Cold as Ice by Stuart Anne

Author:Stuart, Anne [Stuart, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 0778304485
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-09-17T07:00:00+00:00

12

Genevieve moved through the jungle, trying to envision herself as a stealthy cat, afraid she was more like a water buffalo in a china shop. First off, the white T-shirt had been a mistake—she should have gone for something darker, less conspicuous, something that would blend in with the background. She just wasn’t used to subterfuge outside the courtroom. Never in a thousand years could she have imagined herself on the run for her life, a loaded gun tucked in her waistband, ready for use. What if she actually had to shoot someone?

What if she had to shoot Peter?

She’d do it, no questions asked. She wouldn’t hesitate, wouldn’t think about it. Not until later.

But that wasn’t going to happen, she decided grimly. Life had handed her a series of difficult choices, but having to kill Peter Jensen would be too cruel, even for a patently sadistic universe.

She couldn’t waste her time with what-ifs. There wasn’t enough time left.

She had the gun drawn as she crept up toward the back of the storage shed where Harry was being held, assuming she could believe the schematic. There was no noise—not the muffled sound of someone breathing a deep, drugged sleep. Was it too late?

She edged around the corner, cautiously. There was a small window in the side of the building, but it was blacked out from the inside, and she could see nothing. She waited, long, breathless moments, and unwillingly the memory returned of hiding on the boat, only to face her nemesis after what should have been sufficient time.

If nemesis was what he was. He’d been her lover— what had gone on between them physically, emotionally, made that fact undeniable. No, scratch that. He had no emotions—it had all been on her side.

But his heart had been pounding, his strong body trembling as he’d held her. It made no sense, he made no sense, but she had no time to figure it out right now. If she survived she’d have more than enough time to dissect the madness that had afflicted her during the last thirty-six hours.

She couldn’t wait there forever. The shed was still and quiet, and she took a deep breath and rounded the corner, to find the door open and no one, neither Harry Van Dorn nor his captors, in sight.

There were drag marks in the dirt—someone had hauled Harry’s limp body in the direction of the main house. He was either too drugged to walk on his own, or…

There was no blood in the tiny shed, and no blood on the ground. But that proved nothing—there were bloodless ways to kill people, and Peter would know all of them.

Genevieve glanced over her shoulder. The path to the far side of the island, the hidden bunker, was still clear enough in her mind.

But Harry was being taken back toward the main house. And that was where she had to go, whether she liked it or not.

She heard the noise first—the grunting, groaning sound of a man struggling with too heavy a load.

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