“If he’s back, he’ll come for me.” Rachel spoke the words with certainty.
“Then he’ll have to get through me,” Dylan fired back, unable to hold those words inside any longer.
Her eyes widened.
He put his hands on her. He had to touch her. His fingers curled around her slender shoulders. “He isn’t going to have the chance to hurt you. I’ll stop him. I’ll do anything necessary in order to make sure he doesn’t have the chance to get to you again.”
“And what am I supposed to do?” Her body brushed against his. “Hide? Stay in the shadows while you hunt? That’s not who I am, Dylan. You know that.”
He did. He knew everything about her.
Evidence of
Passion
Cynthia Eden
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author CYNTHIA EDEN writes tales of romantic suspense and paranormal romance. Her books have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and she has received a RITA® Award nomination for best romantic suspense novel. Cynthia lives in the Deep South, loves horror movies and has an addiction to chocolate. More information about Cynthia may be found on her website, www.cynthiaeden.com, or you can follow her on Twitter (www.twitter.com/cynthiaeden).
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Extract
“You should’ve walked away and dropped the charges. Hell, you should’ve just given the case to someone else to prosecute. To anyone else.” Sadness coated his words.
So did fury.
Rachel Mancini jerked against the ropes that held her. Terror clawed through her body. He’d tied her to the chair, secured her so completely.
After he’d drugged her.
The drugs were still in her system. They made her limbs feel sluggish, but the drugs did nothing to numb the terror coursing through her body.
“You should have listened!”
She blinked and found him right in front of her. Adam Wright. The man she’d been dating for the past three months. The man she’d fallen for so easily. He was charming. He was handsome.
He was also a killer.
His hand lifted and she tensed, expecting him to hit her. Instead, his fingers skimmed lightly over her cheek. It was a familiar caress. He’d touched her that way dozens of times. This time his touch seemed to burn her.
“I didn’t count on you, Rachel,” Adam said, his voice dropping to a low growl. “The kills are always so easy. I do the work. I get the cash.”
This couldn’t be happening to her. She and Adam were supposed to go away this weekend. Their first vacation as a couple.
She’d just finished prosecuting her latest case earlier that day. Rachel was a Marine Corps Judge Advocate, and she’d been working on the biggest case of her career. Private First Class Quincy Langam had been accused of murdering two senior officers. Rachel was sure the man was guilty, and she’d done everything possible to give justice to Langam’s victims.
Adam’s hand dropped away from her face. He pulled out the gun that had been holstered at his hip. “I was paid to kill you.”
Her hands twisted against the ropes. Her wrists were bleeding. The flesh had cut quickly against the thick, hemp rope. Rachel ignored the pain. Maybe the blood would help her to slip free of the binds. “I thought you cared about me.” All of those months. The flowers. The dates. The laughter and the talking that had gone late into the night. Everything had been a lie?
“I don’t care about anything.” His words were cold now, hollow. The emotion that had blazed in his voice and eyes just moments before was gone.
Adam lifted the gun and aimed it at her.
“Please!” The cry broke from Rachel. This was the man who’d kissed her? Who’d talked to her about a future, a new life? They were supposed to build a life together. “Don’t do this, Adam!”
“It’s your fault.” His jaw hardened. “You should’ve let someone else handle the case. I could’ve killed that prosecutor, and you’d be free.”
She latched on to what he’d said as she realized just who had sent Adam after her. “Quincy? Quincy Langam hired you?” Keep him talking. If Adam was talking, then he wasn’t shooting her.
He nodded and didn’t lower the gun. He also didn’t shoot her. “Quincy’s family has a lot of money. Money can hide so much.”
“Like the fact that Quincy is a cold-blooded killer?”