“Marcus,” she said, simply for lack of anything else. “Did you forget something?”
“Yes,” he said. The thickness in his voice sent a tremor rumbling through her, stirring a reaction she thought had died with his departure.
He stepped forward, filling the door frame until they were inches apart. The tremor gained intensity, until it felt like a storm was building within her, churning in her belly. He reached down and hooked his forefinger under her chin, lifting her face to his.
She waited, breathless, to see what he would do. Behind him, the holiday lights on her neighbors’ homes sparkled in the background like a million multicolored stars, giving the world—this moment—an unreal, almost magical feel. She knew it should be cold, felt the wind blowing past and around them, saw their breaths mixing and rising into the air. All she registered was heat, from that small spot where his finger met her chin, the only place where they were touching, from his eyes poring over her face and staring deep into her own.
Then, as though granting her something she’d been waiting an eternity for, he finally lowered his mouth to hers.
Silent Night Stakeout
Kerry Connor
Many thanks to Allison Lyons for her enthusiasm for this story.
With gratitude to all the Harlequin Intrigue authors whose books made me dream of joining their ranks, for showing me how it’s done.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A lifelong mystery reader, Kerry Connor first discovered romantic suspense by reading Harlequin Intrigue books and is thrilled to be writing for the line. Kerry lives and writes in New York.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Regina Garrett —A client’s murder turns the defense attorney into a target herself.
Marcus Waters —The homicide detective has an instinctive dislike for defense attorneys, but isn’t about to let that stop him from solving this case—and keeping Regina safe.
Jeremy Decker —He knew something someone would kill to keep quiet.
Lauren Decker —If Jeremy’s sister knows what secrets her brother was keeping, she isn’t telling.
Jeff Polinsky —Marcus’s partner doesn’t bother to hide his dislike of Regina.
Cole Madison —Is the wealthy man a simple crime victim, or something more?
Tracy Madison —A woman who is possessive toward what she considers hers.
Donald Gaines —A man with powerful connections and no qualms about using them.
Eric Howard —How much does Jeremy’s childhood friend know?
Troy Lewis —Lauren’s ex-boyfriend is nothing but trouble.
Adrian Moore —His responsibilities extend far beyond his job description.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Prologue
Jeremy Decker sat in the driver’s seat of the parked car, hands clenched on the steering wheel, and tried to fight the fear gripping his body.
The feeling was nothing new. It seemed as if he’d spent the past year being afraid, ever since the night the police had arrested him. He still remembered the shock and terror of those moments when they’d slapped the cuffs on and dragged him away. The first days after the arrest had been nerve-racking because he hadn’t known what would happen next. Then there’d been all the long months in jail when he’d been scared to sleep, scared to turn his back on anyone, scared that he’d never see the outside again.
But never in his life had he been as scared as he was right now.
Outside, the temperature was almost zero. A thick layer of snow was on the ground, the wind blowing gusts of it across the deserted street. He knew the cold had to be seeping into the vehicle more and more every moment he sat there. White puffs of air appeared in front of his face with every breath he took. He barely felt it, unable to feel anything but the fear holding him in place.
He didn’t make a move to restart the engine and turn on the heat. It would only delay what he needed to do. He needed to push the door open. He needed to get out of the car and walk into the office building where his lawyer was waiting for him. He needed to get help.
He needed to tell.
Just the thought of it made him swallow hard, his lungs tightening painfully in his chest. The idea was terrifying, no matter how much he knew he had to do it. Ms. Garrett would know what to do. She’d fought hard for him, done everything she could for him, gotten him out of jail.
Now, though, he couldn’t help but wish she hadn’t fought so hard, had left him there, where it suddenly seemed so much safer.
Lost in his thoughts, he barely had time to react to the sound of the back door being wrenched open before someone slid into the seat behind him.
He jerked his head up to meet the intruder’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He felt no surprise at what he saw. There was only the fear, rising another notch to outright horror.
“Does she know? Did you tell her?”
He somehow managed to make his throat move, to force out the sound. “No.”
“But you were going to, weren’t you?”
There was no point in lying. He was sure the answer was written all across his face. He couldn’t keep it from his eyes as they stared back at those in the mirror.
Staring
