Young, Allyson - Broken [Running to Love 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Allyson Young

curiously, and Kyle approached him.
    “I thought I saw my wife just now,” he said. “I’m late, and she might have left without me. Tall, black cape, dark hair.”
    “Oh, Miss Land,” the doorman replied. “She just caught a cab, but she should be back. She hasn’t checked out yet.”
    Kyle felt relief that made his knees weak, followed quickly by anger. He forced himself to nod to the man and walked into the lobby. The reception clerk was cautious and initially refused to give him Tabitha’s room number or a key, but the manager came to his rescue. Kyle’s clients had stayed at the Hallmark many times in the past, and the manager knew who to thank for the business. Kyle accepted a key from the clerk and indicated that he would wait for his wife in her suite. He called Devon’s cell and found the cop had parked just outside. Kyle went out to the SUV and let Devon know he had found Tabitha. Devon looked at Kyle’s strained features and very obviously refrained from what he was going to say.
    “You don’t by chance have any items with you, do you, Devon?” Kyle asked.
    Devon shrugged. “I just bought Alex a new toy or two.” He reached into the back seat.
    “I’ll take the toys and make do,” Kyle said grimly.
    “Better think it through and have a plan, Kyle,” replied Devon, “You may think you know your woman, but if she ran from you…”
    Kyle took the proffered bag and shook Devon’s hand. “I can’t thank you enough for the help.”
    Devon took the hint and thumped Kyle’s shoulder. He climbed into his vehicle and pulled out into traffic, leaving Kyle standing on the sidewalk clutching a bright-orange bag embossed with JOY , feeling as though he had just lost his best friend. Which maybe he had. What the hell was Tabitha doing?
    Kyle regrouped and turned, striding into the hotel with purpose. He ascended to Tabitha’s suite and let himself in, going straight to the bathroom to unwrap and wash the gel dildo. He dried it carefully and placed it in the bedside table along with the vibe. He pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed and turned both bedside lamps onto their highest setting. Next, he tested the stability of the headboard and footboard. There was nothing else he could utilize except maybe his belt, so he took that off to place by the bed, only to put it back on through the loops. Tabi-cat could watch as he pulled it free and doubled it into his fist. He would use her stockings and bra to restrain her, or she could damn well just hold onto the headboard at his order. He felt his arousal build with the anticipation.
    A quick search then turned up nothing in the way of clothes or anything else, and he worried she would not return. But there was nothing left to do but wait. He was good at waiting and took the chair by the door. He idly paged through a few pieces of paper on the desk, noting numbers and calculations in six digits, but they meant nothing to him.

    * * * *

    Tabitha hurried through the hotel entrance. It was nearly dark, and she had finally concluded her business. She had a suitcase packed with a few changes of clothes, courtesy of a department store, and new credit and bank cards that corresponded to her new account. The bank manager had once again assisted her even with her limited identification. The large bank draft had helped. Her passport was still at Kyle’s house. There, she didn’t say it was still at home. She was letting go. It didn’t hurt. It did not. She had her driver’s licence, but that was all. Reapplying for a social security card, applying for health insurance and all the other mundane, taken-for-granted pieces of life’s identity had to wait.
    She had stopped at a travel agency and booked a flight out in the morning that would take her to Oregon. She would have to pay cash for the tickets at the airport until her credit card was activated, but she had that covered. Tabitha didn’t know why Oregon, but she thought she might find sanity there and