Dangerous
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Copyright © 2020 by Sara Cate
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Epilogue
Bonus Epilogue
Read Rafe’s Story
Read Logan’s Story
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About the Author
“You need to get out of the house. It’s a beautiful day,” Ruby barks from the laundry room.
I’ve been sketching in my book for over an hour, but I’m not happy with any of it, so all she hears is me crumpling paper and tossing into the garbage. The drawings just keep getting too dark.
I don’t answer her, but I figure she’s right. Hazel’s been sleeping so much that there hasn’t been much for me to do around the house, which is peaceful.
I like it peaceful. According to my calendar, it’s been exactly ten months since I showed up on Wickett Beach when 87-year-old Hazel Whitaker hired me as her personal live-in companion. Not her nurse. Not her housekeeper. Just her companion. My job basically entails listening to her stories, rolling her joints, and keeping her secrets.
But it would appear that now...like it or not...my peaceful days are numbered.
Her health is fading fast. Just three weeks ago, the doctors said the cancer is not reacting to the radiation, so it was time to get her house in order.
It felt like he was signing my death certificate too. I have nowhere else to go, no one else to depend on. So once Hazel is gone, I’m on my own again. Goodbye, beautiful beach mansion. Goodbye, boring life.
Maybe that’s why I decide on a walk through town today. It feels like my last chance to enjoy it. The boardwalk is touristy and usually too full of people for me to even consider being out in the open like this, but today is a Tuesday in June, which means it’s the quiet before the summer storm.
The weather is pleasant too. Not too hot. But it’s never unbearable here, it would seem. The cool ocean breeze makes sure of that. So I put on my purple sundress that I never get to wear because I don’t ever go anywhere, and I walk to the boardwalk.