The Way You Make Me Feel
Inside the palatial white house Damien Steele frowned at the prolonged chiming at his door.
"Okay!" he yelled. "I'm coming!"
He glanced at the woman he had been talking to and walked away. If it was company, he thought, they picked a poor time tonight. At the door he looked through the peephole, gasped, quickly opened the door and caught the woman who lurched toward him.
"Please help me," she murmured as his arms went around her.
"Stevie, what in the hell happened to you?" She said something unintelligible, and he pushed the door shut and guided her toward an overstuffed chair. He helped her into it, searching her face as he knelt beside her, rubbing her hands.
Behind him, the beautiful dark-blonde, Honi Holmes, spoke. "I was leaving at your request, but now it seems you'll need me. So the redoubtable Stevie Simms is having trouble? I'll call the police, and maybe an ambulance. Looks like she's been attacked."
The injured woman rallied and leaned forward. "No. No police. You've got to believe me, no police. I'll be all right." Her voice sounded piteous as she mumbled, "It's just that I don't know who I am. I came to in the woods an ... read full excerpt from: The Way You Make Me Feel ebook
