BLISS STOOD IN THE smaller bedroom over the garage, listening for sounds of the car.Travis was leaving.He was serious.She still couldn't wrap her head around it all. Last night they'd almost said they loved each other. You didn't offer to marry someone you didn't love, right? And today they were over. Done with.The hole in her chest was so new and raw she didn't really feel it yet. She was just...numb.Travis' rental backed out of the garage. She stepped to the side, out of his line of sight. It was one thing to wait around, mooning and depressed, it was another for him to know how much this hurt.What had she done wrong? What was wrong with her?She wiped her hand across her cheek. The tears she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry streamed down her cheeks. She pressed her back to the wall and slid to the carpet.Seven days. Was it really possible to fall in love with someone that fast?Her broken heart said yes.She hadn't harbored any kind of illusions. Yes, s
TRAVIS HIT THE GROUND, rolling and grabbing for the firearm in his boot holster. Every fiber of his body was hyper aware of his surroundings. His left arm burned, and he couldn't feel his fingers. There wasn't time to worry about the injury now, not with someone firing a gun at him. Adrenaline fueled his need to survive. Bliss. He had to get back to her. Had to protect her. She wasn't safe.He rose to his knees, gun raised and pointed toward the front of the SUV where he'd glimpsed the shooter.Daniel.It had to be him. Travis had caught a glimpse of a familiar car. The nagging sense that something was wrong had just started low in his gut, and then he saw the blast of muzzle fire. From there he operated on instinct, dropping to the ground, narrowly avoiding the shot.How had Daniel found him so fast? Why was he after Travis? What had changed to make him deviate from the plan? Daniel went after the girls and transient junkies.Pinpricks of pain started in the fingers on his l
BLISS SAT ON THE sofa, mindlessly staring at the TV. She was numb to it all. Her life was done with, at least as she'd known it. And Travis was gone. The cops had already told her that the paperwork for Witness Protection was being pushed through despite the holidays, and that meant that in twenty-four hours Bliss Giles would cease to exist. She'd become someone else. A stranger. None of it mattered anymore.Was this how it felt like for Wendy? Was this depression? She'd always fought her way through the tough times, determined to make things better but now... It wasn't worth it. Travis had made that clear.A man had never meant so much to her before. She'd never allowed them to, if she were honest with herself. Nice guys fit into a box in her life, one where she still had time and attention to pick up the slack for Wendy. But a guy like Travis? He would demand everything she had. He readjusted her priorities, shown her what she could have with a man who deserved to be the love of
TRAVIS KEPT ONE HAND on Bliss the whole walk from the car to the entrance of the police station, his gaze scanning the vehicles in the parking lot. Marcus strode ahead of them and the driver behind in a tight formation around her. Travis didn't breathe until they passed through the secured entrance. His leg twinged and his shoulder burned, but they were minor injuries as far as he could tell.Marcus led them through the warren of departments, moving at a brisk pace. Bliss nearly jogged at his side, puffing and out of breath by the time they made it to the inner sanctum. The homicide department, if Travis had to guess.Ryan and Jade had their heads together, staring at a file."Look what the cat dragged in," Connor drawled.Travis steered Bliss to a cushy office chair."Shit, you're bleeding.""Leave it," Travis snapped at Connor. He'd already pulled the glass out of his leg, and the wound on his arm was just a graze. It was the lack of sleep and focus that had been his undo
"MIND GIVING ME A HAND?"Bliss steeled her nerves and turned toward Travis. She'd avoided him since they arrived at the station, hiding out in the break room after answering Jade's questions. Her emotions were too mixed up for her to make sense of them, and she wasn't fond of making a spectacle of herself. The FBI agents were politely ignoring whatever it was she'd had with him up at the lake, but her parents wouldn't.Travis held a first aid kit in his hand, and his jacket was folded over his other arm. Blood soaked his shirt, and there were several small scratches on his face he hadn't had when he left her that morning."Sure." What else was she supposed to say?Bliss pulled out a chair and gestured for him to sit.He plunked the kit onto the table and peeled his long-sleeved thermal shirt off. Her mouth dried up, and her fingers itched to trace his ladder-like abdominal muscles. Forget about what was really going on for just a few minutes. Pretend they were still in that h
DANIEL HUNCHED DOWN IN the front seat of the sedan. Four cars in less than two hours. He was pretty sure he'd covered his tracks, but he couldn't shake the sense that he was being watched.Damn feds.He was getting too old for this.No, he couldn't be old. Gods didn't get old. Right?He gripped the steering wheel, but his hand slid off the smooth leather. A smear of blood stained the high-end material.Shit. Was he bleeding again?He should have never used the officer's gun. It was different than his six shooter. He'd missed because he'd gotten cocky, and now that son of a bitch was still alive.His plan was screwed to hell. First he botched killing the fed attached to Bliss, then he took too long to get back to the safe house and snatch Bliss from under the cops' noses. The only thing left was to pick up his wife, but even that wasn't enough for him any longer.He needed to get revenge.***FOUND THEM.Travis glanced at the message and instinctively squeeze
BLISS PUSHED PAST THE man stationed at the door and glanced around the sparkling marble entry."Bliss?" Wendy's voice echoed, intermingled with the sounds of a TV and other people speaking."Where are you?" Bliss peered into the two rooms on either side, but they were empty.Wendy strode through a grandiose arch leading to the rest of the home, baby Paul perched on her hip. Bliss stared, blinked, and couldn't believe her eyes. It was a subtle transformation, something a casual observer or a stranger wouldn't notice, but Bliss did. It was Wendy's smile, the color of her cheeks, a slight bounce in her step."Oh, Bliss!" Wendy wrapped her free arm around Bliss' shoulders.She hugged both mother and son, burying her face in Wendy's hair. Paul immediately took the opportunity to pull on Bliss' ponytail, but she couldn't care less."What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" Wendy pulled back and glanced from Bliss to Travis."What the hell is going on this time?" Grayson ca
WENDY FOLLOWED THE POLICE officer and Grayson into the house.Their home.She saw it with new eyes. When they moved in, she was so happy. Each piece of furniture, all the colors, she chose them with care. Looking at it now, she remembered all the reasons she loved it. Her husband had designed this especially for them. A home they could raise a family in, grow old together in.Paul gurgled and waved at her from the car seat."Thank you, Priscilla. Set him there on the counter." Wendy waved at the marble surface and waited for the housekeeper to put her things down."Glad you're home." Priscilla smiled."Me too. Give me a hug?" Wendy squeezed the young woman tightly. Oh, the things Priscilla had put up with over the last year. Wendy would have to bug Grayson about doing something nice for her."This is the last of it." Bliss set the last of Paul's things on the counter while the men tended to the luggage."You didn't have to get that," Wendy said. Bliss never listened. Sh