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she wasn’t standing by the sink, either. He didn’t hear the water running, but he stepped into the bathroom anyway, his gut churning as he took in the empty shower stall.
    He was alone in the hotel room. Telling himself not to panic, he slowly walked to the closet and opened the door, praying he was wrong.
    But the safe was open and the money gone.
    All one hundred and fifty thousand dollars of it. And so was his new wife.

CHAPTER THREE
    â€œI’ VE GOT YOUR FATHER .”
    Amber hadn’t believed Marshall when she’d picked up a call from him on her cell phone while she was making coffee for Mike. She’d immediately hung up and dialed the nursing home, asking them to put her father on the line. He no longer had a phone in his room, since there really was no need. Carole, the day nurse, told her that Marshall had taken him out for lunch to meet Amber.
    In the early days at the home, all her father had asked for was a weekly outing with Amber or Marshall, something to make him feel he still had the freedom to visit his favorite places with people he enjoyed. It had seemed a small thing to put Marshall’s name on the list of people allowed to remove him from the home for outside visits. Only Amber, Marshall and Amber’s closest friend, Paul, the bar owner who’d been her best friend since childhood, were allowed access. Paul was the second emergency contact.
    As the days wore on and her father seldom roused himself from staring vacantly into space, the outings stopped. She only came to visit and talk, hoping to catch a spark of something in his expression. She’d forgotten about the list she’d given the home of people allowed to take her father out.
    Marshall hadn’t. J.R. had told him about Mike’s winnings and that’s what Marshall wanted. Mike’s one hundred and fifty thousand dollars in exchange for her father.
    Sweating in the un-air-conditioned taxi, she grit her teeth on the half-hour ride to the restaurant where Marshall had brought her father, wondering how her life had turned around so quickly.
    One minute Amber had been feeling that everything was right in the world. She’d met Mike at the right time, when she was not only ready for a change, but needed one desperately. Marshall and the card-counting life she so despised were behind her. Instead, she’d go home to Boston with Mike, get settled and bring her father to a local nursing home nearby. She could get a job at a Boston hotel, get hired on as a concierge again, and somehow between them, she could make things work.
    But as soon as her cell phone rang, she knew she’d been spinning fantasies that could never come true. Unless she got the chance to explain and make Mike trust her again when this was all over.
    Her thoughts were interrupted when the cab cameto a stop in front of the restaurant. Amber tossed the driver a generous amount of money, grabbed the hotel laundry bag full of cash and jumped out of the car.
    She started to run, then caught herself. Marshall thrived on his opponent’s fear. If he sensed weakness, she’d lose whatever little bit of leverage she might possess. It was bad enough she was dressed in yesterday’s rumpled cocktail dress, her hair a tangled mess. She could, at least, act calm and unruffled.
    Drawing a deep breath, she walked inside and headed to the back of the restaurant where her father sat in his favorite chair, staring at nothing in front of him.
    Ignoring Marshall, Amber walked over to Sam and kissed his cheek. “Are you okay, Daddy?” she asked him.
    No reply. Not that she expected one. It was enough that he was here and safe.
    â€œOf course he’s okay. Mezze Luna is his favorite restaurant. As you can see I ordered him pasta Bolognese, his favorite meal. Join us.” Marshall gestured to the seat next to him.
    Amber sat stiffly. She didn’t want to have an argument in front of her father because he tended to get upset if