Guilty as Sin
Chapter One
"If I were after you for nefarious purposes," he said as he advanced
on her, "would I be so careless as to approach you here?"
He pulled a gloved hand from his pocket and gestured gracefully to
the parking lot, like a magician drawing attention to his stage.
"If I wanted to harm you," he said, stepping closer, "I would be
smart enough to follow you home, find a way to slip into your house
or garage, catch you where there would be little chance of witnesses
or interference." He let those images take firm root in her mind.
"That's what I would do if I were the sort of rascal who preys on
women." He smiled again. "Which I am not."
"Who are you and what do you want?" Ellen demanded, unnerved by the
fact that a part of her brain catalogued his manner as charming. No,
not charming. Seductive. Disturbing.
"Jay Butler Brooks. I'm a writer-true crime. I can show you my
driver's license if you'd like," he offered, but made no move to
reach for it, only took another step toward her, never letting her
get enough distance between them to diffuse the electric quality of
the tension.
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