Her captors insisted that the drive was only four hours, but it felt like an eternity. Hannah had been led from the SUV by the arm, taken into a house, up a flight of steps, and shoved into a room. They hadn’t tied her up, so removing the blindfold itself was easy. She looked around. A guest bedr...
She’d slept badly after the fiasco with John last night. So bit by bit—with eyeliner, shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick—she carefully reconstructed her professional face. She would need every bit of cover she could find today, in case she ran into John again at the Firstborn’s office. &n...