Harbour Falls (A Harbour Falls Mystery #1)(73)

With no Helena and very little Adam, I feared the next few weeks were going to be extremely dull here on the island. But as I drifted off to sleep, little did I know how incredibly wrong that assumption would end up being.





Chapter 19



As planned I flew out Wednesday morning with Adam. Oh, how that man looked smoking hot sitting there in the pilot’s seat in the cockpit of his jet, aviator sunglasses on, the early morning sunlight reflecting off the mirrored lenses.

Adam flipped a few switches, and the engines sprang to life. I placed the copilot’s headset on my head and pretended to press a few buttons on the control board.

“Madeleine,” Adam scolded playfully, while moving my hand back to my lap. “Behave!”

I lowered my chin, peering over the top of my own cool sunglasses. “Or what, Captain?” I teased.

Adam shot me a sidelong glance, smirking. “Or else the copilot is going to have to be punished.”

“Oooh, promise?” I squealed in delight. “Sounds like that could be fun.”

Adam laughed and shook his head. “Naughty girl,” he muttered.

“Only for you, babe,” I replied, leaning back into the copilot’s seat and adjusting my sunglasses. “Only for you.”

The plane taxied down the runway and then lifted into the clear, blue sky. There was nary a cloud marring the azure horizon. We really could not have planned for a more ideal day to fly to Boston.

The flight was short, and upon landing, I noticed there was a limo waiting for us out on the tarmac. Adam directed the driver to Trina’s downtown loft apartment that she shared with Walker. When we pulled up to the sidewalk, Adam and I said our farewells in the idling limo, punctuated by a fairly steamy make-out session. We broke apart only when we heard the driver clearing his throat, loudly. Yeah, being in love was awesome. I waved a good-bye and practically skipped into the tony apartment building. When I reached the elevator, I pressed the button for Trina’s floor—the fourteenth—and finally came down from my Adam-induced high.

Trina’s apartment was at the end of the hallway—a corner unit. The door swung open almost as soon as I rang the bell. “Maddy, hi,” Trina exclaimed. “Come on in.”

Stepping over the threshold, I noticed Trina was dressed to the nines in a pale blue blouse and navy pencil skirt ensemble that accentuated her trim figure perfectly. She was tall, like her brother, but the dark blue suede pumps she wore added even more height.

“Helena, Maddy’s here,” Trina called out over her shoulder, and then she gave me a quick hug. Stepping back, she added, “You look great, by the way.”

“Thanks.” Glancing down at the maroon crepe dress and black Louboutin pumps I was wearing, I was happy I’d chosen appropriate attire for this shopping excursion.

Trina led me into the living room, asking, “How was the flight down?”

“Smooth,” I replied. “It’s such a beautiful day.”

Trina nodded. “Yeah, perfect for flying but even better for shopping.”

The living room was all high ceilings and lots of open space. Funky, Scandinavian-style furniture was scattered about the room. The overall look was eclectic but in a very put-together way. It suited Trina, just as Adam’s décor suited his personality.

Helena, standing in front of a curved-back chair with chocolate brown cushions, looked as glamorous as a runway model in a chic black dress, black tights, and black, thigh-high boots. She came over to give me a hug. “Maddy, I’m so happy you’re here. We are going to have so much fun today.”

“Aw, thanks for inviting me,” I said, stepping back.

I felt genuinely welcomed as we spent some time chatting in the living room. Before we knew it, it was time to go, so we headed over to a local bistro Trina and Helena had chosen for lunch. “You’re going to love it,” Trina said as the hostess seated us. “The salads here are the best in the city.”

After we perused our menus and placed our orders, Helena feigned a gravely serious expression and stated, “Maddy, I hope you’re ready for some seriously hardcore shopping this afternoon.”



Trina giggled and added, “Yeah, you haven’t shopped until you’ve shopped with us, honey.”

The waiter returned to our table, filling our glasses with fresh ice water. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I brought my platinum card,” I said, laughing.

“Oh,” Trina said, “you should have borrowed Adam’s black Amex. No limit, you know.”

The salads arrived, and spearing a piece of endive with my fork, I muttered, “Um, I think my own card should be enough.”

Helena raised her eyebrows in mid-bite. Hurriedly she swallowed, forked poised in the air, and said, “Speaking of Adam, how are things going with you two? I’m guessing you worked everything out after the unexpected visit from your ex?”

I hadn’t mentioned Julian’s visit to Helena, so I assumed Adam had told Nate.

Trina glanced up, confused, so I quickly filled her in on the unexpected visit from my ex-boyfriend. I didn’t mention Adam’s late-night breakin at the cottage nor my subsequent breakdown. I only confirmed that Adam and I had worked it out.

“I still don’t get how this Julian-guy knew where to find you.” Trina said.