Never Look Back by Mary Burton

Never Look Back by Mary Burton

Author:Mary Burton [Burton, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-06-30T16:00:00+00:00


Sonny had learned her name was Sandra Wallace, and she worked as a bartender and waitress in a local honky-tonk several blocks north of the Lower Broadway strip. The bar was off the beaten track and was frequented by locals before 5:00 p.m., though the occasional tourist stumbled across it.

More importantly, Sandra had the look Sonny liked. Tall, buxom, with brassy-blond hair, she was known for tossing back her head and laughing loud. It was an infectious laugh that made everyone in the room turn and look in delight and sometimes annoyance. Sandra Wallace never entered a room unnoticed.

She liked the attention.

Craved it.

And she had gotten his attention.

As he watched her standing behind the walnut bar mixing a Manhattan, he could feel himself growing hard. He wrapped his hands around the cool glass of his beer bottle, imagining that it was her slim neck.

“Baby, what are you doing over there alone?” Sandra asked. She had shifted those blue eyes in his direction, and for just a split second, he imagined it was just the two of them in the world.

Sonny grinned, knowing ladies liked the look of him. A little bit of effort and he could have them eating out of his hand. “You look mighty pretty tonight, Sandra,” he said. “But then you always do.”

Her grin widened and a chuckle rumbled in her chest as she arched her back slightly. Her breasts pulsed out, drawing his attention away from her neck for only a moment.

“What are you doing after work?”

She shrugged. “What do you have in mind?”

“When do you get off?”

“Midnight.”

To have a date scheduled so soon after the last two was not really smart. Time and distance between his dates had always been a strategy that kept him off the law enforcement radar. But since Bonnie’s first text almost two weeks ago, his well-cultivated control had abandoned him. In its place was a bone-deep sense of loneliness that had made the four walls of his bedroom oppressive. “If I’m out back at, say, 1:00 a.m., you’ll be ready?”

“Sure will.”

He leaned forward, smoothing his fingers up and down the bottle’s neck. “Sandra, do you have a bathtub?”

She moistened her lips. “I do, doll. Why?”

He took a swig of beer. “Wait and see.”

Her eyes darkened with desire, and she would have lingered if not for another patron calling for another beer. She winked at him and slowly turned, sauntering toward the other side as if knowing he was watching her leave.

His phone rang, lighting up the number as Blocked. He let the call go to voicemail. A tickle of worry tightened his gut and reminded him loneliness was the least of his problems now. He finished his beer and, grabbing his phone, left the bar. In his car, he played back the voicemail.

The sound of Bonnie’s voice grated over his nerves, and as tempted as he was to hit delete, he listened.

“Baby, you know who this is. And you know where I am. You need to help me.”

He sat for several minutes before he played the next message.



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