She waited, giving him a chance to confess
She wanted him to offer a good excuse for why heâd screwed up his carburetor, why heâd pretended to need a mechanic, why heâd been looking for Charlie Larkin in the first place.
She could see the battle going on in his eyes. Deep dark blue eyes like the bottom of the ocean. She watched him clench his hands into fists, his broad, muscular back to her, suddenly making her take notice of his size. Her gaze dropped to the jeans he wore and the muscled legs she could make out through the denim. A flicker of heat a lot like desire found flame inside her. He walked away from her so swiftly that she was startled.
But she knew that wasnât what she had to fear from Gus Riley. It was the way he made her feel. Vulnerable, the way an animal can sense weakness in his prey. It was as if Gus could see beneath the baggy clothing to that unfulfilled ache deep within her like an Achillesâ heel.
And that couldnât have been more dangerous to herâ¦.
B.J. Daniels sets her latest book in the backwoods of Montana, a place she knows well. Sheâs lived in Montana since she was five, when her family moved to a cabin her father built in the Gallatin Canyon.
A former award-winning journalist, B.J. had thirty-six short stories published before she wrote and sold her first romantic suspense, Odd Man Out, which was later nominated for the Romantic Times Reviewerâs Choice Award for Best First Book and Best Harlequin Intrigue.
B.J. lives in Bozeman with her husband, Parker, two springer spaniels, Zoey and Scout, and an irascible tomcat named Jeff. She is a member of the Bozeman Writers Group and Romance Writers of America. To contact her, write P.O. Box 183, Bozeman, MT59771.
Augustus T. RileyâThe true-crime writer specializes in women who kill their lovers, and now he has Charlotte âCharlieâ Larkin in his sights.
Charlotte âCharlieâ LarkinâShe thought her luck with men was bad. But Augustus T. Riley proves it can get a whole lot worseâ¦.
Trudi MurphyâShe has a lot to offer menâand does.
Quinn SimonsonâHe and âCharlieâ were high school sweethearts until his car missed a turn on the lake road.
Phil SimonsonâThe chain-saw artist blames Charlotte for his sonâs death.
Jenny Lee-SimonsonâJenny Lee was Charlotteâs best friend until she married into the Simonson family.
Forest SimonsonâIs his hatred of Charlotte only because of his brotherâs death? Or is there more to it?
Josh WhitackerâEveryone wants to know how his body ended up at the bottom of the lake.
Wayne DreyerâHeâs devoted to more than the old Chevy his father gave him.
T. J. BlueâIs he just the strong, silent type? Or is he hiding something?
Vera LarkinâCharlotteâs mother is sicker than she knows, and her daughter is determined to protect her.
Selma RoyalâEveryone believes the old maid can see the future. But what does she see for her niece Charlie?
Rickie MossâHe learned the hard way what getting close to Charlotte âCharlieâ Larkin could cost him.
Earlene KurtzâEveryone in town knew she was pregnant with Quinn Simonsonâs baby seven years ago, including Charlotte.
This book is dedicated to my Aunt Susie in Houston, Texas, in memory of the love of her life, her hero and husband, T. O. Gressett.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Late September
The warm harvest moon cast a silver sheen over the lake and the naked young lovers standing waist deep in the still summer-warm water. Just yards away, crouched in the darkness of the pines, a lone figure watched, trying to decide whether to kill them both nowâor wait.
They shouldnât have been here.
No one came up the weed-choked road to Freeze Out Lake anymore. Not after all the tragedies. No one was fool enough to come near the place late at nightâlet alone swim in the eerie dark waters.
Except for these two.
They began to stroke each other, their mouths hungry as their hands caressed wet bodies shimmering in the moonlight, the boyâs shoulders muscled, the girlâs breasts large and white, bobbing in the water.
The boy lured her out deeper into the lake in a sort of sex-driven tag where he dived beneath the water, making the girl giggle and pretend to fight him off, daring her to swim farther and farther from the shore. The lake was low, lower than it had been in years because of the recent drought, making it dangerously shallow.
The boy swam away from her, calling for her to follow him as he dived and splashed. But a few dozen yards from the shore, the boy disappeared under the water and the girl slowed as if sensing the danger.
Suddenly the boy surfaced like a porpoise. âHey!â he called, his voice a little unsteady. âThereâs something out here!â