doorknob, while her wrist gave it a twist. The door pulled inward granting her the freedom she sought. The only light that burned in the house was in her room. It seeped out into the darkened hallway. Nothing moved, no order to return to her cell was issued.
Setting her shoulders, Roshelle took the first few steps into freedom. Nothing but the house greeted her allowing her hope to burn brighter. Her captors were relying on her own fear to keep her imprisoned. It was embarrassing to discover just how correct they were.
Well, she was out of that damn room and Roshelle fully intended to walk right out the front door of the house. The structure itself was very small. The hallway she was in connected with a living room. Just beyond that her eyes spied a glimpse of a kitchen. As she came closer to the front door, she stood by the fireplace that sat facing the door. Nothing but a sofa sat in the room.
A double door sat just in back of that sofa. Roshelle stood and stared at it. Despite the fact that it was closed she knew exactly what lay behind it. She could smell him on the air in the room. That was the master bedroom. His room.
Just now it was empty. She could almost taste the man on her tongue but her feelings told her she was alone for the moment.
Not for long! Roshelle had spent too many hours worrying over her friend. Now that she had discovered her freedom she intended to find Christina. Her memory of the night they arrived reminded her of the second house. Moving towards the front door, it came into view.
It was the only other structure in sight. Christina had to be there.
Rubbing her hands over her arms, Roshelle forced herself out into the night. She wore nothing but a thin pair of jeans and cotton top. Once the sun set in the Washington mountains, the temperature dropped dramatically.
Longing for her fleece-lined jacket, she pushed herself out into the night. The second house was only a few hundred yards away.
* * * * *
“Life seems to have become rather complicated.”
Shane’s words were far too close to the truth for Jared’s comfort.
“That blonde send you packing from your own house again?”
Dropping down beside his friend, Shane considered the comment.
“Looks like an angel, but I suggest you wear gloves to prevent frostbite when handling her.”
Casting his eyes over the man next to him, Jared gave him a grin. Ms. Christina Faulkner was most vocal in her negative opinion of the current situation. Just like a matched pair of shoes, Roshelle’s continued defiance was preventing Jared from bringing this case to a conclusion.
He grunted with frustration. The main problem was he wasn’t getting any closer to solving anything. Roshelle was telling him the truth. There wasn’t any way for her to lie to him. That just complicated the situation further.
If they turned the women loose, they were as good as dead.
Moving his eyes back to the source of his displeasure, Jared blinked a few times to clear them. She was calmly walking right across his front drive.
Shane just couldn’t keep his amusement silent. He had wondered just how long the little doctor was going to stay put. Jared leapt from his spot and was rapidly closing the distance between them.
That amusement died abruptly as the woman jerked to attention. Jared was still a good forty yards from her. Jared had the cover of night to aid him; with the yard lights illuminating her there was little possibility that the woman could see her adversary. Yet she turned her body to face her approaching company.
Shane shook his head. He’d worked with psychics his entire life. Roshelle had more than her fair share of gut instinct. She trained her eyes on Jared even though she couldn’t possibly see him.
She could feel him and it explained a little too much about Jared’s mood.
Complicated? Bloody mess sounded a whole lot better.
* * * * *
That damn fear was trying to rise again. Roshelle thrust it down. She was going to find Christina! She
Setting her shoulders, Roshelle took the first few steps into freedom. Nothing but the house greeted her allowing her hope to burn brighter. Her captors were relying on her own fear to keep her imprisoned. It was embarrassing to discover just how correct they were.
Well, she was out of that damn room and Roshelle fully intended to walk right out the front door of the house. The structure itself was very small. The hallway she was in connected with a living room. Just beyond that her eyes spied a glimpse of a kitchen. As she came closer to the front door, she stood by the fireplace that sat facing the door. Nothing but a sofa sat in the room.
A double door sat just in back of that sofa. Roshelle stood and stared at it. Despite the fact that it was closed she knew exactly what lay behind it. She could smell him on the air in the room. That was the master bedroom. His room.
Just now it was empty. She could almost taste the man on her tongue but her feelings told her she was alone for the moment.
Not for long! Roshelle had spent too many hours worrying over her friend. Now that she had discovered her freedom she intended to find Christina. Her memory of the night they arrived reminded her of the second house. Moving towards the front door, it came into view.
It was the only other structure in sight. Christina had to be there.
Rubbing her hands over her arms, Roshelle forced herself out into the night. She wore nothing but a thin pair of jeans and cotton top. Once the sun set in the Washington mountains, the temperature dropped dramatically.
Longing for her fleece-lined jacket, she pushed herself out into the night. The second house was only a few hundred yards away.
* * * * *
“Life seems to have become rather complicated.”
Shane’s words were far too close to the truth for Jared’s comfort.
“That blonde send you packing from your own house again?”
Dropping down beside his friend, Shane considered the comment.
“Looks like an angel, but I suggest you wear gloves to prevent frostbite when handling her.”
Casting his eyes over the man next to him, Jared gave him a grin. Ms. Christina Faulkner was most vocal in her negative opinion of the current situation. Just like a matched pair of shoes, Roshelle’s continued defiance was preventing Jared from bringing this case to a conclusion.
He grunted with frustration. The main problem was he wasn’t getting any closer to solving anything. Roshelle was telling him the truth. There wasn’t any way for her to lie to him. That just complicated the situation further.
If they turned the women loose, they were as good as dead.
Moving his eyes back to the source of his displeasure, Jared blinked a few times to clear them. She was calmly walking right across his front drive.
Shane just couldn’t keep his amusement silent. He had wondered just how long the little doctor was going to stay put. Jared leapt from his spot and was rapidly closing the distance between them.
That amusement died abruptly as the woman jerked to attention. Jared was still a good forty yards from her. Jared had the cover of night to aid him; with the yard lights illuminating her there was little possibility that the woman could see her adversary. Yet she turned her body to face her approaching company.
Shane shook his head. He’d worked with psychics his entire life. Roshelle had more than her fair share of gut instinct. She trained her eyes on Jared even though she couldn’t possibly see him.
She could feel him and it explained a little too much about Jared’s mood.
Complicated? Bloody mess sounded a whole lot better.
* * * * *
That damn fear was trying to rise again. Roshelle thrust it down. She was going to find Christina! She
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