The Women of Eden by Marilyn Harris

Author:Marilyn Harris [Harris, Marilyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9780399124785
Google: 3dQWOGHFDSgC
Amazon: B001399AVM
Barnesnoble: B001399AVM
Goodreads: 4768467
Publisher: Ballantine
Published: 1980-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The crowds had gone.

Mary watched the last of the strollers until, turning to the left^ they were lost to sight. The sun was setting behind the ridge to the west and the twilight began to weave shapes in the secluded garden.

By her conservative estimate she'd been waiting over five hours.

"Burke-"

She whispered his name in an attempt to dispel her rising anxiety. How much longer could she wait before Jason came in search of her? True, she'd been late the night before, but then Burke had been with her and she'd taken no notice of how shadowy and isolated the garden was at this time of night.

It was so quiet. Hard to believe that all of London lay just beyond that distant fringe of trees. What would she tell them tonight? Another broken stirrup? Not likely, but perhaps Burke would have a solution.

I have important news.

"Oh, please come," she prayed quietly, wrapping her arms about her in protection against the chill.

For over three-quarters of an hour longer she sat in the gathering shadows listening, watching the small path which led down into the garden.

What was that?

She turned quickly toward the indistinct sounds. In the effort of listening, she was aware of her eyes growing blurred. All were shadows, impossible to distinguish anything. Perhaps it was her imagination.

But it was not her imagination. Around her now, coming from three sides, she was aware of movement, the surrounding bushes rustling as though they had a life of their own.

Suddenly she rose and tried to move away from the animate bushes, and at her first step the sound of gravel crunching beneath her feet made an indistinct noise.

"Burke," she whispered, trying to deal with her rising fear, the sense that she'd waited too long, the certainty that whatever was moving through the bushes-She commenced backing away from the stone bench, still clinging to the possibility that all was well, that it was only a matter of finding her way out of this place and returning to the path where assistance would be available.

Then, too late, a single form emerged from the bushes, massive.

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