The Negotiation by Tyler Anne Snell

Author:Tyler Anne Snell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-06-11T15:58:48+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The steam filled the bathroom while tears filled Rachel’s eyes. Thanks to Suzy and her husband restocking the house before they arrived, she and Dane had spent an hour or so eating homemade mac ’n’ cheese and catching up like old friends. From disastrous dates to career moves and thoughts on gossip new and old, they’d found a way to make the cabin’s kitchen into a time machine.

It had been nice.

And had made Rachel forget why they were there.

At least, until she’d gone into the shower.

There, beneath the stream of hot water, she had remembered the men. Remembered how they’d grabbed her. How they’d terrified her.

How one of them had almost killed her.

And how he had, instead, died in front of her.

Rachel had done what Dane had told her. She’d looked into his eyes and followed them until she had been no longer on the roof and safely inside Lonnie’s room. But there had been the first moment after it had happened when Rachel had looked down at the man dead near her feet. His eyes had been open, staring at nothing.

Then there was the blood.

Rachel had cradled her cheek in the shower. The tears had been slow at first and then had walloped her. She’d held one hand over her mouth and used the other to hold herself up against the wall. Part of her was afraid that Dane would hear her and run in to comfort her. Part of her wanted that.

Which seemed to make the emotions spilling out of her even worse.

After everything that had happened, there she was, thinking about Dane, when less than two days ago just the thought of him had made her angry.

“Prioritize,” Rachel told the mirror. She wiped the condensation aside and then scrubbed her hands beneath her eyes. They were red and swollen.

She sighed.

There was no hiding the fact that she had been crying.

She dressed quickly into the pajama set and underwear that, Rachel assumed, Suzy had purchased and put out for them. It was definitely a step up from the baggy tee and loose shorts she often slept in at home. It oddly fit like a glove, too.

Rachel took one last look at her too red eyes, pulled her hair into a quick, messy braid, and tried to pretend everything was okay as she left the bathroom.

Dane’s voice was quiet but insistent. Rachel paused, worry starting to make her muscles seize up, but she never heard another voice. He must have been on the phone. She walked to the bedroom door. She’d left it open, not liking the idea of having two doors closed between them, and peeked out around the door frame.

Once again Rachel was met with an uninhibited view of Dane Jones. Sitting on the couch, he had a notebook open on his lap and the phone to his ear. The other hand held his chin, propped up on his knee. His brow was drawn and his jaw set hard.

He was in work mode.

He was so handsome.

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