The Secret Sin

Annie Sublinski gulped down the last bite of her turkey sandwich and scooped her sunglasses off the kitchen counter before grabbing the receiver on the ringing telephone.

This was the third time she'd had to answer the phone in the last ten minutes, proving that her father was right. He did need her to take time away from her magazine-writing career to be in charge of Indigo River Rafters while he was away.

She didn't bother with a hello. "What is it this time, Jason?"

She'd instructed the teenager her father had hired for the summer to prepare the next group of white-water rafters for the one o'clock run down the Lehigh. He was a nice enough kid, but she wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't locate the paddles. So far he'd phoned asking first where to find the liability forms and then the sunscreen they sold in the shop.

The silence that carried over the line was uncharacteristic for Jason, whose weak point wasn't lack of communication.

"I was calling my uncle Frank." The voice, young and female, was not one Annie could identify.

Annie's father's first name was Frank. If the girl had spoken with a Polish accent and called her father Wujeck Franek, she' ... read full excerpt from: The Secret Sin ebook