Michael thought for a moment, then tossed Clare a small pad of note paper that had been on the dresser.
“If Cameron or my bother Jean-Rene or his wife Teresa calls, tell them I’m at the Royal Crown hotel in Vancouver. Anyone else, just tell them I’m away for a few days and take a message. Don’t tell anyone else where I am.”
Clare jotted the three names down, along with the name of the hotel.
“Is Cameron your friend in the States?” she asked.
“Just tell her I’ll call when I can,” Michael said, not answering Clare’s question.
Clare was silent for a moment. “Are you in love with her?” she finally asked, softly.
Michael looked at her. “That’s between her and me,” she said. “It’s no one else’s business.”
“I was just wondering,” Clare finally said. “You haven’t been at any of the bars lately. I just figured that there was someone else taking up your time.”