by Jo Davis
Voices across the motel’s parking lot snared her attention. Peering around the tree, she saw two men in plain clothes emerge from the room. Detectives, from the glint of the shields hooked to their belts at the waist. She’d been too stricken with panic and raw grief to pay attention when they had arrived, so she studied them now.
Both were tall, but the brown-haired one was taller and leaner than the other. The man who was presumably his partner was maybe an inch or two shorter and more muscular. Golden blond hair just covered his ears, layered in a loose, casual style with some wisps of bangs falling into what looked from here to be quite a handsome face—
Recognition hit her like a baseball bat to the head, and though she’d half-expected him to show up, she felt sick. If not for the tree, she would have tumbled to the ground.
Taylor Kayne. Untouchable. Man’s man. Lauded hero.
“Fucking lying murderer,” she whispered, rage welling in her chest. Despair, rotten and black, clogged her throat.
Once again, Kayne was smack in the middle of the hell that was her life. That suited her fine, though. Because the bastard probably didn’t know Cara had come to Sugarland or even have a clue who she was in the first place. He sure as hell didn’t know that he was the reason she was here. Or that she knew where he worked, lived, ate, shopped, jogged.
But he would find out soon. She was biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment. Then she’d spring her trap. Force him to spill every last filthy secret that should have corroded his guts by now.
Detective Taylor Kayne was going to confess to murdering her sister.
And then Cara would exact long-awaited sweet revenge.
Table of Contents
The Fighters of Station Five Novels
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
1 Chapter
2 Chapter
3 Chapter
4 Chapter
5 Chapter
6 Chapter
7 Chapter
8 Chapter
9 Chapter
10 Chapter
11 Chapter
12 Chapter
13 Chapter
14 Chapter
15 Chapter
About the Author
Excerpt from Hot Pursuit
