Tempt the Night by Dixie Lee Brown

Author:Dixie Lee Brown [Brown, Dixie Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Military, Suspense, Contemporary, Romance
ISBN: 9780062328335
Google: mbrCAwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00J26JJ2S
Barnesnoble: B00J26JJ2S
Goodreads: 23001916
Publisher: Harper Collins
Published: 2015-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

NO POINTS FOR good intentions.

For at least the hundredth time since pausing outside Brady’s room on her way back from the cafeteria, Mac berated herself for not simply walking away. Instead, her attention had been riveted on the tale of Somali pirates and kidnapping victims, related softly in Brady’s low voice. Intrigued and curious, she’d stepped closer to listen, enthralled . . . and then stunned.

Frozen in place, tears rimming over and rolling down her cheeks, she’d slapped her hand over her mouth to keep her outrage at what had been done to him from escaping in groans of protest. Finally, she’d forced her feet to move, backing away until the voices receded, then glancing around to determine the best escape route.

She hadn’t been quick enough. Walker had burst from the room with long strides and collided with her, his size and weight nearly sending her sprawling if he hadn’t reached out at the last second and steadied her.

Clearly, he’d known immediately that she’d overheard at least part of their conversation. His obvious scorn and cold distrust had sent a shiver coursing down her spine. It had been an extremely personal confession from one friend to another . . . not intended for her ears. She understood that, and he wasn’t the only one who’d wished she hadn’t overheard. Still, his distrust had seemed excessive in the face of her minor indiscretion, and she’d been happy to stay as far from him as possible on the final leg of their trip.

It went without saying that hiding behind a door outside Brady’s room wasn’t how she’d envisioned learning about his private hell. She’d wanted him to trust her enough to look her in the eyes and share that part of his life. This way it meant nothing . . . except an extra layer of guilt to carry around. She grappled with the likelihood that Walker would tell Brady she’d been eavesdropping. He’d no doubt be hurt, maybe angry—feel betrayed. No way was she coming out of this with a gold star.

There was only one thing she could do. She had to tell Brady before Walker did.

Finding a moment for a private conversation was easier said than done during a whirlwind trip on Joe’s private jet with six people, including one Nick Taylor making sure there was never any down time. Or in the black Hummer that met them at Joe’s secluded airfield, adding a driver by the name of Ty Whitlock to the roster. And now, sitting between Walker and Brady in the second row of seats, she was about to enter the grounds of Joe’s ranch, a few miles outside of Kalispell, Montana.

It was dusk. The sun had disappeared beneath the horizon, leaving a pink and reddish glow in the predark sky. Silhouettes of trees and mountains stood watch in the distance. A chain link fence, topped with a strand of razor wire, stretched as far as Mac could see in both directions. Even though the gate stood open, she didn’t get a cozy, welcoming vibe as they drove through.

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