Rosie
continued towards St Clair Marina the sight taking her breath away. The lovely deep natural curved harbour
entered into an even deeper blue lake past the harbour master’s residence. The moored boats were gorgeous, all
different sizes and shapes, beautifully painted and cared for. There were several pontoons, full sailing
boat and fishing boats. A paddle steamer
stood in pride of place; the steamer did short trips where you could book a
romantic meal out. Sometimes it was used
for wedding receptions and events.
Across the other side of
the harbour there was a boat building business bustling with activity. Gorgeous well-built tanned men were busy
working on what looked like a luxury wooden yacht. Next to it there was a sale
yard for those who wished to buy and keep a boat instead of hiring. With yachts entering and exiting the harbour;
people waving to each other, relaxing watching the comings and goings she
relaxed enjoying the wonderful sights.
Smiling at tourists enjoying the admiring looks she strolled along the
pier enjoying the breeze ruffling her hair.
“Miss,” looking down a
little boy tugging on her jacket.
Crouching down she smiled.
“What’s the matter young
man, are you lost?”
“Nah, I live here miss. Got a note for you though,” he grinned up
cheekily.
Slowly she stood looking
around scanning faces close by. “Thank
you. Who gave you the note?”
He turned slowly
pointing towards the back of a blonde haired man disappearing into the
crowds. Sighing she took the note giving
the lad some coins. Grinning he ran off
to the ice cream parlour. Rosie opened
the note.
Meet me at Lola’s Bar
and Grill tonight at 8pm. I have vital
information for you.
No name, she didn’t
recognize the writing. A puzzled frown
on her forehead she tucked the note into her pocket making her way toward where
the person had disappeared. Not one for
meeting strangers she shrugged eventually returning to her hotel. A night out she wondered, dare she after her
set down with the other man yesterday. Rosie rang down to reception checking with management the rating of
Lola’s Bar. Making her decision with
narrowed eyes she went to change she’d be ready for whatever came her way. Apparently Lola’s had great reviews.
Settling down at her
desk Rosie transferred the film data to her SD card slotting it into her
laptop. Looking through the film frame by frame until she found the blonde
haired guy; she already noted he was dressed in black jeans and t-shirt. His face in every shot was turned away from
the camera much to her frustration. He
had strong broad shoulders like a football player though with slim hips. He
looked to be about five foot ten.
“Who the hell are you,”
she muttered scowling at her lack of knowledge.
Closing her laptop she stood gazing out the bay windows noticing night
was drawing in, the sun sinking behind the mountains made them glow eerily as
it dipped lower. It was time to prepare
to go out. Showering quickly Rosie was
soon standing in her underwear in front of the wardrobe, opening it she sighed
looking through the few dresses she’d thought to bring with her. Finally picking out her favourite forest
green knit dress she pulled it on over her head letting it slide snugly over
the flare of her hips where it settled right on her knees showing her gorgeous
figure. Picking out black heels she slid
them on her feet. Turning to the mirror
smiling, knowing she looked great she settled her bodice showing off her cleavage
to best advantage. A small blade in her
garter, her colt 45 in her purse she was nearly done. Highlighting her face with make-up she added
a diamond drop necklace and earrings just as a knock sounded at her door.
Sighing with
exasperation, “who is it?”
“Porter here Miss, a
parcel was dropped off for you.”
So much for nobody
knowing she was here. Holding her gun behind her she unlocked the door looking
the young lady over. Taking the parcel she gave a tip shutting the door placing
the package on a side table while she finished her make up. Snatching up her little jacket she glanced at
the parcel deciding to leave it until later. Purse, keys, camera broach and off she went to locate Lola’s Bar and
Grill.
Rosie arrived early at
the restaurant giving her time to case the place, not knowing if she’d need to
escape later. Scanning the early evening
crowd, she found a booth at the back with a great view of the whole room. Taking a seat she relaxed ordering a Gin and
Tonic. Her eyes on the door she waited
in anticipation of her mystery man.
The whole room stilled
as he walked in, every woman gaped at the stocky blonde man in tight black
jeans and black t-shirt pulled taunt across fantastic abs. Stopping in the doorway he looked around
until his eyes settled on Rosie in the back booth, with a small smile he made
his way towards her. Sliding on the seat
opposite he nodded once before ordering a beer from the waitress who’d followed
him across the restaurant.
An impish smile crossed
his face as he gave his full attention to the gorgeous red head who sat across
from him.
“Good evening Miss,
thank you for joining me tonight.”
Lifting an eyebrow she
quipped back, “you could say I was curious as to who knew me here in Grampton.”
“Oh we don’t know each
other, though we will,” he replied smiling.
“What sort of game do
you think you’re playing Mr..,?”
“Call me James,” he
smiled.
“Oh like James Bond, the
mysterious 007 how exciting,” she said placing her elbows on the table, “There
again where’s your martini?”
“I knew I’d like
you. I do adore a red head.”
“Really James that’s
very trite of you. I’m sure you can do
better than that.”
He let out a belly laugh
making patrons turn towards them wondering what was so funny. “Let’s order, the
steak is very good here.”
“Fine, I’ll have
peppered steak, medium rare with mushroom sauce.”
Turning to the waitress
who appeared at his elbow he repeated the order doubling it, adding baked
potatoes and veg.
“So James, what’s this
information you have for me,” Rosie asked politely. “I don’t usually meet with
strange men, you had me intrigued.
“First what’s your
name?”
“What you didn’t find
out, amazing, your obviously not Bond then are you,” she chuckled with delight.
“No, I can’t say I am
though I do enjoy been mysterious,” he laughed quietly.
“You can call me
Modesty,” she grinned.
“My, my we’re going to
have an interesting evening after all.”
“Perhaps, so what’s this
vital information James? Or was it just
to get my attention,” she said in an amused tone.
“Well I certainly got
your attention.” Their food orders
arrived so they let the evening progress as one would on a blind date.
By the time they got to
coffee they’d talked about many different subjects, finding they’d much in
common.
“Thank you for distracting
me James. It’s been lovely, now I must
leave and get some beauty sleep.”
“It’s early Modesty;
surely you can spare another hour?”
“Well I would, however
you still refuse to tell me about this so called vital information which I
think is bogus anyway.”
“You’re in danger here,”
he said simply. “I’m here to protect
you.”
“Oh please you can do
much better than that James, most women on their own are in danger. I don’t even know you,” her laugh harsh.
“You’re the second guy to accost me in the last thirty six hours.”
James’s eye narrowed
dangerously. “Who was the other man?” he
growled.
“Please James, or
whoever you are, I’m quite capable of looking after myself.”
“Who was he?”
“None of your business,”
she said indignantly rising from the table. He grabbed her hand pulling her back as she whirled around her hand in
her purse. “Get your hands off me,” she
said stiffly.
“Get off your high horse
and trust me,” he ground out in frustration.
“I don’t trust or
usually turn up for blind dates James.” She glowered, “now take your hands off
me before I make a scene,” she whispered fiercely
“Fine, find out the hard
way and don’t come running to me.”
“I won’t James,” she
hissed.
Reluctantly he let go of
her watching her stalk out of the restaurant hips swaying, anger in every line
of her body. Sighing he ran his fingers
though his blonde hair. His phone
rang. Grimacing at the number he answered
it.
“So how did it go?”
“She just left. You could’ve warned me she was a difficult
woman.”
“What your charm didn’t
work this time Gabriel,” laughed his boss.
“You need to tell me
more about Rosie until then I can only keep an eye on her.”
“She’s in deep trouble
Gabriel,” he replied seriously.
“Tell me about it, who
is she, why is she in trouble? What the hell’s going on here?”
“I don’t know much,
that’s the trouble with my speciality. I’ll keep you updated as I can.
Keep your ear to the ground and watch her.”
“She mentioned another
guy accosted her.”
“Did you find out who it
was?”
“Nope, that’s what
caused her angry walk out.”
“Get over to the hotel
and keep watch Gabriel, the danger is approaching,” he said urgently. “Move it.”
“Ok, gone,” he replied
closing his phone.
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