Mallory Sage lives in a small, idyllic town where nothing ever happens. Just the kind of life she has always wanted. No one, not even her fellow volunteer firefighters, knows about her past life as an agent for Homeland Security.
Former partner and lover, Trey McCrane, comes back into Mallory's life. He believes they made a great team once, and that they can do so again. Besides, they don't have much choice. Paul Stanley, a twisted killer and their old nemesis, is back.
Framed for a bombing and drawn together by necessity, Mallory and Trey go on the run and must learn to trust each other again―if they hope to survive. But Mallory has been hiding another secret, one that could destroy their relationship. And time is running out.
Greg Villa walked into the food court as if he owned the place. His trench coat on a warm day sent up red flags for Mallory. He must be armed and not afraid to use it in a crowded mall.
Her adrenaline rushed through her body. Maybe meeting here had been a miscalculation. She was armed, with no intention of letting anyone know that.
Her heart skipped a few beats.
Trey tailed his boss as the man walked through the center of the tables. When he reached the end, he whirled. Trey smiled at him.
Mallory stood next to Greg. She said, "Shall we sit?"
Greg licked his lips and looked around.
No easy exit, though they didn't want to box him in. He'd be desperate.
"Let's talk," Greg said.
"Sit and we're all ears," Trey said.
Greg found a chair and sat. His eyes never scanned the crowd. Mallory sat against the wall, her gaze going back and forth, and wondered if he'd brought backup.
No one seemed to take notice of them.
Trey had his back to the crowd with his face to his boss. "We know about your organized crime connection. We're just wondering how you got hooked up with Paul Stanley."
"He's never been linked with the mob," Mallory put in. She knew the case as well as Trey. She might be a little rusty, but Trey had made no progress since she'd been gone. The case had been cold for five years.
"Paul Stanley?" Greg chuckled. "You can't make a connection because there isn't one. And that organized crime thing isn't true."
"Yeah, right," Mallory said.
"Can't believe everything you read," said Greg.
Character Interview with Mallory
2. Job: ghostwriter, but I also teach CPR.
3. Level of schooling, or self-taught: BA in Journalism with a minor in English from The Pennsylvania State University
4. Favorite type of pet: One without hair, but DH doesn’t like reptiles so we have a dog.
5. Favorite food: Pizza, I could eat it almost every day.
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