Without Any Warning (A Samantha Jamison Mystery Volume 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The chilling implications threw me. Why was I being protected? From what? My knees felt weak as I stared out at the darkness and the ocean beyond, sipping my wine. I looked over at all I had prepared on the beautifully candle-shadowed table, where I’d foolishly buried any chance of plying my culinary skills. What a joke! Here I was honing in for the kill, and he just moved all the players. Mona appeared in the terrace doorway. “…Hi,” she said uncertainly, as she slowly approached me. “Hi, yourself,” I replied halfheartedly. I motioned to my harebrained culinary tactic going to waste. “Have you had dinner yet? My big evening fell through with a loud thud.” “I know, he just called me on my cell. Look, I think we have to talk. I’ve put you in a precarious situation and I owe you some kind of explanation.” I turned to face her. “Well, it’s about time!” I walked over to the table and sat down heavily. Mona joined me. She looked at all the untouched food. “Wow!
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