back, a look that emphasized the flawlessly carved lines of his face, his unusual eyes. Up close those gray eyes would glint crystalline from beneath thickly fringed lashes. His eyes could play award-winning performances to any crowd.
Bree knew that firsthand because she’d been an audience he’d played to. Once upon a time, he’d played her big.
With every instinct shrieking to run and hide, she sucked in a breath that went down so hard she choked. By a sheer effort of will, she forced herself to step into the wash of light from a street lamp, becoming a bull’s-eye in her gold-spangled cocktail dress, a vulnerable target in heels that looked so sweet but made running impossible.
What was he doing here?
She wasn’t waiting around to find out.
Forcing herself into motion again, she strolled along as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She fought the urge to turn to see what he was up to. Taking her eyes off this man was never smart. But she couldn’t let him know he’d been made.
She wouldn’t tip her hand. Not to him.
Not ever again.
Every second underneath a streetlight scorched like the Louisiana summer sun, and Bree hadn’t realized she’d stopped breathing until moving into the shadows again, where she sucked in a hard breath that needled along her skin.
Think. Think.
He obviously knew where she worked or he wouldn’t be following her. He probably knew where she lived, too, but she didn’t have to lead him straight to her front door.
Lose him.
That was the only thing to do. But she couldn’t outrun his car wearing these overpriced sandals….
With her pulse hammering loudly in her ears, Bree eased her way toward a live oak that spread its branches over the street. She hiked her hem high to conceal the flashy gold dress beneath her coat and edged along the dew-slick brick wall.
Jude was almost past her before his taillights sparked red. He braked, and for a split second she could see him leaning over the steering wheel, scanning the street, looking for her.
His car inched forward, and she dared to breathe, hoping, praying he’d just keep on going. But Bree knew firsthand Jude Robicheaux was nothing if not determined.
The brake lights flashed again. He was turning around.
She stood frozen, knowing his headlights would soon expose her. If he saw her crouched in the shadows, he’d guess she’d made him. This little game of cat and mouse would end, and what he’d do then was anyone’s guess. Once, Bree had thought she’d known what this man was capable of.
She’d been wrong.
Why he was back in town was a mystery. Revenge maybe? The last she’d heard, there was an outstanding warrant for his arrest, and as she’d been a material witness when the cops had been building a case against him…
But after all this time? Jude had been the one caught scamming. He had to have known she would cooperate with the police. Wasn’t as though she had much of a choice since they’d been trying to implicate her. Then again, Jude had expected her to leave town with him and outrun the law, to leave her family and stick by him no matter what he’d been involved in.
She shivered. Didn’t it figure he would show up when she finally had the world by the tail, on the very night she’d learned all her hard work was paying off and she might actually realize her ambitions. He’d always had impeccable timing. He’d made his move on her when she’d been too young and stupid to see through him.
But Jude Robicheaux had already wasted as much of her time as Bree would let him waste. He wouldn’t get another second.
One fast glance around the street convinced her there was nowhere to run. Even without the lights flashing all over her cocktail dress, her formal-length hem and heels made her easy prey. He could be out of his car and on her before she screamed long enough to get anyone’s attention.
So Bree did the only thing she could do.
She lunged for the lowest branch. Catching the limb, she winced as the spiny bark bit into her palms but forced herself to hang on and swing her legs high to build momentum.
She tried to catch the branch with her foot, but her narrow dress left no room to maneuver. Luckily the seam gave at the last possible instant, and she managed to hook a knee over the limb and scramble on.
“Argh,” she groaned as prickly twigs and rough bark scratched nasty trails along her skin.
She could repair the seam of her fancy dress, but this was the end of a brand-new pair of seventeen-dollar panty hose.
Damn that Jude Robicheaux anyway.
With irritation fueling her efforts, she reached for an overhead branch and pulled herself upright.
She clung to the branches for balance, the heels of her shoes providing surprising leverage. The slope of the insteps caught the limb snugly, and she was able to gain enough footing to reach the top of the wall. Maybe they’d been worth the obscene amount she’d paid for them after all.
The sedan’s tires ground over the asphalt, engine belts whining in protest as Jude maneuvered a tight turn. The headlights swung around, aiming for her. Gritting her teeth, Bree hoisted herself onto the wall, glancing around desperately for something to hang on to as she lowered herself into the courtyard below.
Light shone through the French doors of the town house, casting the landscape into blackness despite the solar lights along the hedges. She didn’t recognize the town house she was invading, had no idea which of her neighbors might be awake so late.
Whoever he or she was, this neighbor obviously kept the landscaping tidy and the branches neatly trimmed. Not good for her. When the headlights sliced directly below her, there was no place for Bree to hide, nothing for her to do but tackle that twelve-foot drop.
With the wild thought that she should have known better than to walk home tonight, she let go of the branch and fell with a nauseating plunge until…
Something cushioned her fall at the very last second before she landed in the shrubbery with a noisy crash.
“Damn!”
Though she didn’t come down as hard as expected, every bone in her body rattled. She felt an icy wave pour through her and fought to free her arms from the tangle of twisted coat. Another seam split, and branches took out what was left of her hose.
A second passed before she caught her breath, another as she shook off her daze, but Bree didn’t dare move until assessing the damage. All things considered, she’d have expected that drop to be a lot worse. She had no idea what had broken her fall—had her coat caught on a branch and slowed her descent?
She didn’t get a chance to find out.
By the time she’d determined she’d live, despite some stinging scratches and a bruised hip that would wind up the color of a bayou sunrise, a shadow sliced across the light illuminating the courtyard.
Great. Someone was coming.
She
