pushed open the thick steel door that led from the lab building into the attached parking garage. The heels of her boots grated against the concrete as she strode to her car, the abrasive grinding of soles and grit echoing off the walls of the garage. There was an edginess crawling through her veins, and despite knowing she’d be reporting to help with a double-shift in the morning, she was beginning to think she wasn’t going to be getting much sleep tonight.
She didn’t know if it was the unexplained shadow or the pesky anonymous phone calls that had her so off-kilter. Maybe it was Rick’s eternal pleasure at getting a rise out of her or the conversation she’d had with Eli. No doubt it was a combination of all those things that made her so uneasy.
Lengthening her stride, she hurried past cars and trucks and empty parking slots. She pulled her keys from her purse and squeezed her fist tighter around the shoulder strap. Chances were, she was subconsciously preparing herself for another surprise from Rick.
That’s why, when she heard a car door open, she didn’t immediately panic. Enough was enough. If he wanted to keep playing these games, then she would chew him up one side and down the other like the immature child he was.
Only, that was no child climbing out of the black Jeep next to her Honda. And it wasn’t Rick.
Holly stopped. Stared. Retreated a step as a dark-haired man slowly unfolded himself from behind the wheel.
Rick Temple was merely annoying. This guy made her curl her toes inside her socks and brace for trouble.
When she wore her high-heeled boots, Holly stood six feet tall. This guy was taller. Broader. The brass tip of a cane clacked against the concrete, drawing her attention down to the ground for a split second. When the car door closed, her gaze darted back up to collide with eyes that were gray and hooded and cold like steel. The late-night shadow of his beard was scraggly and dark and added an air of menace to his square jaw and angular features. Despite the cane, he moved from the shadows with a deliberate grace and Holly instinctively backed away.
“Dr. Masterson?” His gritty voice was deep in pitch, but hoarse, as though a cold had settled in his throat.
He knew her name? “Yes?”
Was that her pulse hammering in her ears? Or warning drums thundering inside her head?
The gray eyes cut right to the truth. “Don’t be afraid of me.”
Impossible.
“I need to talk to you.”
This man was no shadow.
And he was no practical joke.
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