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Quickly, Lindsay explained what had happened earlier and the footprints Blake had found in the flower bed.
“Oh, Linds,” Charlie cried out. “Why can’t the police find and stop the bloody man?”
“Good question. And that’s why I’ve decided to go with Eleanor and Brooke tomorrow when they visit you guys. I’m quite happy to stay elsewhere if you don’t have enough room...”
“Don’t be silly. There’s more than enough room for everyone in Logan’s apartment, and I’ll feel a whole lot better if I have eyes on you. But, Linds, is that the best thing to do right now? What does Blake say about your coming to Seattle?”
“Blake can’t forever be stuck here with me; he needs to get on with his life and so do I. So how’s Baby?”
Charlie laughed. “Talking about Baby isn’t always going to work. But Baby is fine, growing by the day.”
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Blake’s body was stillnot back to normal when he headed down the stairs again. He wanted to check the street again while Lindsay was in the kitchen. How he’d managed to walk away from her minutes earlier, he still didn’t quite know.
No woman had ever had this effect on him. He liked sex, loved kissing women, but this weird connection, for lack of a better description, he felt with Lindsay was way beyond anything he’d experienced before. And he knew if he kissed her it wasn’t going to end there.
As he neared the lower steps, he heard Lindsay’s voice.
“Blake can’t forever be stuck here with me; he needs to get on with his life and so do I,” Lindsay was saying. “So how’s Baby?”
Frowning, he opened the front door and walked outside. The “how’s Baby” meant Lindsay was talking to Charlie. But why would she mention he needed to get on with his life? An uneasiness settled in his gut. She was up to something. The question was, what?
Outside, he walked out into the street and looked up and down. He’d made a mental note of the types of cars Lindsay’s neighbors drove, and at the moment there weren’t any strange cars in sight.
As he walked back towards the house, Lindsay’s words replayed over and over again. Getting on with his life...
Once Mark Taylor was caught, there wouldn’t be any reason to be in Lindsay’s life. A hole the size of Texas opened up inside him. Rubbing his chest, he swore. He wasn’t getting involved with Lindsay or any other woman. Ever.
Maybe if he kept reminding him of his resolve, these strange feelings would eventually go away. They had to.
Chapter 8
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The next morning, whenLindsay got into the back of Brooke’s car, it was a quarter past six and still dark. The flight to Bozeman was scheduled to leave at quarter to eight. Eleanor was sitting in front next to Brooke, and Brooke’s six-year-old son was also in the back.
