Before the Fall by Patricia Rosemoor

Author:Patricia Rosemoor
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Romance, General, Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 9780373224395
Publisher: Harlequin Books
Published: 1997-10-15T20:59:42.914701+00:00

THE NEXT MORNING BEGAN dismally, her plan off schedule from the start. At dawn, Micah left her trapped in the room while he fetched a minimalist breakfast. She consumed doughnuts and coffee with one hand, while the other remained cuffed and secured to the headboard.

“Afraid you can’t even control me while you’re awake?” she asked, setting her paper coffee cup down on the chair he’d been so accommodating to provide.

Swallowing the last of what had to be his fifth doughnut, he said, “I’m choosing to err on the side of caution.”

He was erring, big time. Angela was counting the moments.

That he didn’t keep her handcuffed inside the car once they got on the road took her by surprise. That and his not playing twenty questions as they cruised west toward the Minnesota border. He knew enough about her, anyway. And she knew so little about him. Time to change that. Maybe he’d even let down his guard.

“So, how old were you when you decided you wanted to be a bounty hunter?”

Sunglasses masking his gaze once more, he glanced at her. “Actually, that was never a goal of mine.”

“What was?”

“Staying out of jail, mostly.”

Struck by the odd answer, Angela frowned. She supposed posed his being from the inner city meant he’d had to become a member of a gang to survive. Maybe that’s where he’d learned to derail alarm systems and such. But no matter his background, surely he’d had dreams of some sort.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard of ‘staying out of jail’ as being someone’s goal in life.”

“Funny, I thought we had that in common.”

The reminder put her back up. “We don’t have anything in common.”

“I know. You’re a lady and I’m what? Common? A boor?”

She’d never said that. “Rough around the edges.”

“A nice way of putting it.”

“At least I’m honest.”

“Are you? About everything?”

She lifted her chin. “Of course.”

“I’m surprised no one’s nominated you for sainthood.”

If he was trying to irritate her, he was doing a fair job. Under other circumstances, he might have been able to get her going. But Angela kept her plan in mind, and, therefore, her temper under control.

“You’re getting off track.” Purposely, no doubt, so he wouldn’t have to open up. “We were talking about you,” she reminded him. “If I’m forced to be in your company, I should at least know something about you more than name, rank and serial number.” Actually, she didn’t even know that much. “So what about your family? You have a family, right? Or did you pop out of a pod?”

“Now I’m a pod person?” He snorted. “How Mom would have liked your sense of humor.”

“Would have?”

“Would have,” he echoed soberly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Not as much as I am.”

At least she had her parents. Parent, she corrected herself, since her father didn’t count. So maybe she and Micah did have something in common—having both lost someone they loved, if in different ways.

“What about the rest of your family?”

“Pop’s partial to sweet, softhearted women with forgiving natures,” Micah said. “Though he probably would appreciate your…uh, spirit…once he got used to you.

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