Suspicions Part 3 of 3 by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

At the sound of the gunfire, Ava’s breath caught in her throat. But those shots weren’t aimed at her or the house or even at the SUV. They were coming from the west, from the line of trees just past the bluff.

“Sully,” she whispered. Because he’d been out there, looking for the man who’d set that fire. If he’d found him— “Sully!”

And then she heard the growl of vehicles approaching. Lots of vehicles, from the sound of things. They were roaring up the drive, and all she could see was the bright flash of lights.

Then Mark was there, running to meet them. Shouting orders. She realized that help had come in the form of his workers and friends.

“We busted through the gate,” she heard one man tell Mac. “Sorry about that, but the boss said we needed to get over here fast.”

And they had. They were shining lights around the scene. Men were grabbing hoses and buckets of water and trying to put out the fire, trying to save the house.

A house she’d scorned for too long.

In the distance, Ava could hear a siren. An ambulance, coming to take care of Davis.

“Where’s Sully?” Ava asked. Sullivan still hadn’t appeared.

The men and women who’d arrived were fighting the flames, but no one was searching for Sully.

Ava started running toward the bluff.

Then she was grabbed from behind. Hard hands swung Ava around. “You’re not going anyplace without me,” Mark said.

She stared up at him, but a cloud had slid over the moon, and she couldn’t see his face clearly. The scent of the fire was all around her, and so many memories were in the air. The past—the present—everything was tangling together.

Mark laced his fingers with hers. “Not without me,” he said again.

He had a gun. She could see it in his other hand. Ava didn’t even know where he’d gotten that weapon. From one of his men? From Mac?

But there was no time for questions. They ran toward the bluff. Mark’s steps were sure, and she moved too fast to stumble. “Sully!” She cried out his name, but there was still no answer. She tried to keep her body in front of Mark’s just in case the stalker was out there waiting for another shot, but Mark kept moving, trying to protect her.

When I want to keep him safe instead...

“Ava...” Her name was low, rough. And very close. She whirled to the left because she knew the sound of her brother’s voice.

She and Mark leapt through the brush.

The clouds slid past the moon—

Sullivan was on the ground. He had a gun in his hand, and he was struggling to sit up. She ran to him and sank to her knees. “Sully!” When she touched him, she felt the sticky wetness of blood on him. So much blood.

“Shooting arm...went numb,” he muttered. “Bullet’s still in me...”

More than one bullet, judging by the amount of blood she felt. “Help!” Ava screamed, because the others back at the house had to be close enough to hear her.

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