Beyond them Amanda could see the gate marking her escape route from Fair Meadows. Soon as she dropped off the dress, she’d be gone. Far, far away where she’d never have to see Callaway McIntyre again. A cobbled path led to the door, unlocked as promised. Still no hint of anything wrong. In the vacant house she headed toward the closet door beyond the sofa. She’d hang up the dress and get out. Pronto. Not until she passed the field-rock fireplace did a creaking door make her pivot. Callaway McIntyre, coat unbuttoned, filled the entry. His face was no longer easygoing. He looked more like a rampaging bull. He slammed the door. Its crash reverberated. A dead bolt key, its ominous click filling the room, turned. Amanda's mouth fell open. “I-I-I... What are you doing?” No, no! He doesn't know. He can't know! One corner of his lips turned up in a half-smile neither polite nor pleasant. “Getting back what's mine, Scarlet.” The key slid into his pants pocket. Scarlet. He knows. Sanity fled.
