By Linda Gerber
It used to be just a couple of weeks in the past that Aphra Connolly’s existence replaced thoroughly. She have been residing a quiet lifestyles on her father’s secluded island lodge, till Seth Mulo became up and stole her middle . . . and supplied info that led her to discover her mother in Seattle. however the reunion isn’t really what she anticipated. Aphra’s mother, Natalie, doesn’t look chuffed to determine Aphra, and Natalie’s boyfriend, Joe, insists that Aphra cross domestic. Even worse, Seth exhibits up, merely to invite her to come the hoop he gave her the former summer time. a minimum of Natalie’s hunky neighbor is sympathetic. but if Joe is located lifeless at a close-by espresso store, Aphra discovers her complete journey to Seattle has been in response to a lie. And now anyone simply can be attempting to kill her. . . .
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But it was clean. Obsessively so. Even the couch cushions were symmetrically arranged. I eyed Stuart’s proud smile and knew immediately who was responsible for that touch. LiNDA GERBER “It’s very nice,” I murmured. ” He beamed. “But you haven’t even seen the best part yet. Come on back. ” “She doesn’t need a tour, Stuart,” Mom said. ” He ignored her and led me down a long hallway. “All the bedrooms are along this hall,” he said. ” He tapped the door and it gave a hollow thunk. “This is the commode .
All my money, my ID, everything else was inside the car as well. I pounded my hand against the window and rattled the door handle. How could I have been so stupid? I noticed some people a couple of rows down, casting curious looks in my direction. So much for laying low. I stopped pounding and stepped back. What I should not be doing was attracting attention. Hugging my arms, I glanced around the parking lot. There were at least a dozen people walking through the lot, either coming or going. Obviously, I couldn’t just stand around waiting for my mom to come back.
His pulse was going crazy. He grabbed my hand. “In . . the . ” His words were lost in a spasm of coughing. “The . . list . ” “Cup . . hold . . c-c-up . . ho-holder . ” Suddenly his eyes rolled back and his head jerked like someone had yanked a string at the top of his skull. His grip squeezed like a vise around my hand. I yelped and pried my fin gers free. At the same moment a hand grabbed my shoul der. ” Mom’s voice hissed. ” “He’s . . he’s . ” She yanked me to my feet. “Get back to the car.