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  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
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Kevin knocked the man’s hand from his chest. “You mean Lieutenant of the New York Police Department, 19th precinct.” His eyes were now locked with the man’s, but he could hear the woman’s sharp intake of breath. “And I would suggest you don’t lay hands on me again or I will have you arrested for assaulting a police officer so fast you won’t know what hit you.” He paused for a second to make sure his point was taken. “Now,” he said, shifting his weight to his left leg so the woman was back in his line of vision. He was pleased to see that her body had stiffened and the color had drained from her face. “Why don’t we start again?”

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“I did it!” Sarah said, disengaging her disgruntled cat from his carrier and giving him a celebratory hug. “I brazened my way past that madman director and got us a place to stay. And, oh my, what a place. Can you believe this?” She turned Charlie’s body so he was facing outward and could take in the glorious accommodations of their residence above the garage. “It’s not just a room, Charlie. It’s an entire apartment. See, we’ve got a little living room slash dining room area, and through here a cozy kitchen looking out over the garden. Now, I bet you’re thinking that’s it, but you’d be wrong, my furry friend. It just could be that that conniving little ingrate, Jade, unwittingly did us a favor, because behind door number one is . . . this lovely large bedroom with en suite!” She couldn’t help but do a couple of happy dance steps. “You know, this Mick guy could be Beelzebub, Charlie, so what? I’m not scared. Been harassed by the best. Hell, that madman on Solace Island could give the devil himself a few lessons, and my ex was certainly no walk in the park.” She snuggled Charlie in close, giving him a gentle scratch behind the ears. “You’ve never met Kevin.” She suppressed a shiver. “Let’s keep it that way.”

She longed to sink onto the bed, stretch out, see if it was as comfortable as it looked, with its plump abundance of fluffy pillows and soft duvet. An afternoon nap would be divine.

Ah well. The daydream was almost as satisfying as actually getting to indulge.

“However,” she told Charlie, “just because I have to work, there’s no reason you can’t enjoy the creature comforts in my stead.” She plopped her cat on the gorgeous duvet. He glared at her indignantly, stalked to the side of the bed, leaped down, and strode out the bedroom door, tail lashing.