Back Into the Storm
Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Book Description
  3. Books By Rachel Grant
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Epilogue
  50. Fiona Carver Series
  51. Flashpoint Series
  52. About the Author

She turned and marched back to the stairs inset in the earth. “Why didn’t my key work?”

“It’s not the original door. We had replacements made, special design so the team can simulate blowing locks without damaging your precious historic structure.” He was baiting her again and wanted to bash his head against the nonhistoric door for being an ass. The doors had been changed to match very specific parameters, and there wouldn’t be explosives used at all.

Plus, the lodge was old, and it was cool. He didn’t want to see it harmed any more than she did. After all, he’d spent one of the most entertaining nights of his life here with an incredibly sexy woman who now glared at him with earned loathing in those beautiful hazel eyes. “Listen, you’ve got about ten minutes to show me your cameras are down, and then you need to get the hell out of this area.”

“Jae’s meeting me at the site. I need to wait for him,” she said.

Jae had introduced Xavier to Audrey that fateful night. He’d known Jae-jin Son forever; the Korean-American park ranger was one of his oldest and closest friends. And his old friend knew the training was starting today, which meant Audrey was, in fact, lying. Was she here to stop the training after all?

“No way is Jae coming. I spoke to him this morning. About the training.”

“He told the dispatcher he’d meet me at the gate.”

Relief settled in. So she might not be lying. He didn’t want her to be a liar. “Yeah, probably because he planned to tell you that you couldn’t come up this way. Meeting at the gate and meeting at the site are two different things. He couldn’t exactly tell the dispatcher to announce on the radio to stay away from this area because a top-secret training is starting at sunset.”

Her lips formed a regretful O. “Shit.”

“Why didn’t you wait for him at the gate like a good girl?”

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize what a condescending ass you are the first time we met.”

That was fair. He was trying to make her feel in the wrong. Because right now that real estate was all his, and he didn’t like it. “I’ll rephrase. Why didn’t you wait for Jae at the gate as he requested?”

“He was out at Mora dealing with unruly campers. The nearest law enforcement ranger after Jae is even farther away—out at Shi Shi Beach. Daylight is dwindling, and a storm is forecast for tonight. If the site’s been looted again, I have a narrow window to collect evidence before the rain washes everything away. And I need to check on George.”

“George?”