Phantom of the French Quarter by Colleen Thompson

Author:Colleen Thompson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

“SHH, DON’T TRY TO TALK. Just lift your head and have some water.”

Marcus blinked in the light, then squinted to see Caitlyn hovering above him, her beautiful face lined with worry.

His head felt weighted to the floor by anchors, but he managed to raise it enough to drink. Blissfully cold, the water traced a soothing path from throat to stomach, its taste so welcome that he groaned.

“Here, let’s sit you up,” Caitlyn said. “Lean your back against the cabinet.”

With her help he succeeded, grimacing when he forgot himself and tried to push himself up off the tile, an act that sent pain shooting through his right arm.

“Take these.” She pushed several pills toward his mouth, her fingertip lingering a bare moment against his lips.

He took them without protest and swallowed them with more water.

“Tylenol,” she explained. “And a couple of antibiotics I had from a while back.”

He nodded, though his head pounded with the movement. And then he must have dozed.

When he woke again, he was still slumped against the cabinet. Once he shrugged off the towel she’d thrown over him, he saw that his arm had been neatly bandaged. She must have cleaned up what he’d discovered to be a through-and-through wound.

Head spinning, he cursed every action movie hero he had ever seen wincing after a “mere flesh wound” and returning to the fray. Instead, he lay here, feeling bulldozed, while Caitlyn…

He smiled, recalling how close he had come to trying his luck with the sheer drop beneath the window when he’d realized she was outside hiding his truck. Covering his presence instead of calling the police.

Surely that must mean he still had a chance to explain. To be certain she was safe before he turned his back on New Orleans—on her—forever.

“Caitlyn?” In the instant it took for her name to reverberate in the small bathroom, he dared to hope that she would answer. That his angel would listen to his explanation, would even tell him she understood his motives. But Caitlyn didn’t answer, and by the time he pulled himself upright and staggered to the bedroom door, he found it locked again, so firmly that he wondered if she would ever trust him again.

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