THE LAST TEMPTATION OF DR. DALTON - Plot & Excerpts
Never would she have thought that the burglars would come back, especially at night when she was home. Thank goodness Trent was here. Much as she said she could look after herself—and she could; she was sure she could—having a big, strong man in the house definitely made her glad she wasn’t alone as someone was breaking in. She looked up to see Trent’s jaw was taut, his eyes narrowed, his biceps flexed as he raised the hammer. He looked down at her, gave a quick nod, then burst across the room with a speed sure to surprise and overwhelm whoever had broken in. The man was shorter than Trent, who slammed his shoulder into the intruder’s chest like he was an American football linebacker. The intruder landed hard, flat on his back, and Trent stepped over him, one leg on either side of the man’s prone figure. With one hand curled in a menacing fist, Trent’s other held the hammer high. “Who the hell are you?
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