Chapters (49)
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Epigraph
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
- Teaser chapter
Gage felt his temper climbing again. Abby was going after the gold. He could see by the determined look in her eyes that nothing he said was going to dissuade her.
Gage was torn. The no-longer naïve side of him wanted her to stay home, where she would be safe. His selfish side wanted her to go with him. Hell, he wanted her in his bed.
“You don’t have any idea what can happen on a trip like this.”
“I’ve read everything I can find on the Superstition Mountains. I know how many people have died, how many die every year. Three men went missing in the summer a few years back. The sheriff finally had to call off the search and didn’t find their bodies until two years later. Most of the fatalities are people who go in without being prepared. That’s not going to happen to us—assuming there still is an us.”
She was right about that. He wouldn’t go in unprepared. He was good at what he did. Damn good. If anyone could keep her safe, he was the one.
His chest clamped down. Exactly what he had believed when he’d agreed to take Cassandra along.
He felt Abby’s hand on his forearm, saw his tendons straining. Her touch gently smoothed over the muscles, easing some of his tension.
“I know you lost someone, Gage, a woman you cared about, a woman named Cassandra Dutton.”
Gage said nothing.
“Did you love her?” She was looking at him with so much pity, he knew he had to tell her the truth.
“No. I wasn’t in love with Cassandra.” But selfish bastard that he was, he hadn’t ended things when he should have.
“But she was in love with you,” Abby guessed.
He glanced away, trying not to remember her sweet, trusting face. “She thought she was.” He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, felt the bruises on his knuckles and the roughness of his evening beard. “I didn’t love her, but that doesn’t make it any easier. Cassie’s dead because of me.”
Abby opened her mouth to ask him what had happened, but Gage just shook his head. “Subject closed. If you’re determined to go, I’ll take you. But you have to trust me to keep you safe. That means you do what I tell you.”
He wasn’t sure what he read in her face, but finally she nodded. “I’ll expect to have some input, but if there’s trouble, I’ll do what you say.”
“I want your word.”
With a resigned sigh, she nodded. “I give you my word.”
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER NINE
THE NIGHT WAS CLEAR AND DARK. A FAINT WIND RUSTLED THE LEAVES in the street, but the sound was muted by the Friday night revelers in the bars and restaurants of LoDo.