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Название: Killer Cargo
Автор: Dana Mentink
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired
isbn: 9781408966310
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“Folks don’t chase down other folks,” Cy said. “Unless there’s good reason.”
Maria felt her remaining energy ebbing, like a balloon leaking helium. “I’m the victim here. I lost my plane because I trusted the wrong person.”
His face remained impassive. “That’s quite a story you told me. I’ve never heard one like it.”
“Well, it’s true, every word.” Her anger rose to the boiling point. “Who do you think you are, anyway? You don’t have the right to interrogate me.”
The glint in his eyes was dangerous. “Actually, I believe I do. You are a stranger who crashed a car that doesn’t belong to you in my creek. I’ve got only your story that bad men are after you to retrieve something you say you don’t have.”
She opened her mouth for a retort.
“Stay put until I get back,” he said.
She straightened. “Maybe I’ll be running along, too.”
A hint of a smile revealed a small dimple in his cheek. “You’ll stay put.”
DANA MENTINK
Dana Mentink lives in California with her family. Dana and her husband met doing a dinner theater production of The Velveteen Rabbit. In college, she competed in national speech and debate tournaments. Besides writing novels, Dana taste tests for the National Food Lab and freelances for a local newspaper. In addition to her work with Steeple Hill Books, she writes cozy mysteries for Barbour Books. Dana loves feedback from her readers. Contact her at www.danamentink.com.
Killer Cargo
Dana Mentink
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If therefore the Son shall make you free, you shall be free indeed.
—John 8:36
To my sister, best friend and superb editor, and to
Emily Rodmell and the folks at Steeple Hill,
for taking a chance on me.
CONTENTS
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
CHAPTER NINETEEN
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ONE
The phone shrilled, slicing through the patter of rain. With clumsy fingers Maria fumbled through her backpack to find it. “Hello?”
Silence.
“Is anyone there?”
A sudden crack of thunder left her ears ringing. “I said, is anyone there?”
Still no answer, but Maria heard, barely, the sound of breathing. A man’s breathing.
The hair stood up on the back of her neck. “Who are you? What do you want?”
Click. The phone went dead in her cold hand. Fear bubbled through her body until she shook it away. Now was not the time to let her imagination run amok. It was just a wrong number. Someone would be along in a minute.
Maria peered out at the view from her plane’s front window. Scrubby trees and boulders hemmed in the remote landing strip on either side. She had killed the engine to preserve the meager fuel supply and had spent the past hour anxiously watching an approaching storm that now hurled branches and leaves across the tarmac.
She checked her watch. Where could they be?
The only hint of civilization in this forgotten airport in the wilds of Oregon was a tiny metal shed in the distance. There was no trace of the people that were supposed to meet her and transfer the pet supplies to their vehicle. The idea had been to drop the cargo, collect the paycheck, refuel and fly back home. Now as she continued to scan the landing strip, she felt her plan slip away like fog in the sunshine.
Her foot tapped a nervous rhythm on the floor as the rain tapered off slightly. Though she didn’t feel very hopeful, she decided to check the shack to see if someone had left a message.
Maria unstrapped her small frame from the seat and pulled on her windbreaker. Easing the door open, she climbed down. Immediately the wind grabbed her black hair and sent it flying in all directions. She skidded on the slippery asphalt.
Still no sign of people.
Goose bumps prickled to life on her neck. “Get moving, Maria,” she scolded herself. The moment she left the shelter of the plane the storm intensified. A strong wind buffeted her and overhead a crack of thunder shook through the clouds. She had barely enough time to scramble back on board as the lightning let loose with a horrible sizzle.
Heart thumping, she flopped back into the pilot’s seat. Great. If the men were running late before, they’d be slowed down even more now. Feeling the need to move, she ducked into the back. Bags of dog food, buckets of СКАЧАТЬ