First Taste of Darkness by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden [Eden, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Cynthia Eden
Published: 2014-06-08T00:00:00+00:00

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Sunlight poured onto the bed. Jess reached out her hand, her body stretching, but Blake wasn’t beside her.

She sat up, pulling the sheet with her. A quick glance at the bedside clock showed her that it was nearing nine a.m.

“Blake?” Jess called out. Her gaze slid to the bathroom, but the door was open, that room seemingly empty.

The suite was too quiet. Too empty. His side of the bed was cold.

She slipped from the bed. Jess hurriedly donned the robe that had been left on a nearby chair. Then she padded down the stairs. The silence in the suite was complete. Blake’s gone.

She glanced around, wondering if Blake had left a note for her. He’d probably just stepped out for a moment—

A knock shook the front door. “Ms. Delaney?” The voice was loud, demanding. Masculine.

She recognized that voice. It was…Carson?

Frowning, Jess glanced toward the door.

Then she heard the jingle of keys, and the door opened.

Carson stood on the threshold. When he saw her, his brows raised. “You’re not ready yet?”

She pulled the robe closer to her body. “Ready?”

His gaze darted around the suite. “Yes. Ready. Where are your bags? The plane will be leaving in just over two hours. That doesn’t give us a lot of time, not with the check-in processes these days.”

“My bags?” Jess gave a hard shake of her head. She seemed to be missing something. “Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t seen them since that—that man took me yesterday.” Hayden. Carson had told her and Blake that the man’s name was Hayden.

Carson brushed past her and headed up the stairs. She quickly followed him, flushing when they stepped into the bedroom. No way could he miss the wrecked bed.

But he just glanced to the left, and pointed to the small bags near the wall. “I brought them in earlier, when Blake was leaving.”

She caught his hand. “Leaving?” Dammit, she couldn’t just keep repeating him. Jess cleared her throat. “Where did he go?”

“Down to the police station. The cops needed to interview him again.” His lips twisted. “A little matter of death will push them to ask all kinds of uncomfortable questions.”

He pulled from her. Headed toward the bags. He brought them to her. “Get dressed, then let’s get going.”

“But Blake—”

His sigh cut through her words. “You lasted two nights, ma’am. Usually it’s just one. Consider yourself lucky.”

The burn left her cheeks. Ice seemed to freeze her.

“Blake arranged for the ticket home for you, and that means that he wants you gone, Ms. Delaney. Gone before he gets back.”

She was just standing there. Wearing his robe. Her heart was beating too fast. Threatening to burst out of her chest.

“I always have to be the clean-up man,” Carson muttered, sounding disgusted. His hand dove into her bag and, a few moments later, he tossed her some clothes—and underwear. “Blake isn’t big on the good-bye scenes, okay? Get dressed and let’s go.”

Her fingers fisted around the clothes. Woodenly, she moved into the bathroom and shut the door. Jess looked up into the mirror and gazed at the ghost there.

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