“Bravo, Charlie has eyes on two packages. Repeat, two packages secured.” The gun lowered. Black marks ran below pasture green eyes and down across a firm, square jawline. Dark hair so brown it was almost black hung in disarray around the man’s handsome face.
Mary knew that face.
Relief washed through her. The sensation struck like a tsunami. Dizziness assailed her. Her stomach roiled, but she didn’t have the energy to puke.
Two packages secured. The man’s words ricocheted through her.
No. No. No.
“Three.” She rasped the words.
Intense green eyes settled on her, then returned to Glenn, who’d stood.
“Get on your knees,” the man repeated to her fellow cellmate.
“It hurts,” he whined.
“Not telling you again.” The threat hung in the room, a fourth presence Mary suspected would overpower the man cowering beside her.
“Three,” she repeated. Her throat burned and throbbed with the effort she expended.
The man released his grip on the rifle. It settled against his side from the strap wrapped around thick, muscular shoulders. And arms. Mary trembled when he reached into a pocket and pulled out a water bottle.
Long legs ate the space between them until her tunneling gaze saw only thighs. He palmed her chin. “You’re safe now, Edge. We’ve got you.”
Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model,
actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi's wife all before the age of 13. In reality, her
fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull
day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she's not
cemented to her chair, Cara loves traveling, photography and reading.
For more information, check out her website at www.caracarnes.com.