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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
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  68. EPILOGUE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  70. MORE FROM KERI BEEVIS
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. About Boldwood Books

‘I’ve just arrived. Josh, this place is in the middle of nowhere. What if she really is in trouble?’

‘Then call the police.’

‘I can’t. She made me promise I wouldn’t.’

There was silence on the line and then she heard him sigh. ‘I think you have your answer. If Rosie was really in trouble, she wouldn’t stop you calling them. In fact, she would have called them herself instead of dragging you out there.’

Hannah wanted to stick up for her friend, but deep down she knew Josh had a point. She agreed she would call him back again, once she knew Rosie was okay.

‘And promise me you won’t get out of the car.’

Hannah bit down on the urge to tell him he was an idiot for thinking she would even consider it. Honestly, though, it was comforting to know he had her back. Instead, she assured him she would stay in the car, then ended the call before firing a quick message to Rosie.

I’m here.

She decided it was safest to leave the engine running and tapped her fingers nervously on the steering wheel, eyes on the house, watching for Rosie. The walls had been rendered in a creamy yellow. It looked well maintained and to the side of the property was a black BMW.

Nice house, nice car, but really it meant nothing. Bad people could own nice things.

She glanced at her phone, saw her message had been read, but there was still no sign of her friend.

Rosie had said she would be waiting for her to make contact. So where the hell was she?

2

A couple more minutes passed and Hannah was on the verge of calling the police when Rosie finally appeared.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting, black dress, one that barely covered her arse and showed off her slender legs, and her dark hair was pulled back in a messy knot. A typical Rosie party outfit.

Hannah wound the window down. ‘Are you okay?’

She had expected Rosie to be distressed, but she didn’t appear concerned. The only sign of her anxiety came after she carefully shut the door behind her.

It had barely closed when it swung open again and a tall, chiselled man stepped out, wearing just a pair of joggers and a confused frown on his face as he followed her to the car. ‘Rosie? Are you leaving?’

Rosie glanced at Hannah, shooting her a panicked look that warned her to play along, and Hannah’s hackles rose as her friend turned back to the man and reached up for a kiss.

That distracted him momentarily, but his attention was soon on Hannah. ‘Who’s this?’

‘This is my friend, Hannah. Hannah, meet Doug.’

Hannah couldn’t bring herself to speak. Instead she nodded curtly.

‘Hi.’ Doug still looked confused, understandably so. ‘How did you know Rosie was here?’