We'll Never Tell (Secrets of Ravenswood) by Gallant Jannine

Author:Gallant, Jannine [Gallant, Jannine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-02-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Ethan accelerated up Sam’s driveway, jerked to a stop, jumped out of the pickup, and ran up the walkway. She opened the front door before he could knock.

“He’s long gone, Ethan. I told you I was fine.” The hand that pushed a strand of hair behind her ear displayed only the slightest tremor. “You didn’t have to come.”

“The hell I didn’t!” His own hands hadn’t stopped shaking since he’d answered her call. “I kept picturing this dirt bag hiding in your closet, just waiting for you to climb into bed.”

Her lips curved slightly as she shut the door behind them. “The closet was the first place I checked—right after I grabbed the fireplace poker. I don’t recall much about how he looked all those years ago, but I do remember he was big.”

Ethan stepped forward and framed her face in his palms. Fear lingered in the depths of the wide green eyes staring back at him.

“You scared the crap out of me.” Pulling her into his arms, he hugged her swift and hard before stepping away. “I want to check around outside.” He paused. “You didn’t leave the house after you found the note, did you?”

She shook her head. “You give me way too much credit for bravery—or stupidity.”

His thumb stroked across her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

After retrieving a flashlight from his truck, he walked around the cottage, shining the light in the bushes and beneath the windows. Confident there was no one lurking nearby, he headed toward the main house. Frogs croaked in the ornamental pond at the foot of the garden, and the crushed shells of the path crunched beneath his feet. The windows were shuttered; alarms activated if the blinking red light over the door was any indication. He guessed no one had been near the place.

Ethan hurried back the way he’d come. At the door to Sam’s cottage, he wiped his feet on the mat and entered, then locked the door behind him. She stepped out of the kitchen to meet him.

“I’m heating water for tea.” Rubbing her arms through the sleeves of her blue fleece robe, she stared at him with worried eyes. “Did you find anything?”

“No footprints in the dirt beneath the windows or signs of forced entry. I wonder how he got in.”

She glanced away then crossed the tiled kitchen floor when the tea kettle whistled. “I may have left the door unlocked.”

He barely heard her mumbled words. Biting back a sharp comment, he forced out a slow breath. “Not very smart, considering.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Your self-restraint is commendable. Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Sure, as long as it doesn’t taste like flowers or fruit.”

“Black. Got it.” She pulled a plain box from the back of the cupboard and a second covered in flowering vines from the front, poured boiling water into two mugs, and brought them to the table. “I shouldn’t have freaked out and called you.”

He dropped onto the second chair and placed his hand over hers.

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