first made it into the room. It had to have been sometime while he was in the shower. He could only guess the same for Becca, but he had no idea. If that were the case, someone had their itinerary and location down to a tee, which scared the shit out of him.
"Please see that you do. I'm upset about being followed and having notes left for us." Hunter narrowed his eyes, sending her a silent message. The young lady swallowed and gave a curt nod. Slightly satisfied, Hunter stalked away from the desk.
"Wait up!" Becca called out from behind him.
He stopped. "I'm sorry. I keep leaving you behind. I'm really agitated over this and I don't always think before I act."
"I know. It's okay."
"No this isn't okay Becca, but thank you for being so patient and understanding with me." This was not how he expected this trip to go. Maybe he should call home and check in with Shara for any news. He debated on going back to the front desk to ask about switching rooms. He wanted to be closer to Becca. If someone had some strange idea of harming them, he wanted her close by.
He had to admit to himself that he wanted her close by for other reasons, too.
Too many thoughts crowded his mind. He needed to clear his head.
*****
Becca knew Hunter had been reluctant to part from her after they both had concerns over those letters. He had phone calls to make though, and she wanted to check her own messages. An hour later, she had her easel and paints set up near the window. She'd wanted to go out on the balcony, but the rain had begun once again. Closing her eyes, Becca thought back to the image from this morning of the fog, the island, and the sunrise.
Vince had left a few messages, but she wasn't ready to deal with him yet. He sounded all high strung again, worried about something that she would probably never know about. She would call him after she had a bit of a break and got some painting done.
She put the brush to her canvas and began the process. Thinking back to
Once outside, Hunter blew out a breath. The breeze felt good on his face. It was nice to be out in fresh air again. How could anyone work in that little shack for hours on end? He sure wouldn't be able to stand it.
"At least they found the boat," Becca said softly. "Do you want me to go half with you on the repair bill?"
"Absolutely not!" Hunter almost yelled, flabbergasted. "No really, it's okay." She'd been about to protest. "Let's get on over to Range's and see what they can tell us about these letters. I'm more than a little rattled about this."
The employees at Range's couldn't seem to tell them a thing. "You mean to tell me that someone can walk in here, find our rooms and just leave notes and no one sees this? Come on, you have no surveillance tapes? No way do I believe you don't even have a little bit of security around here. I know this is a pretty big tourist attraction." Hunter curled his fists as his side.
"Sir-" The petite blonde stared at him with wide eyes as she pursed her lips.
"Look at what this says!" Hunter slapped his crumpled note on the desk. "My friend here got the very same one! Our rooms aren't close to each other at all. There has to be something you can do to look into this." He could start making some serious threats toward Range's, but he hoped it wouldn't come down it. Other than this incident, he'd never had an issue when staying here. An incident like this wouldn't normally boil his blood, but when it came to Becca's and his safety, he'd do whatever he had to do.
The woman stared at the paper and let out a gasp. "You both have one of these?" Her gaze traveled to Becca for confirmation.
Becca pulled her note from her purse and held it up, saying nothing.
"Oh dear," the woman said quietly. "Okay Mr..."
"Mr. Beckman. Hunter Beckman."
She nodded. "Mr. Beckman, I will look into this right away."
Hunter gave the woman a rundown of when they'd been in and out of Range's since he'd been here. His note had not been delivered when he first made it into the room. It had to have been sometime while he was in the shower. He could only guess the same for Becca, but he had no idea. If that were the case, someone had their itinerary and location down to a tee, which scared the shit out of him.
"Please see that you do. I'm upset about being followed and having notes left for us." Hunter narrowed his eyes, sending her a silent message. The young lady swallowed and gave a curt nod. Slightly satisfied, Hunter stalked away from the desk.
"Wait up!" Becca called out from behind him.
He stopped. "I'm sorry. I keep leaving you behind. I'm really agitated over this and I don't always think before I act."
"I know. It's okay."
"No this isn't okay Becca, but thank you for being so patient and understanding with me." This was not how he expected this trip to go. Maybe he should call home and check in with Shara for any news. He debated on going back to the front desk to ask about switching rooms. He wanted to be closer to Becca. If someone had some strange idea of harming them, he wanted her close by.
He had to admit to himself that he wanted her close by for other reasons, too.
Too many thoughts crowded his mind. He needed to clear his head.
*****
Becca knew Hunter had been reluctant to part from her after they both had concerns over those letters. He had phone calls to make though, and she wanted to check her own messages. An hour later, she had her easel and paints set up near the window. She'd wanted to go out on the balcony, but the rain had begun once again. Closing her eyes, Becca thought back to the image from this morning of the fog, the island, and the sunrise.
Vince had left a few messages, but she wasn't ready to deal with him yet. He sounded all high strung again, worried about something that she would probably never know about. She would call him after she had a bit of a break and got some painting done.
She put the brush to her canvas and began the process. Thinking back to
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