By T. Davis Bunn
Modern suspense with a powerful romantic point from a best-selling writer with over 6 million books bought.
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My name is Holly Reeves. I am president of the Hattie Blount Community. My fellow board members are Foster Oates and Victoria Ellis. ” One of the younger women, who was leaning against the wall by the window, corrected her. ’” Wayne fingered the knot in his tie. He had not worn either a tie or a shirt with a top button for nearly two years. He could feel the fabric rub against his skin when he swallowed. He also felt the puff of air-conditioning against his cheeks. He had shaved off his beard the night before at the request of the woman leaning against the wall.
The guy stepped out. He grabbed the newspaper on his front porch and set it on the iron table between the two padded porch chairs. He wore a jacket and a knit shirt and pressed slacks. He glanced at his watch and called back into the house. He walked over and coded a number into the garage, which was connected to the main house by a covered walkway. The door swung up. He got in behind the wheel of his Lexus and started the motor. He drove to where the drive connected to the home’s front walk of red brick.
His sister’s friend was actually wearing blue that day, but looked too hot for the color. The other was Victoria. Seated there at the table like she hadn’t played a vanishing act for the past three weeks. The only person in the room who was smiling. Wayne pretended he didn’t notice either one. Held to his tight closed expression until he made the rear doors. Then he glanced back. Didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help himself. Almost like his head was drawn around of its own accord. All but two heads in the room stayed together, talking and worried.