Burning the Past (Southern Heat Book 3) by Jamie Garrett

Author:Jamie Garrett [Garrett, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Wild Owl Press
Published: 2017-03-28T18:30:00+00:00

Dean blinked awake. The room was filled with a soft light, both from the morning sun and the TV that was still silently broadcasting. He turned. Amy was still there, curled up on her side, her back facing him. He glanced at the digital clock there. Seven fifteen. He slowly rose from the bed, trying not to jiggle it too much as he got up. He stretched and yawned quietly.

He rounded the bed and leaned over the small table near the window, taking a peek outside. The sun was still rising; a beautiful Georgia sunrise. He glanced up and down the covered hallway that spanned the front of the rooms of the L-shaped motel. Only a few cars were parked outside. He’d feel a little more comfortable if his truck was one of them. He didn’t like being without transportation, a way to get out of there fast. Just in case. He’d call Agent Hemmings that morning and tell him to send someone to pick him up and take him back to the firehouse. He’d get his truck and park it somewhere nearby. Dean glanced at the far side of the parking lot. If an undercover cop or an agent was parked anywhere in the vicinity, they were doing a damn good job of hiding themselves.

With a sigh, he walked across the room and into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. He stepped to the sink, turned on the faucets, and washed his hands, his face, and then his hair. Dean stared at his reflection. Despite the events of the past few days, he didn’t look too much the worse for wear. With Amy lying beside him, he’d slept well. Not long, but well.

He emerged from the bathroom, a hand towel draped around his neck, glancing at the bed where Amy now sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her hair tangled and her eyes sleepy, she looked absolutely adorable.

“Morning,” he said. “You sleep well?” He knew she had. She’d hardly moved the entire night.

“Yes,” she offered with a nod. “You done in there?”

He nodded. She threw the covers back and stood. She stepped toward the chair where she had placed her clothes the night before, but then she stopped, frowning as she looked toward the front door. “What’s that?”

He looked and saw a folded piece of white paper on the floor. It had been passed under the door. He walked toward it. That hadn’t been there before he’d gone into the bathroom. Surely he would have noticed it. He shrugged, determined to play it cool before Amy lost any benefit her good night’s sleep had given her. “Maybe the invoice from the office.” He stooped for the paper and lifted it from the floor, but as he did, something fell to the floor.

“What the hell?” He stooped down again, picking up what looked to be several Polaroid photos. His heart skipped a beat and he stared, disbelieving.

“What is that? What is it?”

Amy stood beside him. She took a look at the first photo he held in his hand and clapped her hand to her mouth, stifling a gasp.

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