Holiday Hideout (Love Inspired Suspense: Rose Mountain Refuge) - Softcover

Eason, Lynette

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0373674910 ISBN 13: 9780373674916

Publisher: Steeple Hill, 2011

Synopsis

All Dr. Abby Sullivan wants for Christmas is to escape her guilt. Yet no matter how far and fast she runs, she can't leave behind her past or the grim secret she carries. Then a stalker's threats send her on a chilling journey to Rose Mountain, North Carolina, where she's forced to rely on a stranger's protection. But her reliance on handsome cop Cal MacIvers puts him and his family in danger. To survive a deadly showdown, Abby will have to choose: fl ee again or fight for her life—and for love.

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Dr . Abigail O'Sullivan stepped off the bus and felt the hair on the back of her neck spike. It was all she could do to hold back the groan climbing up her throat as she looked around, trying to pin down the source of her uneasiness.

It's nothing, she told herself, you were careful. There's no way he could have followed you. You're just sick.

The fever had started yesterday. Monday, right? She thought so. The aches and pains had followed shortly thereafter. She needed something to drink. Some water. But she'd been on a bus for the past three hours fading in and out. During a lucid moment, she wondered exactly how high her fever was.

But was it truly just illness causing her to feel so out of sorts?

Even now, exhausted and sick, she felt watched. How? her sluggish mind cried. She'd taken buses, crisscrossed states, paid cash for everything. Her dry eyes burned as they canvassed the area around her. How could he still be behind her?

He's not, he couldn't be.

His parting words made her shudder. "I'm going to make sure you suffer for the rest of your life." Cutting words. Hurtful, hateful words. But that's all she'd thought they were. Just words.

Until someone tried to run her off the road and the police blamed her and chalked it up to reckless driving.

And then there was the series of incidents that frightened her terribly. Coming home to find her house had been searched was terrifying. Then her car had been broken into and her office searched.

Subtly. Very carefully. But she'd known it. And she'd reported it to the police.

Who'd done absolutely nothing.

She snorted. The police. A lot of help they were.

So was it him? Or someone else? Possibly someone he'd hired? A chill shook her, and she pulled the edges of her coat tighter. Her tongue snaked out to lick dry lips. Snagging her purse, she rummaged through it until she found a crumpled bill and some change. Surely there'd be a drink machine somewhere in this bus station.

Her mind hopped back to the person after her.

If he'd hired someone, then she'd have to keep running no matter how awful she felt. Swallowing hard, she grimaced at the pain the action brought. She felt sure gulping razors wouldn't hurt as much. Vaguely, she wondered if she had strep in addition to the flu.

Probably. She thought about the young boy on the last bus. He'd been coughing, flushed and complaining his throat hurt. Abby had wondered if he had the flu or strep.

Now she knew.

"Are you all right, dear?"

Abby turned to look at the woman who'd posed the question in a light Irish accent and had to fight off a wave of dizziness. When her head stopped spinning, she took note of stylish salt-and-pepper hair before landing on the green eyes glistening with concern. Abby guessed the lady was in her mid-fifties.

Feeling a cough coming on, Abby turned her face into her elbow until the spasm passed. Using the tissue she'd found in the bottom of her purse, she dabbed the cough-induced tears from under her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm just sick. The flu, I think, and maybe strep, too, so you might want to keep your distance."

But the gentle lady smiled. "I've had my shot. And I've never had strep in my life. Guess I'll take my chances. I'm waiting on my son to pick me up. Been visiting my sister over in Bryson City."

Dizziness swept over Abby again and she closed her eyes to ward it off. She didn't bother telling the woman she'd had her flu shot, too. Fat lot of good it had done her.

When she opened her eyes, her new friend placed a hand on her arm and led her to a nearby bench. "But you don't care about all that. Here, why don't you sit here while I get you a bottle of water?"

Before Abby could protest, another wave of dizziness attacked her and she sank onto the bench with a grateful groan.

A shiver racked her and she huddled deeper into her thick down winter coat. The middle of December in North Carolina was cold. Of course the fever didn't help. S

Edition details

• Publisher: Steeple Hill
• Publication date: 2011
• ISBN 10: 0373674910
• ISBN 13: 9780373674916
• Binding: Mass Market Paperback
• Language: English
• Number of pages: 281