Cain and Abel
Chapter One
If he looked up, she was as good as dead. Jessica was afraid to move, afraid to
breathe, afraid he would hear her heart slamming into her chest from across the room.
How had Cole found her?
She watched him eat his hamburger and marveled at his casualness as he sipped his
iced tea.
Was it possible that he didn't know?
It had taken five years for her to stop looking over her shoulder. Five years to reach
the place where a ringing phone or a knock at the door didn't terrify her. The idea that he
might've crossed her path again by mere chance staggered her.
But the late Mrs. Cole Ramsey, as she humorlessly considered herself, had never
been much of a believer in chance.
Fear coiled in her stomach like a thick, cold serpent. She wiped her sweaty palms on
her slacks and clutched her purse. As she gauged the distance between herself and the
door, Jessica tried to suppress the whimper that rose in her throat. Her habit of always
seeking a back table may have gotten her killed.
To get out, she'd have to walk right by him, and she didn't think she c ... read full excerpt from Cain and Abel ebook
