Hidden Love by Cara Putman

Author:Cara Putman [Putman, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whisper Valley Press

8

The next morning, Reagan lay in bed wondering where the truck had gone that hit her. After a night spent tossing and turning, she might as well have stayed up. Her thoughts were muddied and slow. Images of bright lights exploding against a midnight sky had disappeared in terror, haunted by masked faces.

They’d slipped off the boat as soon as it tied on to the pier, getting ahead of the crowd. As Colton led her at a fast clip to his car, she’d felt safe with her hand tucked in his. She’d longed to forget about the man behind them and focus on the man with her. To slip back into the easy camaraderie they’d shared. Then reality had hit, as Colton slammed the car into reverse and drove around the lake for an hour before heading home. The problem was they didn’t know the vehicle of the person on the boat, so she couldn’t tell if he waited at the condo. So he haunted her dreams all night, turning them into nightmares.

She pulled the comforter under her chin and curled into a ball.

The morning light couldn’t quite penetrate the blinds, leaving odd shadows in the corners of her room. She needed to get up.

Yet she pressed into the mattress.

Safe. She felt safe here in her room with the door closed and the blinds drawn. Her camera and lenses sat on the dresser, reminding her she should get ready for today’s hunt. She’d left St. Louis to abandon the feeling someone watched her every move. Would she let her hard-found freedom evaporate in a moment because someone had looked at her?

She wanted to laugh at the idea, but her lungs locked up. She snuggled lower into her pillow.

Bam, bam, bam.

“Go away, Garrett.”

“It’s Colton.” Bam, bam, bam. “Come on, Reagan. I’m not letting you hide in your room.”

What right did he have to disturb her? And why wasn’t he in his condo? Her skin remembered his touch. Still, banging on her door wasn’t the way to woo her. “Go away.”

“Nope. You have a call to make, and then we have more caches to find.”

Colton and his drive to win. “Have you shot up in the standings?”

“It’s not over until it’s over.” Silence settled for a moment. “I’m giving you one minute to give me audible sounds of movement, or I’m sending Garrett in there.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Wanna try me?”

Reagan gasped then thrust aside the covers and launched from the bed. She opened and slammed a drawer on the dresser. “I’m up, I’m up.”

“You’ve got ten minutes to join us for omelets in the kitchen.”

Reagan glared at the door. How dare he? She didn’t like anyone telling her what to do, even after a night like last night. Still, she didn’t dare push him. He seemed pretty intent on getting her moving. She grabbed a pair of shorts and a clean T-shirt and headed into the bathroom.

Eleven minutes later she walked into the kitchen, damp hair pulled in a ponytail, baseball cap slammed on her head.

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