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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 468) With Rage

“Where do you keep your travel bags?” Crispin asks as he follows Lyla into the room.

“Oh, those are in the hall closet.” She points in the direction of two doors that are catty-cornered across the hall from her bedroom. “It’s the one on the right, closest to the banister railings.” As Lyla steps further into her room, Crispin walks back across the hall and opens the closet door. Shockingly, Marnie attacks viciously as she pushes her way out of her hiding place screaming with rage and seemingly inhuman sounds.

Completely unexpected and off guard, Crispin falls backward across the hall hitting his back against the wall with great force. With a large knife in her right hand, Marnie drives the blade into Crispin’s left shoulder causing blood to start flowing immediately from the deep wound. He yells out in agony and the forceful impact of his body hitting the wall creates an intense sound that radiates throughout the structure. Marnie steps back in shock.

“NO!” she screams as she points her bloody fingers at him. “NO! It wasn’t supposed to be you!” With one hand outstretched and the other over her mouth, she whimpers like a wild beast snared in a trap.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 467) Fresh Start

“It still smells like smoke in here,” Crispin says as he wraps his arms around Lyla, “but I have the best crew already starting the restoration. It will be perfect once again.” He says as he directs her toward the staircase. Walking arm in arm to the second floor they continue their conversation.

“Look at how far we’ve come since we met six months ago, and again now.” Says Lyla as they stop on the second floor landing. She looks down the hall to the right at the damaged portion of the house. The space is dark, gloomy, and still very wet from the water used to extinguish the flames. The scent of moisture mixed with smoke consumes the air.

“Don’t even look that way, Lyla. It will all be repaired and you need not subject yourself to bad memories.” Crispin takes her hand and guides her down the hall toward her bedroom. “Just think of this as a new beginning, a fresh start, and soon everything will be as it should be.” He smiles.

Crispin stops at Lyla’s bedroom door allowing her to enter first. She is thinking of what he just said and he is right. This is a new beginning, exciting and fresh is exactly how she feels. Looking back at him, she thinks of how he must have felt, realizing how frightened she had become of him. She cannot fathom how manipulative and cruel Quinn’s distorted guidance was for him at that time. Crispin is right, they are starting new. Looking at him, she smiles and he responds with a wink.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 466) I Did

Stepping into the foyer of her damaged home, Lyla flips the switch on the wall to the on position and the large stained glass chandelier lights up brightening the space with blends of color.

“Hey, that reminds me,” she turns to Crispin poking him in the chest with her finger. “Did you happen to buy a certain stained glass lamp while in Madrid?” Laughing, Crispin looks at her with a childlike sneer as if he has no idea what she is talking about. His expression alone makes Lyla laugh as he begins his confession.

“Ah, yes indeed I did.” He laughs again. “I noticed it in the shop window and thought it would be a perfect match to your chandelier.” He steps toward her and becomes very serious. “The chance to give it to you just had not quite come up yet.”

“You are sneaky,” she grins, knowing he is about to burst into laughter. “I ended up with a very old, yet beautiful ornate lantern because of you, thank you very much.” As Lyla turns to the table where the item usually sits, she remembers that it was involved in the fire and may be lost forever.

“Then again,” she states while her back is to Crispin, “it may not hold memories that I want to keep.”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 465) Kindness

“We are going inside to grab a few things and should be out of your way shortly.” Crispin says as he takes over and puts an end to this uncomfortable conversation. He and Lyla start walking toward the front porch together and Robert follows.

“That’s a good idea. We just secured tarps on the damaged part of the house. It looks like rain is on the way.” He says rather quickly. This comment from Robert causes both Crispin and Lyla to stop and look over their shoulders to the west. Robert nods in the direction of the line of clouds sitting on the horizon.

“My guys and I will be leaving in about five minutes, so if you need anything let us know as soon as possible.” He smiles as if embarrassed, and he probably is. It is obvious he is taking things personally and Lyla hates to leave him on that note.

“Thank you, Robert.” She places her hand on his arm. “You take care and let’s hope Marnie turns herself in soon. I truly appreciate all of your help and kindness.” She smiles looking him in the eyes, “Please do not worry.”

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 464) Lyla’s House

After several more topics of conversation and a bit of flirting, Lyla and Crispin clear away their plates. He explains that while she was asleep, he took charge of the situation and met workers at her house as soon as the sun was up. Under his guidance, the task is already underway and he suggests they drive into town to gather more items and to make sure the contractors have started work as he directed. Upon their arrival at Lyla’s house, they find Marnie’s brother, Robert, standing in the front yard conversing with a few other men.

“Hello there,” says Robert as Lyla gets out of the car. He quickly walks over to greet her.

“Robert, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She says as she glances at Crispin.

“You have my sincerest apologies, Lyla. I had no idea my sister was so irrational and confused. We still don’t know where she is and I’ve got to get her some help, fast.” He states as he steps closer to both Lyla and Crispin to keep the other men from hearing his words.

“I want her to get some help too. If there is anything. . .” Starts Lyla but Robert interrupts her quickly.

“No, I feel so bad about all of it Lyla, you don’t need to do anything. I am so glad to be on the team that is making the repairs to your home. It makes me feel better about myself.” Robert shakes his head as he pushes his hat back a little from his sweaty forehead.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 463) You With Me

“Yes, I do fairly well on my own.” Lyla pauses. “I hope you don’t mind me being here, with you.” She says as she tips her head slightly waiting for his response.

“You, my love. . .” Crispin pauses briefly as if he may become emotional. “I hope by now you realize I want you with me, wherever our life together may take us.” Without a hint of uncertainty, Lyla responds.

“I can’t imagine being anywhere else.” she says as she leans forward kissing him quickly. “Let’s eat, I’m starving.”

As they enjoy the meal Crispin prepared, a slight breeze begins to blow and birds flutter in and out of the vines overhead as well as the nearby shrubbery. The sun is warm but as clouds begin to drift in it gives off the appearance of wispy shadows crawling along the ground. Lyla and Crispin talk for over an hour and finish off their meal with a large glass of wine. Before they take their last drink, Crispin holds his glass up to Lyla.

“May God grant you many years to live, for sure he must be knowing, that earth has angels all too few and heaven is overflowing.” He taps his glass to Lyla’s and says, “To you my angel.” Smiling, she slowly leans over the table to kiss him once again.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 462) Have A Need

The heavy scent of earth and blossoms is intoxicating as Crispin leads Lyla quickly through the glass building. From here, they exit though another door and step outside to a rather large vine-covered pergola with a fire pit chimney at the far end. Creamy tan and white stones are grouted together making a perfectly level floor as they walk over to a table that is sitting in the center.

“Exactly what time is it?” Lyla asks a bit shocked to see that the sun appears to be low in the sky for the noon hour.

“It is half past three.” Replies Crispin as he pulls a chair out for her to sit down.

“No, you are kidding me, right?” she questions as she looks out across rolling hills of green grass and white rocks. “Oh Crispin, this area is beautiful. It takes my breath away.” She cannot believe that she is in the same country as her hometown.

“Yes, it is beautiful, peaceful, and remote here.” States Crispin as he sits down across from her. “As you may suspect, I tend to keep to myself except when I am needed, or have a need.” He smiles as he reaches out touching her hand.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 461) The Reason

“Do you ever sleep?” Lyla asks as she looks into Crispin’s eyes. He tips his head as if his answer is questionable and Lyla runs her hand along the back of his neck as she looks at him thoughtfully.

“Let’s just say my mind is wonderfully consumed and that keeps me up at times.” He says in a vague manner as he continues to hold her.

“That’s a very cryptic reply.” Lyla laughs. “So what does it mean?” Crispin looks at her and grins. “What are you hiding?” She teases.

“You are the reason I don’t sleep.” He replies has he holds her close. “Let’s just say, you are a beacon to my soul.” He kisses her as he draws her into a tighter embrace. “I prepared breakfast, but it’s more like a late lunch.” He laughs.

Taking her by the hand, they walk down the short hall, through the main room, and out through the back door of the kitchen. Stepping across three large square stones, they immediately enter a glass structure. It is a greenhouse of sorts with various pots and planters full of flowers and vegetables sitting in neat rows and sections. Some varieties are hanging in large baskets, some spilling out of tall urns, and the gravel walkway is wet and shiny.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 460) Enveloping

Once dressed, Lyla pulls the covers of the bed up and arranges the pillows neatly in front of the headboard. Just as she tosses the last throw pillow in its place, Crispin comes up from behind sliding his arms around her into an enveloping and tender hug. She welcomes this embrace by holding his arms and leaning back slightly as she looks up at him. Wrapped in his arms she slowly turns to face him.

“Hello,” she says as she drapes her arms over his shoulders and gives him a quick kiss.

“I take it you slept well?” he asks with a smile.

“Yes, I did except right before I woke up I had a bad dream.” She looks down.

“Do you want to talk about it? He questions.

“No.” she looks up at him and shakes her head. “The worst part of it all was when I woke up,” she pauses. “You weren’t there.

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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 459) No Trace

Lyla reaches down to the foot of the bed and grabs the bathrobe she laid there last night. Slipping it on, she cinches it at her waist and slowly walks across the room and opens the door. Dashing out ahead, Smokey runs down the short hall and rounds the corner into the main room. Lyla can still hear the heavy thuds of all four paws as the hefty cat runs across the room.

There is no trace of smoke or any strange mists as she searches for Crispin and this is a relief. The main room is void of anyone but herself and still pleasantly scented by the bouquets of flowers Crispin arranged last night. Stepping into the kitchen she  finds Smokey alone, nibbling on dry food from a small bowl on the floor.

Looking out the windows the sun is high in the mid afternoon sky. She does not see Crispin anywhere but the car is still in the drive, so she believes he cannot be too far away. Going back to the bedroom, she digs through the bag of clothes Crispin gathered and slips on a pair of pants and a shirt.

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