Holiday Illusion by Lynette Eason

Author:Lynette Eason [Eason, Lynette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Suspense
ISBN: 9781426824708
Google: SC1Do9KEKgAC
Amazon: B001J1S84O
Barnesnoble: B001J1S84O
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2007-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

How could he convince her to stay? What would it take for her to realize she had to have some kind of help? And not necessarily Justin’s. If the man wasn’t the one who’d betrayed her, then he’d said something to someone who couldn’t be trusted. And if that was the case, she was truly on her own, unable to turn to the organization she’d once worked for.

And there was no way he was going to allow her to bear this burden alone. He’d be there for her, see her through this. Convincing her to let him was going to be an exercise in stubbornness on his part. He thought out his strategy, trying to come up with an argument she couldn’t refute.

While he thought, he drove on auto pilot, heading down the hill that would lead them home. He pressed the brake, then scooted around the slower moving car in front of him. “I meant what I said, Anna. I’m in this with you to the end. You’re going to have to have help, someone you can trust.”

“I never said I didn’t trust Justin.”

“No, you didn’t say that.”

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye then let out a disgusted huff. “Stop reading my mind, Bennett.”

“It’s not mind reading, it’s simply knowing how you think.” Which was scary for him as he’d never had that kind of…connection with a woman before. Oh, he’d dated, even had one serious relationship with a woman his father had deemed suitable for him to marry. But he’d come to his senses before his one out-of-character attempt to please his father had completely wrecked his life. Then Lance had died…

“Lucas, you’re going kind of fast, you want to slow down?”

Lucas snapped back to the road, his attention momentarily distracted by his thoughts. “Oh, sorry.”

He pressed the brake.

Nothing happened.

Frowning, he pressed harder.

This time the pedal went to the floor.

“Uh-oh.”

Anna’s head swiveled to look at him. “Don’t say that. I hate those words. Why would you say ‘uh-oh’? No, don’t tell me.” She held up a hand forestalling his explanation. “I don’t want to know. I’ve had too many uh-ohs in the last forty-eight hours. No more uh-ohs okay?”

“Are you done?”

She groaned. “What is it?”

“We don’t have any brakes.”

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