Temptation's Kiss (23 page)

But it had. He was horrifyingly still.

“Where would you like us to send him?”

“Send him?” she repeated vacantly.

“I'll telephone you later,” Pinkie said to the man. “Mrs. Wynne hasn't had time to make her arrangements.”

“I understand.” The pathologist began to lower the sheet.

“Wait!” she cried. The word echoed eerily off the tile walls. She couldn't leave him. Not in this terrible place. Not in this cold, cold room. If she left him lying here, his face covered by the sheet, it would be official. She couldn't cope with that yet. She couldn't admit that Thomas, her husband, was dead.

“Kari, you have to go.” Pinkie laid gentle hands on her shoulders.

“Thomas.” Her eyes filled with tears that rolled heavily down her cheeks. Tentatively she stretched her fingers toward him. She touched his hair, his forehead.

Then, sobbing uncontrollably, she collapsed into Pinkie's arms. He led her out.

It was unexpected, unheard of, bizarre. The day of the accident had been clear. For some undetermined reason, the driver of the delivery truck had lost control as he turned the corner. The truck had swerved, jumped the curb, and robbed Denver of one of its leading citizens and Kari Stewart Wynne of her husband. He had been walking back to the courthouse after a luncheon appointment. Innocently. Feeling the false sense of security human beings are wont to feel about their mortality. He had died instantly of the impact.

Kari stared at the flower-blanketed casket and wondered how it was possible that Thomas, her vibrant, dynamic husband, was sealed lifelessly inside.

She gripped Pinkie's hand. He had been a bulwark for the last two days, seeing to the myriad details while she moved in a daze. She was grateful for this mental netherland she moved in. It protected her from reality. Without it, she wouldn't have been able to cope.

She had no parents to lean on for support. Her mother had died when Kari was a child. Her father, whom she had adored and admired, had died just before she graduated from college with her degree in communications.

And now Thomas had been taken from her, too.

She went through the rites of burial feeling nothing but a deep hollowness inside her. It was only when she was returning home, riding in Pinkie's car with him and Bonnie, that she began to weep. Bonnie silently passed her a box of tissues.

“Do you remember when we got married?” Kari asked them rhetorically. “People were shocked.” Her voice, she noted, was husky. Maybe she had cried more than she remembered.

“People are always shocked when a couple doesn't fit the norm. There was over thirty years difference in your ages,” Pinkie said.

“Thirty-two years to be exact. But I never felt there was any difference.”

“Thomas didn't look as old as he was. He certainly didn't live like most men in their sixties.”

Kari smiled at Bonnie. “No, he didn't.” She turned her gaze out the window. It surprised her to see so much activity. To most people this was an ordinary workday. Life was going on.

“I was distraught over my father's death,” she said reflectively. “I remember coming to work at WBTV with the sole intention of making that my life's focus. My work was going to be all I lived for. Then I met Thomas. He gave purpose to my life again. I don't know what I would have done without him. We were so happy.” She sighed. “Is fate jealous of one's happiness?”

“Sometimes I think it is,” Bonnie said kindly. “You're beautiful and talented. Thomas Wynne was rich and successful. The two of you seemed to have it all.”

“We did,” Kari confirmed as Pinkie turned his car into the lane that led up to the house she had shared with Thomas. “Please come in.”

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