BRIDAL JEOPARDY by REBECCA YORK

Author:REBECCA YORK, [YORK,, REBECCA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ROMANCE - - SUSPENSE
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

In the dream, the two thugs were holding her down in the back of the van, and she struggled against them, knowing that if they drove away with her, she was dead. Desperate to escape, she kicked out with her foot, making one of them gasp.

Good.

Someone was calling her name, and it didn’t sound like either of the men who had taken her captive, or like John.

“Stephanie. For Lord’s sake, Stephanie.”

She heard the words in her ears—and in her mind. And they finally penetrated through the dream.

It was Craig. He was here, calling her, holding her.

Her eyes blinked open, and she stared up at him, catching his relief.

Stephanie.

Craig, she answered. I was so scared. I was dreaming those men had me, and John was there.

I know. I caught the edge of the dream as you started to wake up.

I thought I’d lost you.

You’ll never lose me.

She sighed deeply as she held on to him, overwhelmed with gratitude that he was here—with her. Yet she knew he couldn’t make the promise to be with her always. He could be yanked away from her, the way his brother had been yanked away from him.

No. I promise.

Despite his reassurance, her thoughts were racing. Something awful is going to happen. We have to get away before it does. Can’t we leave Louisiana? Go somewhere nobody knows us?

She caught his reluctance to consider the desperate suggestion. I understand why you want to run, but we won’t really be safe until we find out who’s after us.

How do we do it?

The answer must be in Houma.

She shuddered. I don’t want to go there.

I know. He gathered her closer, running his hands up and down her back, combing his fingers through her hair, stroking his lips against her cheek.

She relaxed into his embrace, so grateful to have him.

The feeling’s mutual, he murmured in her mind.

He rocked her in his arms, and when he began to make love to her, she brought her face up for a long, heated kiss.

* * *

JOHN REYNARD RANG the elder Swift’s doorbell and waited, impatiently tapping his foot on the floorboards of the wide front porch.

It was early in the morning, earlier than he liked to be making a business call, but he had spent a restless night worrying about Stephanie. She’d disappeared, and he had to find her.

He’d gotten a call back on the Craig Branson credit card. It hadn’t been used, which meant that the guy was being careful about revealing where he was.

The last John knew, Stephanie was with him, and he meant to find her. And get her away from the guy.

Was she a prisoner? Or had she willingly gone with the bastard? And what had Branson told her to get her to go along with whatever the bastard had in mind? Had he told her about the body of Arthur Polaski?

But why would he? Unless he was trying to turn her against her fiancé.

One thing John knew was that she’d left her car at home.

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