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Chapters (68)
  1. Biding Time
  2. Dedication
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Chapter Thirty-Five
  41. Chapter Thirty-Six
  42. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  45. Chapter Forty
  46. Chapter Forty-One
  47. Chapter Forty-Two
  48. Chapter Forty-Three
  49. Chapter Forty-Four
  50. Chapter Forty-Five
  51. Chapter Forty-Six
  52. Chapter Forty-Seven
  53. Chapter Forty-Eight
  54. Chapter Forty-Nine
  55. Chapter Fifty
  56. Chapter Fifty-One
  57. Chapter Fifty-Two
  58. Chapter Fifty-Three
  59. Chapter Fifty-Four
  60. Chapter Fifty-Five
  61. Chapter Fifty-Six
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
  64. Going on Red
  65. Choices
  66. Born Out of Wedlock
  67. Give Me A Reason
  68. Mistletoe

She was still numb, still feeling as if she was looking from the outside in, and that apathy enabled her to be methodical in her thoughts and actions. Bennett knew what she needed to do. She also knew she could very well die…and Bennett didn’t care. How could she ever look at another piece of art without seeing it through Lisa’s eyes? How could she possibly ever stage another showing of Rapture when every phallus would remind her of how Lisa’s eyes twinkled whenever she said penis? And now, even marble floors would be Bennett’s enemy, for the sound of high heels clicking down a hall would only ever bring one vision.

Before Bennett even opened her closet, she knew what she was going to wear. The trousers were of the finest and softest leathers, and tugging them on, she ran her hands over the smoothness, the cowhide hugging her like a second skin. Next was a snug, spandex tank top, and over it, Bennett pulled on a leather jacket. Short-waisted and fastened diagonally across her chest, Bennett took her time in drawing up the steel zipper, and then reaching into the back of her closet, she grabbed a pair of boots and sat on the bed to put them on. Low-heeled and black, like everything else she was wearing, they, too, were designed with one purpose in mind.

In combat, it’s essential to never give your opponent an advantage. It was a lesson Bennett had learned a long time ago, and it was one she remembered well. Cropped hair prevented them from grabbing it in a tussle, and snug clothing left adversaries with nothing to latch on to. Leather, treated with moisture repellent, wouldn’t absorb the blood lost by your enemy, so no weight was added to the fabric, and lastly, wherever a weapon could be stored, it would be stored.

Riveted down the sides of her over-the-knee boots were two long sheaths, and on the forearm and bicep sections of her jacket sleeves were more, each awaiting the dagger they would hold. The placement ensured Bennett would always have a weapon within reach, and getting to her feet, Bennett went to retrieve those weapons.