Taken: The MISTAKEN Series Complete Third Season Read Free Page B

flyers from a shelf. “I’ve only been there a few times myself, but what a lovely place.”
    I grunted in agreement. I didn’t care any more about Boston than I did this poor excuse for a town. But it was a plausible story, and plausible was all I needed at the moment. I tried to force the frustration I was feeling out of my voice. “Do you have anything available? Because I can go up to Bangor and see what they have listed there if I need to.”
    She interrupted. “No, no. You don’t need to do that.” She turned up the charm. “I’m sure I can help you find something lovely to surprise your fiancée.”
    “Good. It doesn’t have to be much—just somewhere we can come spend our weekends.” I took another deep breath—as much as I didn’t want to spook Jen into running, I didn’t want to freak this woman out, either. If there was one thing I had learned in the months I had been searching for Jen, it was that real estate agents—especially the small town ones—knew everything there was to know about the town and its residents. If she so much as suspected I was playing her, she would clam up in a heartbeat and it would be that much more difficult to find out if Jen was really here.
    “Oh, I can imagine how hectic your life must be in the city. Actually, I can’t imagine. I’ve lived here almost my whole life.”
    I nodded. “Really? So you must know the town inside and out.”
    “Oh, I do.” She grinned. “Anything you need to know, I’m your girl.” She raised her eyebrow almost suggestively.
    I glanced down at her hand and noticed the lack of a wedding ring. I could probably use that to my advantage—not that I had any interest in her, obviously. Even if I hadn’t been there searching for Jen, the woman was much older than me. She was much older than Krystal, my sister, and Krystal was thirteen when I was born. I was playing this wrong—she would give me more answers if I flirted than if I acted like I was head over heels in love with my non-existent fiancée. I smiled, my eyes twinkling at her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name…?”
    She giggled, almost like a teenager. She extended her hand again. “I’m so silly. I’m Georgia. And you’re…?”
    I grasped her hand again, lightly this time, giving it a small squeeze.
    “Happy I came to visit you, Georgia.” I smiled again. “Tell me something. Do you get many tourists through here? I’m really looking for a place with a lot of privacy.” I winked at her. “If you know what I mean…”
    She giggled again. “Oh, not so many anymore. There’s just the one motel now, and they don’t do a whole lot of business these days. Bob and Carol have let the place get pretty run down, and they make most of their money from the gift shop now. It’s right on the highway, you know, so they get a lot of traffic in there from that. Actually, since they hired that new girl, they’ve been doing pretty well. She’s really business-savvy, that Becky.” She grinned. “I should hire her to get me some more clients like you.”
    Business-savvy. I didn’t know Jen like that, but I did know she had an MBA that she never used. It wasn’t a stretch to think that she could be business-savvy. She was an intelligent woman—it was one of the things I loved most about her. That she could carry on an intelligent conversation, unlike so many other women I had had the misfortune of spending time with… It didn’t matter. I had to find out if this Becky woman was really Jen. It matched with what the girl had posted about her vacation in this town—that the woman in the gift shop here looked exactly like Jen. It had to be the same person.
    I winked at Georgia again. “I’ll tell you what, Georgia. It was a long drive in, and I’m pretty beat. I think I’ll go get a room at that motel. Why don’t you get a list of places together, and I’ll come back first thing in the morning and you can show them to me. Sound like a plan?”
    The woman