BLURB:
FBI
special agent Paige Carson hoped she’d be able to start a new life in
small-town South Carolina. But when a senator’s sister is murdered and a blank
postcard is left next to the body, Paige realizes that a killer from her past
has found her—and is sending her a very personal message.
From
the moment he hired her, FBI special agent in charge Sam McKade knew Paige was
hiding something. Prompted by this recent threat, she finally opens up: one
year ago, she caught the eye of suspected serial killer Todd Thames. Now he’s
come back to pull her into his game, whether she wants to play or not.
As
the danger increases, Paige and Sam give in to their growing attraction, and he
vows to protect her no matter the cost. But the murderer will stop at nothing
to get to his intended prey, and the strong arm of the law—and the shelter of
her new love—may not be enough to save her.
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EXCERPT
When they were alone again, Sam looked to
Paige. The few lines around his eyes and mouth pulled tighter. “I saw you leave
last night.”
Paige’s insides tightened. “I told you I was
leaving.”
He watched her, never taking his eyes from
hers. “You told me you were going into the house to get something you’d
dropped. I went after you, but you didn’t go into the house. You were in the
back, in the train yard. I thought you might have seen someone else suspicious
out there and went after you, but you got into a cab.”
Paige knew better than to volunteer
information. “Okay.”
“You’re wary. Jumpy.” Sam eyed her.
“Something is going on with you. Tell me what that is.”
Paige’s breath caught. She had to work to
take another breath. “There’s nothing going on with me.”
His voice even, he asked, “Why did you take
a cab home last night instead of going with the squad?”
Sam didn’t break eye contact. Paige believed
she was getting a glimpse of what he was like in an interrogation, how skilled
he was, how powerful. Despite the chill in the diner, Paige was sweating.
“Harry mentioned going out for wings and beer. I needed to go back to the
office to get the car, and”—she shrugged, affecting indifference—“more than
that, I didn’t want to cramp their style if they were looking to hook up at a
bar.”
Sam leaned across the table toward her. His
eyes showed frustration, but along with it Paige saw tenderness. “You can trust
me.”
That tenderness was almost her undoing. She needed to give him
something to throw him off the scent, but just now she felt the full weight of
her situation and couldn’t come up with words that would deter him. He wanted
her to trust him. She was so tired of not being able to trust anyone. He
couldn’t possibly know how much she wished she could trust him. Her throat grew
so tight it burned. She forced out her next words. “I’ve learned that I can’t
trust anyone.”
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