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it's a promise. If I find that
somehow, someone has told Caden where I live, or I'm
visited or bothered by him, you can take that as my notice."
    A guilty look flickered over Linsey's face, and Anna knew her suspicions were correct. This visit was no accident.
And she was certain Cade knew where she lived. That
was it; she was leaving, and not just the club.
    "Understand?"
    Linsey nodded, as her eyes flickered
from Anna to Cade and back again. Behind her, Athol
stood as still as a statue.
    The telephone broke up the tableau. Anna looked at it and
then at Athol. He took the hint and lifted the receiver.
    Anna flexed her fingers to relieve the pins and needles in
them.
      "Good, I'm glad
we all understand each other." She keyed in the password of the closet,
retrieved her handbag and coat and walked out.

Chapter Three
     
    Cade watched the only woman he
could say he loved walk away from him again and swore under his breath.
    " Fuck, that went well."
    “Oh god, I'm so sorry. I was sure it would be okay." Linsey sounded as if she was going to cry. “After Anna
explained everything and then you did…" She stopped and shook her head.
    Cade touched her arm, pleased that
all he felt was compassion. He was conscious of Athol standing silently beside
them. Not that anything needed to be explained to the other man, but he still
wasn't prepared to talk in front of him.
    Linsey took a deep breath. "Ah, er yes, so um would you like to look round?"
    He shook his head. "I would, but I'm not going to, not
now. Don't worry, I'll not renege. I hope to hell I'm not about to lose you a
P.A., but I'm going after her. I'll ring you." He strode to the door and
then turned abruptly. "Shit, I've not got my car. Where can I get a
taxi?"
    "There's one outside." Athol spoke to him.
"It's obvious there's more to this than it seems, and I'm guessing you’re
her ex. Yes, she told me ages ago when we both had a drunken confess-fest. I
think you need to listen to her, make her talk." He grinned. "Tell
her it’s the will of the tribe. She'll understand."
    Cade nodded. He'd no idea what the
other man meant but decided it was words of acceptance of sorts.
    As Athol had said, there was a cab outside the door. The
driver, a burly Glaswegian with an accent so thick Cade only understood one word in ten, drove as if he was Scotland 's latest Formula One
champion, and covered the miles across the city at a rate of knots. As they got
to the suburbs he slowed, and once they reached the last streetlight, his speed
decreased to a snail pace even though it was only twilight.
    " Isthenae a motorway roon here?"
    Cade tried to split the words.
    “Oh." He deciphered the sentence. "Hey, I'm a
visitor, but I guess this is the best way."
      "Ach, I wiz affraido that."
    "Sorry, but it's not far now." He'd studied the
map several times, so he was able to give directions. Within a few minutes the
cab stopped outside an elegant gatehouse. It was in darkness.
    "Wait there a minute." Cade got out and knocked on the door. The noise echoed inside the building.
Somewhere close by a dog barked low and deep. Cade hoped it was confined. He didn't fancy having to explain a dog bite to anyone.
Apart from the barking, there was nothing. It didn't take long to realize there
was no one at home.
    He went back to the cab.
      "Back to the
city, please."
      The driver nodded,
obviously used to strange visitors who decided to take a jaunt into the
countryside and back again. As he pulled away, Caden's phone bleeped that he had a text message.
    'Wait there. I'll be five
minutes.'
    "Sorry, I'm staying after all. How much do I owe
you?" The cab jerked to a halt, and Cade didn't
even bother to try to understand the driver's muttered words. An oath was an
oath, and recognizable in any language. He paid the man, adding his thanks and
a substantial tip, and got out. The cab sped away, no doubt back to
civilization and the streetlights, and Cade leaned
against the house wall under a security light.