“Some nutcase has been stalking him. It’s nothing deadly—yet, but the letters are getting crazier. Zenya went through something similar and look where that led. I think knowing what her cousin went through makes Geneva more concerned. Letters can turn deadly. Somebody broke into Harrison’s house and stole a few personal items. Clearly this is escalating and he’s too fool stubborn to accept help. He’s turned down every bodyguard we’ve suggested.”
“Ah,” Thomas nodded. “I have somebody. And trust me; he won’t turn her down.”
“Her? Are we talking Angel of Death here?” She might go by a different name now, but they would always think of her as her code name.
“The one and only.”
“She lives in Hawaii. Harrison is in D.C., getting ready to head out to Arizona for a couple months while his opera finishes up the last round here in the states. He’s not going to be stationary until he clears the last state they’re scheduled to have the opera in.”
“She’s the best, Drake. And I trust her with my life. Let me call her. I can’t promise anything, but she might be willing to uproot for a few months. She can also get you information that might help you figure out who the whack job stalker is.”
“It would make Geneva happy,” he nodded. It would put her at ease at least.” Recently she had been talking about putting her own tour on hold just to go stay by Harrison’s side. As if he wanted his wife putting herself in danger for a man who didn’t seem to care if he caught a bullet—or something worse. No way did Drake want to risk Geneva on this.
“I’ll call her and then I’ll get back to you.” Thomas quickly changed the subject as Eve approached.
“You two aren’t talking business are you?” She smiled at both of them.
“We’re talking beautiful brides,” Thomas assured her.
“Right,” she said disbelievingly. “Are you going to dance with me again, Thomas or am I going to have to wait all night?”
“I’m going to dance with my little sister,” he twisted a tendril of her spiral curls in his finger. “I can’t believe you’re going to be all the way out in California. It’s so far.”
“I’ll be okay. I’ll have Adam. And you can come visit me anytime.”
“Yeah,” he mumbled. Drake could tell Thomas was not set at ease with the “come visit,” statement.
“And we’ll be back often anyway. Adam has to get through the training program, but once things are set he wants to get back to see his family in Vermont. And of course we’re going to come see you.”
“You better,” he said sternly. “Otherwise I’ll hunt you down.”
She laughed. “I don’t doubt that you would.” She took his hand in her hand. “Look, Adam’s busy with his brothers, talking about God only knows what; come dance with me.” She tugged on his hand. “Excuse us, Drake?”
“Of course,” he smiled as he watched the two head off onto the dance floor. The two of them shared a bond that could never be broken. He admired that bond from a far. He made it his mission, from that day forth, to make sure none of Sabian’s men got as close to Eve again as they had this time. He was working hard trying to track down Sabian and his gang, and now he was going to step up his pursuit. This was the one thing he could do for his friend, the one thing he could do to ensure that Thomas had a chance at the happiness he deserved. God help him, he was going to find Sabian. One way or another he was going to find him.
About the Author
Capri Montgomery is the bestselling author of books including Ride A Cowboy, Across the Lake, The Thirteenth Floor, 1965, The Admiral’s Daughter, and The Geneva Project. She enjoys nature—unless the insects are biting her, traveling, old movies, art, photography and music.
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