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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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  69. Excerpt from SOLACE ISLAND
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“That’s ridiculous.” He could see the beginning quirks of a smile teasing the corners of her lips. Lips he wanted to taste, to explore.

“Second. I’m not sure what PR and Peterson have booked for today. We’ve been doing a lot of press for Retribution. A couple of the actors were there when I left, so it’s possible media is in there.”

Her eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Given what you’ve told me, it might be an issue. No need to tempt fate. I’ll go up, grab some work, cancel a few appointments. Be back in fifteen minutes tops.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She settled into her seat. The color of her eyes reminded him of lying flat on his back, staring up at the deep blue of a cloudless Nevada summer sky. Could almost taste the grit of dust in his mouth and hear the chirping of the grasshoppers. “You okay?”

“Sure.” He tugged his mind back to the present. “We’ll swing by the house, pack overnight bags, take a quick flight to Vegas, and do some sleuthing.”

“If possible, I’d rather not fly. Haven’t put my fake ID to the test yet. It might withstand the scrutiny, but then again, it might not.”

“Right. Fancy a road trip?”

She grinned back at him. “I’d love one.”

29

The farther the I-15 North took them from Los Angeles, the lighter Sarah felt, as if there was no way her worries could run fast enough to keep up with Mick’s Porsche. The mood as they sped down the highway had almost a holiday feel. She nestled deeper into the low-slung, natural leather espresso seats that hugged her body. She enjoyed the deft way Mick drove, how he handled the car, took the curves, changed lanes. He seemed effortlessly aware of the vehicles around them, as if he knew what they were going to do before they made their move and he responded accordingly. They had fallen into a comfortable silence, watching scenery pass and the sun slowly sink in the sky. The whir of the tires on asphalt added a peaceful continuity that reminded her of Charlie’s purr. Sarah had contemplated bringing him, but Charlie hated riding in cars. A road trip with Charlie meant cleaning up cat vomit and listening to him yowl 24/7. That was asking a lot from a cat person, which Mick was not. So she had filled a casserole dish with cat food and another one with water. It was overkill, probably would take Charlie two weeks to munch his way through all that food, but just in case there was a delay, Charlie would be okay.