Pregnesia (The Recovery Men) by Carla Cassidy

Author:Carla Cassidy [Cassidy, Carla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, Romance, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Fiction, Series, Harlequin Intrigue
Amazon: B002F0830C
Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue
Published: 2009-06-26T16:00:00+00:00

HER BACK HAD BOTHERED HERthroughout the day. Jane was seated on the sofa with a pillow from the bedroom behind her for support when Lucas came inside.

Instantly she could tell that something had happened. She straightened. “I didn’t hear you pull up out front,” she said.

“I didn’t. I pulled around to the back and parked in the garage.” He sat on the chair across from her, energy rolling off him in waves. “I’ve got Troy and Micah dropping off a rental car later this evening.”

“What happened?”

As he told her about being followed from the Recovery Inc. office, a new frustration coupled with a familiar fear edged through her.

“Who are these people and what do they want with me?” she cried in desperation.

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping we’ll have the name of one of them before the night is over. I got a license number of one of the cars that was following me and I put in a call to Wendall Kincaid.”

“The chief of police?” she asked. As always, the idea of the police knowing anything about her made a nervous flutter in her stomach.

“Don’t worry. I told him the driver of the car rear-ended me and I need his name to file an accident report.” Lucas raked a hand through his hair and leaned back in the chair.

He looked exhausted, and a wave of guilt swept through Jane. “Maybe we should go to the police,” she said, and heard the slight tremor in her voice. “This is getting so complicated and I’m sure you’re sick to death of me.”

He smiled, but she could tell it was slightly forced. “I’m not sick of you. I am sick of not knowing what’s going on. I could maybe understand some crazy nut being after you…a stalker boyfriend or husband…but this isn’t just a single individual. It’s a whole group of people.”

“Maybe I really am a spy,” she said. “That’s one of the things Loretta and I came up with. Of course we also thought I might be an undercover rock star or a high-class madame.”

A whisper of a smile curved his lips and she saw him starting to relax. “I guess it’s better to be a high class-madame than a low-class one.”

She leaned back against the pillow once again. “I have discovered one important fact about myself today.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t like soap operas. When you feel like you’re living one, the last thing you want to do is watch one.”

“Your back still hurting?” he asked as she adjusted her position against the pillow.

She nodded. “It’s just a dull ache. I think carrying around this baby weight is pulling on my spine. But it’s fine. I’m fine. I made a pot of stew for dinner, but it’s still simmering and won’t be ready for another hour or so.”

“That’s all right. I’m not hungry. If you don’t mind, I’m going back to the bedroom to make some phone calls. I’m expecting a fax soon and the machine is back there.” He got up from the chair and she watched him disappear down the hallway.

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