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Don't Close Your Eyes
Sara Orwig
Isabella Devlin's life turned inside out the night she encountered a stranger breaking into her house. Everyone thought Colin Garrick was dead. Yet there he was–living, breathing sexy proof that he was still very much alive–and willing to share his secrets with her. But those secrets might just get her killed…. Colin had come back to Stallion Pass with a mission…and a warning.But he'd never imagined an all-grown-up Isabella would get caught in the middle of this deadly game of cat and mouse. Colin knew he shouldn't put Isabella at risk, but the passion she inspired threatened to put him in an entirely different sort of danger.
“Still certain you want to go with me? It may be dangerous,” Colin warned.
“It’s definitely dangerous,” Isabella said.
“I’m talking about the life-or-death kind of danger.”
“I’m not afraid. Besides, you told me you thought it would be safe enough for a few more days.” She linked her arm with his.
Colin shook his head. “Isabella, you’re dangerous in too many ways to count.”
She laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a man consider me dangerous. Now you—I’ll bet every female you meet sees a streak of danger in you,” she replied.
“I wouldn’t hurt a woman. You should know that.”
“Ah, but you’re a threat to a woman’s heart.” Her voice was warm and sexy.
“Careful, Isabella,” Colin murmured, meeting her gaze with his own. “You’re asking for trouble.”
She smiled. “I’ll take my chances.”
Dear Reader,
It’s fall and the kids are going back to school, which means more time for you to read. And you’ll need all of it, because you won’t want to miss a single one of this month’s Silhouette Intimate Moments, starting with In Broad Daylight. This latest CAVANAUGH JUSTICE title from award winner Marie Ferrarella matches a badge-on-his-sleeve detective with a heart-on-her-sleeve teacher as they search for a missing student, along with something even rarer: love.
Don’t Close Your Eyes as you read Sara Orwig’s newest. This latest in her STALLION PASS: TEXAS KNIGHT miniseries features the kind of page-turning suspense no reader will want to resist as Colin Garrick returns to town with danger on his tail—and romance in his future. FAMILY SECRETS: THE NEXT GENERATION continues with A Touch of the Beast, by Linda Winstead Jones. Hawk Donovan and Sheryl Eldanis need to solve the mystery of the past or they’ll have no shot at all at a future…together. Award-winning Justine Davis’s hero has the heroine In His Sights in her newest REDSTONE, INCORPORATED title. Suspicion brings this couple together, but it’s honesty and passion that will keep them there. A cursed pirate and a modern-day researcher are the unlikely—but perfect—lovers in Nina Bruhns’s Ghost of a Chance, a book as wonderful as it is unexpected. Finally, welcome new author Lauren Giordano, whose debut novel, For Her Protection, tells an opposites-attract story with humor, suspense and plenty of irresistible emotion.
Enjoy them all—then come back next month for more of the best and most exciting romance reading around, only in Silhouette Intimate Moments.
Yours,
Leslie J. Wainger
Executive Editor
Don’t Close Your Eyes
Sara Orwig
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
SARA ORWIG
lives in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband who will take her on research trips anywhere from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara has written historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Keeping to the shadows under the trees, the tall man dressed in black blended into the Texas night. Beneath the pale sliver of April moon he dashed across the manicured lawn while unerringly following the map he had memorized.
Under a leafy oak, he paused to check that the hunter was not the hunted. If he spotted anyone following him, he would abort his mission and try again some other way. He waited in the humid darkness before he ran again.
In an elegant, gated community of the small town of Stallion Pass, he went over fences with ease. As he crossed the lawn of a three-story, red-brick Georgian mansion he noted few lights in the upper-story windows and hurried to the back of the house.
With a knowledge of the yard and house gained from his surveillance he crept to the back wall where two wires came out of the ground and ran up to a small box.
Pulling out his pocketknife, he cut the phone lines to disengage the alarm.
Moving to the side of the house, he hid his backpack behind a spirea and removed a glass cutter from his pack.
There was a faint scrape when he cut away a circle of glass and then unlocked and opened the window. The man hoisted himself up, over the sill and into the darkened room.
The bright beam of the tiny penlight in his hand revealed oil paintings, antique guns, a glistening silver candelabra and elegant furniture. He whistled softly in appreciation. The furnishings in this one room were worth a small fortune, he knew.
With practiced stealth, the man eased into a dark hall and headed toward the sweeping staircase. As he dashed towards the stairs, a door opened. Light spilled out and a woman stepped into the hall, colliding with him.
Instantly, without thinking about it, his training kicked in. He caught her, spun her around and covered her mouth with his hand as he pinned her arms to her sides.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m—”
She stomped on his instep, sending a flash of pain through his leg. At the same time, she jabbed an elbow into his middle, knocking the wind from his lungs.
“You wildcat!” he snapped as he dodged knees aimed at parts he wanted to protect. He had never slugged a woman and he wasn’t going to start with the lady of the house, but in her defensive fury she was trying to gouge out his eyes.
“Ouch!” he exclaimed, a kick to his shin sending a flash of pain through him as she scraped her fingers across his cheek.
“Dammit!” he snarled, wading in to wrap his arms around her to crush her against his chest.
Another tactical error because, for one stunned second as she struggled against him, he forgot the fight, the danger and his mission.
He was conscious only of soft curves, enticing perfume, silky tendrils of hair and female hips gyrating against him, causing reactions entirely different from what the struggle they were having should elicit.
His guard was down, lost in the proximity of a warm, soft body. His only thought, Desirable female. Very desirable.
Too late, he felt his gun leave the waistband of his jeans at the small of his back only to be thrust into his ribs.
“Let me go!” she stormed.
Careful to avoid any sudden moves, he released her.
She had his pistol aimed at him. If she had been a man, he could disarm him. As it was, she stood too close to protect herself. He’d never been able to strike a woman and he wasn’t willing to take any chances now. He didn’t want to make this situation any worse.
“Careful,” he cautioned. “Are you Savannah Remington? I’m a friend of Mike’s. I’m here to see him.”
“Friends don’t break into houses. Get your hands on your head and don’t move,” she ordered, stepping away from him.
“Don’t call the police,” he urged. They stood in the unlit hallway, but his eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could see that she was a beauty. She wore cutoffs and a T-shirt that hugged fantastic curves. “I was in the service with Mike,” he continued. “I’m a friend. I thought I might have someone following me so I needed to get into the house to see Mike under the cover of darkness.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said, edging away from him.
“I’m telling the truth.” He glanced beyond her and saw what she was trying to reach. A cell phone, plugged in to be recharged lay on a nearby table.
“Don’t call the police. I’m Colin Garrick. You can ask—”
“Colin Garrick is dead,” she said flatly and took another step. She was inching back, now definitely too far away for him to attempt to retrieve his pistol.
“I am Colin. Really. Everyone thought I was killed but I survived.”
“I’m calling the police and they can learn your identity.”
“Give me a minute and listen!” he exhorted. “Someone is after me, which is why I broke in—I’d hoped to find Mike. Where is he?”
“He’s not here,” she said, still cautiously easing away from him.
“I promise you, I’m who I say. I’ve known Mike since we were little kids,” he persisted, rushing his words in an effort to get out information that would convince her of his identity. “We grew up together, went to the service at the same time. If you’re his wife, you should know things about us when we were kids, where we lived—”
“I’m not his wife. I’m the baby-sitter.”
“Look, can we have this conversation without you holding a gun aimed at me?” She didn’t lower the gun.
“Who are Mike’s best friends?”
“Boone Devlin and Jonah Whitewolf were his best friends when he was in the service. I don’t know who his friends are now.”
“What was Jonah’s wife’s name?” she asked, still leveling the gun at him.
“Kate,” he answered, and the woman’s eyes narrowed.
“Did Boone Devlin have any brothers or sisters?” she asked.
“He had eight. Nine kids in his family counting him. Ken, Zach, Izzie—” As he talked, he saw her eyebrows arch. She blinked as if deeply surprised and he hoped he was getting through to her.
“If you’re Colin, you gave Zach Devlin a special present on his nineteenth birthday. What was it?”
For a moment Colin went blank and a sense of panic gripped him. Boone’s younger brother Zach’s twenty-first birthday had to have been years ago. Even at the time, the gift hadn’t been a big deal, Colin was certain.
If she went for the phone, he would have to stop her then get out and away without talking to Mike. He tried to remember the gift, thinking of Boone and his younger brother. Her eyebrows arched higher, and he could see his chances of convincing her slipping away.
“My first rifle,” he snapped the second he recalled the incident.
To his relief, her eyes widened and she stared at him openmouthed. “You’re Colin!” she whispered and he was surprised by her shock. They were total strangers. “No one else could know about the rifle except you and Boone,” she said.
“My pistol—” he reminded her.
“Oh!” She lowered his gun, turned it and held it out to him. “You’re really Colin Garrick,” she repeated, still sounding stunned.
“That’s right.” He tucked the pistol back into his jeans and got out a handkerchief to wipe blood from his cut lip. “You must take martial arts.”
“How did you get in?”
“I cut a windowpane. I’m sorry, but I need to be careful. I don’t want to bring any more danger to Mike than I already have. That’s why I slipped in this way. Will he be home soon?”
“Why didn’t the alarm go off? I had it set and switched on,” she said.
“I cut the wires. You don’t have a phone now. Sorry.”
“I should have known. You guys—” she said, shaking her head. “They think you’re dead,” she repeated.
He dabbed at his neck and saw more blood on his handkerchief.
“Come with me, and I’ll get something for your cuts,” she said and turned. He followed her, watching the sexy sway of her hips and remembering the feel of her pressed against him. He shook his head as if to clear it. It had been a long time since a female had stirred his desire and this was not the place or the time for that to happen.
When she switched on a hall light, he admired the oil paintings on the walls, the polished hardwood floor and the crystal chandelier. “It’s difficult to picture Mike in this house,” Colin remarked. As he looked around, his attention riveted on the woman.
