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"Your daughter is cute. She looks like you."

Chapter Five

My husband is pretty wealthy. I was able to grab enough money to get me a one-way trip ticket to Seattle, Washington. I was able to find a decent looking house that I could rent. It had to be repaired but I'd spend my days re-painting and fixing the things that I don't like about it.

I feel free. I feel so very free. I feel like I don't have a care in the world right now and I feel like my life is just beginning.

I've already moved all of my bags into my bedroom and set everything up. The place came with furniture of course. So glad. I wanted to start painting immediately so I'd have something to do instead of sit around and worry about Will ever finding me.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door to find myself a hardware store. I didn't have a car, so I'd be walking. I don't have a phone either. I left it at the house so he didn't have any way of tracking me down. Did I mention he's a policeman? So he can definitely track me down if I brought any cards or phone with me.

I was walking around for about a good 15 minutes until I found a hardware store. I walked in and I was greeted with a smile from a worker and cold air from the AC.

"Hi, how may I help you?" A worker greeted me. "Anything specific?"

"Paint." I smiled back. "Looking for paint." He nodded and motioned for me to follow him. He is beautiful. He has dark, brown curly hair and intense green eyes. He's tall and lean. He's beautiful. I cannot stop staring at the back of him. I can see the muscles in his back through his black shirt.

My thoughts are interrupted when he stops and turns to face me. He smiles. "Here is the paint. Call me if you need anything." He walks over to check on a few other customers.

I look around for a few minutes and decide that I'd like a light grey-blue colour for my bedroom. I look around for the guy that helped me and see him laughing with an old couple looking at ceiling fans.

I bring my choice of colour over to him and ask for three gallons of paint. He gives me his beautiful smile and rings me up. "That will be $90."

I dig in my purse for the bag of money that I took from Will and give him the money. "Thank you." I smile.

I take my cans of paint off the counter and head for the door. I look back and see him smiling at me, so I smile back.

I just got outside and I hear someone shouting at me. I spin around to see the beautiful man. "Do you need help carrying those to your car?" He catches up to me.

"Oh, no. I don't have a car. I'm walking back." He looks shocked.

"Well, how far do you live from here?" He questions.

"About 15 minutes, it's fine." I smile and adjust the cans of paint comfortably in my hands.

"Uh, I get off of work in like an hour or so. Do you wanna stick around and I can give you a ride back home?" He smiles.

"No, no. It's fine. I can walk, it's cool." I decline politely.

"Are you sure? It's not a problem, I'd love to." He pushes. "Yeah, I'm sure. Thank you though." I smile.

"Well okay, no problem. Have fun painting. Uh, I'm Harry by the way. It was nice meeting you." He sticks his hand out, waiting for me to shake it.

"Well uh, I'm carrying paint. But, Rose. It's nice to meet you too, Harry." He chuckles. "Well Rose, I'll see you around." He slowly backs up and jogs back into the store almost bumping into an old woman. I watch him and laugh.

Time to start my journey back to the house. I wish it wasn't so hot out. Maybe I should have accepted the offer? My feet hurt. I just got out of the hospital from my pregnancy loss and I'm still pretty weak. My hands are starting to hurt from the handles on the cans of paint.