The Ghosts of Cragera Bay by Dawn Brown

Author:Dawn Brown [Brown, Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781474008785
Publisher: Mills & Boon
Published: 2014-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Declan woke slowly, gaze fixed on an unfamiliar ceiling. He started for a long moment, frowning as memory trickled over him. The shadow man’s appearance, the furious destruction that followed and then falling into bed wrapped in Carly’s soft, lithe body.

His frown deepened and he pushed up on his elbows, turning to the empty space on the bed next him. Where had she gone?

He rolled out of bed, dragged on his clothes from yesterday, then checked his phone on the night table. Just past nine-thirty. It was the latest he’d slept since he arrived.

Through the window, brilliant blue skies dotted with thready steel clouds stretched out over an indigo sea. Bad weather blowing in or out? Only time would tell. For now, sunshine spilled across the lawn. The wet grass shone as if encased in liquid gold. The deep blue waves shimmered. It was like a whole other world out there, beautiful and normal, without shadows and burned women.

The wind kicked up moaning through unseen cracks around the window, the sound ominous despite the sunshine outside.

He thought of those red eyes, looking into their fiery depths and knowing with absolute certainty that it wanted him. Not just the shadow, the house itself and something more, something darker.

He shuddered and pushed the thoughts away. He was making more out of it than there was. Besides, three days and he would be home. Back to his real life, Stonecliff and all the people a distant memory—even Carly. A faint pang stung his chest.

Though, maybe that was all she wanted to be. She’d been very clear on her feelings about marriage, not that he was leaning that way. Any commitment between them wasn’t a possibility. Still, he didn’t like that she slipped away before he woke up, as if he was her guilty mistake.

He stood and shoved on his shoes and made his way downstairs. Most of the glass had been cleared away, thought there were still shards glittering deep in the carpet fibers. He’d have to replace all those sconces. Coffee first.

Downstairs, he started past the study, but stopped. Carly sat at the desk, her equipment in various states of packed, while she studied something on the video camera’s screen.

“Good morning. Did you sleep at all?” he asked, leaning against the door frame between the study and hall.

She looked up and smiled, but the expression didn’t meet her eyes. Her gaze was clouded. Troubled. “I did, but I’m naturally an early riser.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, a sinking sensation gripping his insides. He slid his hands into his pockets and waited.

“Nothing’s wrong, but there’s something I want you to see.”

He held up a hand. “Let me get coffee first.” He frowned. The house was unusually quiet so late in the morning. “Where are Mrs. Voyle and Warlow?”

She shrugged. “I haven’t seen either of them.”

That was odd—especially no sign of Mrs. Voyle. Maybe she really hadn’t been well. Or whatever she’d seen had scared her so badly she wasn’t coming back.

He nodded in the kitchen’s direction.

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