TITLE: DARK SHADOW RISING
GENRE: WOMEN'S FICTION/THRILLER
Dick Whitney sat opposite the most beautiful woman in the dining room and wondered how he was going to tell her. He inhaled the smells of garlic bread and the rich tomato-basil sauce in the air of Antonio’s Ristorante, but he'd lost his appetite.
He could look out at the surf, the full moon, and the thousand stars garnishing the sky above the Gulf of Mexico, but Dick wasn't focusing on the view, at least not the one out the window. He feasted his eyes on his companion and raised his drink. “Happy Birthday, Ann.”
She crinkled her nose at him; one of the things he loved most about her. They clinked glasses and then he stared at her, amazed. This fantastic woman chose to marry him, a scruffy newspaper man fifteen years her senior.
Even after ten years, she looked the same as she had on their wedding day. She still adored him. He could see it deep in her luminous green eyes.
The soft light put a sheen in her red hair and made orange shadows in the folds of her peach-colored top and matching skirt. She moved her hand over the silky fabric covering her shoulder. "Thanks for the outfit."
How he loved that clear alto voice. It could calm him in a crisis or urge him on during lovemaking.
What would she say when he told her what he was about to do?