Whew! That was close. Nora was so relieved that she hadn’t disclosed the fact that she was Simone’s attorney or her last name that it took her a moment to notice the man named Will grab her arm and pull her out of the closet.
“Easy,” she warned him and jerked away from him. “I can walk fine by myself.” She straightened the lapel of her jacket which had flipped inside out in the closet. She hoped the action helped to communicate some semblance of dignity, but she highly doubted it.
Will pushed her and her dignity onto the sofa. The two men eyed her and spoke under their breath. She heard what they said.
“So what do we do with her? She heard everything.” <
"This whole thing is getting out of hand. Let's cut our losses."
"Not so fast. She's seen us. We have to do something with her."
She looked at the door and back at the men. No way she could make it to the door. But she didn't like her chances. Simone's husband whipped around and faced her.
"How do you know Simone? I've never heard her mention any ... what did you say your name was ... Nora?"
She gulped. "Look, I don't want to cause any trouble. I just wanted my coat. I need it to..." She stopped herself just in time. She didn't want them to know her last name. "I have to go . I need to leave now." She tried to stand up, but the man named Will pushed her back down.
"Stay where you are."
Her head involuntarily pressed against the closet wall, willing her body to vanish behind the hanging dresses, but her eyes took in everything. The man’s eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light. His hair splayed in varying directions. Her first thought was that the man desperately needed a comb.Their eyes locked for a moment, and his eyes widened with what she could only hope was surprise; then his eyebrows narrowed becoming one crooked line.
“What are you doing in my closet?” He backed up a step, then moved two steps toward her. “Will, get in here. We have a … a visitor.”
“I can explain,” her mind raced trying to come up with a plausible reason to explain her presence. “I’m Nora …., your…Simone’s um…friend.” Nervous giggles emanated from my mouth. The man’s head cocked at an and looked at her as if she was crazy. The man who had to be Will appeared at the closet door — his face registered the same mixture of disbelief, anger, and something else Nora couldn’t put her finger on.
She stood up, almost tripping over a pair of shoes. She smoothed her skirt. “I really have to be going. I have a plane to catch. Now that I have my coat.” She moved forward one step, blocked from advancing by the human barricade.
“You haven’t told me what you’re doing in my closet.” A vein pulsated in his neck and his face reddened.
Nora swallowed. “Well, I was on the way to the airport, when I realized I didn’t have my plane ticket or my purse. I remembered that I had given my coat to Simone last night when it started to rain. I forgot to get it back from her,” She laughed nervously, “so here I am.” She took another step toward the entrance, but the man named Will stuck out his hand and struck her shoulder.
“Think again.” Will grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward him. His breath was warm. “What are you really doing in the closet?”