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pacing and stood still with his back to her as he looked out at the luscious backyard, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet in agitation. He turned to her when he heard her put the cup on the table.
“We have to talk,” he snapped.
In hopes of delaying the inevitable, she picked up her cup and took another sip of her coffee. When she looked into his magnetic eyes, fear returned to clutch her chest, constricting her breathing, and most-unladylike droplets of sweat broke out on her upper lip. She studied his face, his perfectly formed lips, and her thoughts turned to her dream of him kissing her. She could feel his lips on hers and the heat. So-hot heat he left as he trailed her lips along her neck, nibbled her ear lobes. She quivered, weak, and dizzy.
“Isabella, Isabella.”
She heard Wyatt repeating her name. She realized she had been staring at him, lost in his eyes and her memories. She shook her head to clear her mind of any lingering reflections.
“I’d like to help you.” Wyatt said, motioning with his coffee cup as he spoke. “But, I can’t unless you tell me the truth, so no more bullshit.”
She sat, staring at him, not sure how to respond.
“I told you everything I remembered,” she whispered.
“I did some research last night after you fell asleep on my couch. There’s no such person with that name in the Commonwealth of Virginia . And, the street address you gave me doesn’t exist in Stoney Creek or anywhere else in the Commonwealth of Virginia . You lied to me. You gave me a fictitious name and address. Why? What are you trying to hide?” His voice rose with agitation.
Astonished! Stunned! Speechless! Stoney Creek ? Virginia ? Where? Her jaw dropped open in disbelief as she looked away from him, out the open doors, down at her clenched hands. Her gaze darted back to Wyatt, who peered at her through the narrowed slits of his eyes with his one hand on his hip, his other holding his coffee.
“Well?” he asked.
She was filled with turmoil and bewilderment, and her heart hammered in her chest so loudly that she thought he would see it thumping in her chest. Her face flushed with annoyance of idiocy as a burst of anger surged through her. Her hands turned into fists as she pursed her lips. The bed covers fell as she raised herself onto her knees. Her anger gave her the strength to meet his intense stare.
“I don’t have anything to hide.” Her words came out in bursts of fury. She lifted her outstretched arms toward him, palms open. “And of course I’m not listed anywhere in Stoney-whatever. In fact, I’ve never even heard of the place. Or been in Virginia . I live in a small town outside of Denver , Colorado . Why would you be looking for me in Virginia ?”
“Because that’s where you are. Stoney Creek , Virginia ,” he said as he turned to her and eyed her with suspicion, his head tilted to one side. “Now come clean, damn it, and tell me who you really are and what you want from me.”
The hair on the back of her neck bristled as she heard the anger in his voice. Panic raced through her, as goose bumps broke out on her arms, and dread drowned her ability to think. Despair flooded her mind, her thoughts in turmoil. Her body shuddered when she inhaled. The tears threatened, then spilled over, streaming down her cheeks, unchecked. She couldn’t stop them. They were tears of fright, of anger, of disbelief.
How? How could I have gotten from Denver , Colorado , to Stoney Creek , Virginia ? Who would want to do this to me and why? Why would anyone want to torture me like this?
Chapter 13
Wyatt sat down on the bed across from Isabella, his face drawn tight, his eyes glittering with anger.
“You have to be honest with me. You need to give me some reason why I should believe anything you say. Why should I trust you or believe you?” he said, as though talking to a small child, firm but gentle.
When he released a long, deep pent-up sigh Isabella realized his waning
“We have to talk,” he snapped.
In hopes of delaying the inevitable, she picked up her cup and took another sip of her coffee. When she looked into his magnetic eyes, fear returned to clutch her chest, constricting her breathing, and most-unladylike droplets of sweat broke out on her upper lip. She studied his face, his perfectly formed lips, and her thoughts turned to her dream of him kissing her. She could feel his lips on hers and the heat. So-hot heat he left as he trailed her lips along her neck, nibbled her ear lobes. She quivered, weak, and dizzy.
“Isabella, Isabella.”
She heard Wyatt repeating her name. She realized she had been staring at him, lost in his eyes and her memories. She shook her head to clear her mind of any lingering reflections.
“I’d like to help you.” Wyatt said, motioning with his coffee cup as he spoke. “But, I can’t unless you tell me the truth, so no more bullshit.”
She sat, staring at him, not sure how to respond.
“I told you everything I remembered,” she whispered.
“I did some research last night after you fell asleep on my couch. There’s no such person with that name in the Commonwealth of Virginia . And, the street address you gave me doesn’t exist in Stoney Creek or anywhere else in the Commonwealth of Virginia . You lied to me. You gave me a fictitious name and address. Why? What are you trying to hide?” His voice rose with agitation.
Astonished! Stunned! Speechless! Stoney Creek ? Virginia ? Where? Her jaw dropped open in disbelief as she looked away from him, out the open doors, down at her clenched hands. Her gaze darted back to Wyatt, who peered at her through the narrowed slits of his eyes with his one hand on his hip, his other holding his coffee.
“Well?” he asked.
She was filled with turmoil and bewilderment, and her heart hammered in her chest so loudly that she thought he would see it thumping in her chest. Her face flushed with annoyance of idiocy as a burst of anger surged through her. Her hands turned into fists as she pursed her lips. The bed covers fell as she raised herself onto her knees. Her anger gave her the strength to meet his intense stare.
“I don’t have anything to hide.” Her words came out in bursts of fury. She lifted her outstretched arms toward him, palms open. “And of course I’m not listed anywhere in Stoney-whatever. In fact, I’ve never even heard of the place. Or been in Virginia . I live in a small town outside of Denver , Colorado . Why would you be looking for me in Virginia ?”
“Because that’s where you are. Stoney Creek , Virginia ,” he said as he turned to her and eyed her with suspicion, his head tilted to one side. “Now come clean, damn it, and tell me who you really are and what you want from me.”
The hair on the back of her neck bristled as she heard the anger in his voice. Panic raced through her, as goose bumps broke out on her arms, and dread drowned her ability to think. Despair flooded her mind, her thoughts in turmoil. Her body shuddered when she inhaled. The tears threatened, then spilled over, streaming down her cheeks, unchecked. She couldn’t stop them. They were tears of fright, of anger, of disbelief.
How? How could I have gotten from Denver , Colorado , to Stoney Creek , Virginia ? Who would want to do this to me and why? Why would anyone want to torture me like this?
Chapter 13
Wyatt sat down on the bed across from Isabella, his face drawn tight, his eyes glittering with anger.
“You have to be honest with me. You need to give me some reason why I should believe anything you say. Why should I trust you or believe you?” he said, as though talking to a small child, firm but gentle.
When he released a long, deep pent-up sigh Isabella realized his waning
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