Trapped (Private Justice Book #2): A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
She’d dozed on and off through the night, but she’d been wide-awake since five-thirty, waiting for Mark to show up before he went to work. After positioning herself on her side, her back to the door, she’d been surreptitiously checking her watch every couple of minutes. As the door opened, she didn’t move a muscle. He expected her to be out cold, and she intended to act accordingly. She didn’t want to talk to him—nor did she want him to realize she was on to his hot chocolate ploy. The sound of a tray sliding over the surface of the table broke the stillness. The refrigerator door opened. Closed. The lid of the trash can was lifted off. Replaced. Then she felt him move beside the bed. Her lungs stalled, but she forced herself to keep breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Steady and slow, replicating sleep as best she could despite her racing heart. Please . . . just leave! After what felt like an eternity, she sensed he’d walked away. The door to the room opened. Shut. The lock clicked.
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