What Lies Beneath: Romantic Suspense - Plot & Excerpts
I slammed my shoulder against it. The door bent inwards. I focused all my anger on the locked door before me, then rammed it again. The door frame cracked; the wood splintered. With a loud snap, the door opened. I’d put so much force into hitting it, I tumbled forward. I fell face down, but caught myself with my hands. The floor was covered in dirt and paint chips; the room smelled stale and old. With a grunt I pushed myself back up and wiped my hands on my jeans. Stumbling forward, I reached above me for the light. It took me a minute to find it. When I pulled the cord, the light snapped and sparked. I thought it would die, but with a flicker it held on, casting a dull glow on the room. What I saw left me disappointed. The room was cluttered with unfinished paintings and empty canvases. Dried brittle paintbrushes were scattered around the room along with empty tubes of paint. I’d forgotten what a slob Tom could be. The sight made me smile.
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