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I do know her from somewhere, and as I’m diving into my history to place her, a flash of someone else crosses my mind.

Jessa.

But why her?

What connection could this woman have to Jessa? There’s no way she could still be alive.

Could she?

In my haze, I step out from behind Logan to get a better look at Dee. As her eyes shift to me, her expression slips away, along with the color in her face. She gasps, then covers her mouth with her fingers.

Shit, I definitely know her. Or, at the very least, she knows me.

“You’re not an accountant.” She directs her statement at me before she stiffens.

“Accountant?” Logan repeats incredulously, and we glance at each other in confusion for half a second before turning back to look at her.

“What—”

A female voice from behind Dee halts our conversation.

Our next target comes into view.

“There was one around the side of the house. I think I knocked him—” She chokes on the rest of her sentence when she rounds the corner .

Her eyes meet mine, and my world goes dark.

Standing before me, just out of my reach, is Jessa.

CHAPTER2

JESSA

Shit.

My skin instantly prickles when my property alarm sounds on my phone.

Someone is within our perimeter.

How were we found so quickly?

This was supposed to be our vacation. I worked for months to set up a solid trail that would lead anyone on a wild goose chase far away from here so we could have a few weeks of downtime. Not the two days we are at now.

Judging by the distance of the dirt kicking up from behind the forest edge, I’d say we only have a couple of minutes to get out of here, and Dana is upstairs. Too far away for me to yell for her without being heard.

Our window for escape has closed.

From my spot in the front room, I can see the whole yard. There’s movement in the trees just beyond our car.

If we could have gotten to that car, our backup supplies would have held us over for a few days while we disappeared again.

This has been our life for as long as I remember: jumping around, covering our tracks, and working under everyone’s radar.

Dana and I have had only each other for years.

Outside of Zane, all of our other relationships have been short and impersonal.

We jump around the country constantly. Our only home is wherever we lay our heads down that night.

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