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Chapters (75)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
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  68. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  69. Excerpt from SOLACE ISLAND
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  75. What’s next onyour reading list?

When the headlights of her car had flashed across the window, briefly lighting the interior of the darkened living room, Kevin’s adrenaline had spiked into high alert. The “state-of-the-art” alarm system had been ridiculously simple to disarm, but perhaps he’d underestimated and there was a secondary silent one with a different panel. He’d flattened himself against the wall and watched through the glass as the flare of headlights swiveled, switched off, and the body of the vehicle was suddenly visible. Luckily, the car had been a civilian clunker, which had ruled out police, armed security guards, and the director. Kevin had surmised it was staff. He hadn’t split on the off chance it was Sarah, because when Talford said he’d fired her, something in his voice didn’t ring true. Niggled at him. So much so that Kevin had followed his hunch and had swung by Talford’s residence to take a look around.

Once the woman had exited the car, it was immediately clear she wasn’t Sarah. Hairstyle, clothes, those things could be changed, but the body type was wrong. Kevin had experienced a moment of doubt. Had his hunch been wrong? Was she the new assistant? The cook? A girlfriend? Kevin waited to see which door she would head toward so he could slip out the other, but she hadn’t approached either. She’d disappeared around the side of the house. A moment later she’d reappeared in the garden. And once again the chess pieces had shifted in his favor. Instead of exiting the house and furtively making his way back to the vehicle he’d left on the side of the road. Kevin had waited. He’d watched. He’d made plans.

Flashlight in hand, with the power switched off, Kevin slipped out the kitchen door and silently made his way to the pool, keeping his eyes fixed on the prize. And a tasty prize she was, too. As the woman swam, the defiant anger she had entered the water with seemed to dissipate, and a languorous enjoyment of the water and the luxurious surroundings appeared to take over. Perfect. That she was naked and would rocket from a totally relaxed state to one of high anxiety would make his entrance and his interrogation all the more pleasurable.