My captor clapped a hand over my mouth, then spun me to face him and I melted. It was Jordan. Without removing his hand, he flicked his gaze to the right—a silent order for me to listen. I heard the click-click of footsteps. Someone in heels was fleeing toward the back of the house. A grunt. A ra...
At dawn, I startled awake. Had Noelle struggled? Why did it matter? How could I find out? I scooped up Rags and slipped out of the B&B vowing to repay Lois for her hospitality with a cheese basket filled with Brie, Camembert, and Fromager d’Affinois. She liked creamy cheeses. When I reached h...