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Chapters (57)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. CHAPTER 49
  54. CHAPTER 50
  55. CHAPTER 51
  56. CHAPTER 52
  57. Teaser chapter

“I got most of the dirt off.” He lifted the purse while meeting her straight in the eye. “But there’s nothing I can do about the strap.”

“Where are you going to go?”

When he didn’t reply, she sliced off a chunk of sweet butter into the pan and fired up the burner. “Well, you can stay here for the night if you want to rest up. My father’s had this place wired so tightly not even a mouse could get in without triggering the system.”

“ADT is good. But not that good.”

“That’s just the dummy system.” That got both his brows to pop and she nodded. “My father was in the military. The Army, actually. When he got out, he went to law school and then . . . well, he’s kept current, let’s just say. Current and protective of me.”

“He wouldn’t approve of my being here.”

“You’ve been a gentleman so far and that, more than what you wear or where you’re from, has always been what’s mattered to him. And to me, by the way—”

“I’m leaving this money behind when I go.”

Lifting the pan off the heat, she tilted its flat face, sending the butter on a little ride that was ultimately its undoing. “And I can’t accept it. You must know that. It would make me an accessory.” She thought she heard a soft curse, but maybe it had only been an exhale. “After all, I’m willing to bet that cash came from fighting. Or was it drugs?”

“I am not a dealer.”

“Which means it’s the former. Still illegal. By the way, I looked into your background.” She did a rewhisk on the eggs and then poured more than half of them into the pan, a quiet whoosh rising up. “There was nothing except for a newspaper article from five years ago about your death. It came with a picture of you, so don’t bother denying it.”

He went utterly still, and she knew his eyes were on her sharply.

For a moment, she wondered exactly what she’d welcomed into her home. But then, for some reason, she thought about him taking his combat boots off and leaving them by the front door.

Time to get real, she thought. “So are you going to tell me what branch of the government you work for or should I just guess?”

“I’m not with the military.”