Hard to Kill: a Hard Targets novel by Wendy Byrne

Author:Wendy Byrne [Byrne, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2014-08-09T00:00:00+00:00

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The only thing that hurt worse than Kane's head was his chest every time he thought of how close they'd come to getting killed. And she'd killed the only lead he had in Marco. Between the computer and the flash drive, he had to hope there was a whole lot of data they could recover that might salvage the operation.

His discomfort of riding on the bike was tempered by the fact he kept remembering the gouges on her back. Her milky white skin was cut as if she'd gotten fifty lashes. Every time he even touched her, she about jumped out of her skin. And the wash of anger settled low inside him. He'd failed in his mission of securing Marco to get him to talk. Getting to Trinity would be even harder now.

A couple of hours later, Kane pulled in front of the cottage. "We're here." After she eased off the back, he flipped down the kickstand and got off. He found the key in the plant hanging along the porch and unlocked the door.

"Plug in the computer." As usual, Sabrina didn't want to waste any time. Then again, he didn't expect her to.

"Outside or in?"

"Outside." She held out her hands and he complied.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, then I'll bring out the food."

"Hurry up. I'm starving."

After his shower, Kane grabbed the tray of food from the small refrigerator. Gotta give it to Ron—he thought of everything. He peeked inside an envelope left on the nightstand, and spotted enough money to tide them over for a while, along with a duplicate passport for Sabrina.

The cottage was small, but comfortable. A large bed stood in the center against the wall, adorned with a white lace coverlet and an abundance of pillows. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in the cool, dry evening air, and candles decorated the fireplace. The table outside on the terrace gave a breathtaking view of the mountains. For right now, it offered a sense of security.

"Here's some cold pasta and vegetables, some fresh fruit, and a bottle of wine." He popped open the cork. "Gotta love these Italians. They know how to eat."

Hunched over the computer, she stuck a fork into the large bowl and twirled the spaghetti around before she slurped it inside her mouth. She smiled and clicked away on the keyboard.

"How is it?" Kane handed her a glass of wine.

"Incredible." She twirled another forkful of pasta and roasted vegetables, holding it up to Kane's mouth for a sample. "Taste for yourself."

"Man, this stuff is good." He reached for another forkful, but she batted down his hand.

"Get your own fork."

There was something intimate in the gesture. Maybe more comfortable than intimate. He couldn't say for sure how or why it happened.

"Find a way to get around the password yet?"

"Still working on it." She shook her head and took a sip of wine. "I can't get this screen to stop spewing gibberish."

"Ron also dropped off a change of clothes for both of us—including new underwear.

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