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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

Bennett pulled in the deepest of breaths and then turned toward her savior. He was propped up against a dining room chair, and there was a ghastly gash running from his temple to his chin. Blood flowed like a river down his face, and his once white T-shirt was now dark red. “Jesus.”

Bennett scrambled to her feet, and looking around, she grabbed a throw pillow off the floor. Falling to her knees in front of Gus, she pressed it against his face. “You need to hold this here. Apply as much pressure as you can.”

Gus did as he was told, raising his eyes of hazel to meet those of electric blue. “Lady, I don’t…I don’t know who you are, but…but you gotta get out of here. I told my wife to call the cops, and the station’s a few streets over. It won’t take them long to get here, and I’m sure as hell not going to let them do anything to you.”

Bennett rested back on her haunches. There was not one ounce of fear in the man’s voice. She knew her eyes had yet to change back, and her canines had yet to recede, but instead of fearing her, this man was showing her kindness. Bennett opened her mouth to speak and then closed it just as quickly.

“Lady, did you hear—” Gus stopped when he saw the blood on Bennett’s hand. “Christ, you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Bennett said, getting to her feet. “It’s you who needs the doctor.”

“And I’ll get one,” Gus said, struggling to stand up. “As soon as you’re safe.”

“What about all of this?” Bennett said, waving her arm toward the living room.

“I’ll tell them I did it. Those creeps are so fucked up, the cops aren’t going to believe them over me, and Cathleen will back me up. I promise. You saved our lives, lady. Trust me. We ain’t gonna say a word about you. Now, get outta here.”

***

Gus Rooney was a patient man. He had to be to drive a taxi. People of all types would climb in and out of his yellow cab, some polite, some not, and Gus gave each the courtesy instilled in him by his parents. He smiled. He chatted, or he’d remain quiet if that’s what they preferred. He knew Boston like the back of his hand, and it was rare he ever needed to use GPS. It was also rare he ever forgot a face.