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tonight. Oh, God, that was it! The last thing she remembered was having drinks with Harry. Wine. She hated wine, but he’d insisted, telling her that it was a very expensive bottle he’d bought especially for them.

      Suddenly she felt something brush over her breasts. Hands. Large hands. A man’s hands. But those hands felt strange, as if they were covered in plastic.

      She tried again to open her eyes, but without success. Then she tried to speak, but all she managed was a hoarse moan.

      “You’re beautiful, Dinah,” a man said, his hands caressing her body with gentle force.

      Who the hell was Dinah?

      Kat moaned and tried again to open her eyes. When she gazed up at the man hovering over her, she recognized him. It was Harry.

      Harry looked down at her and smiled as he rammed into her. “You’re always a good fuck, Dinah. The best.”

      “Har . . . ree . . . ?” She couldn’t manage to keep her eyes open.

      “You shouldn’t be waking up, my love. But it doesn’t matter. It’ll soon be over. For this time.”

      For this time? Her mind was still so foggy she couldn’t think straight. She knew she was with Harry, knew he was screwing her and suspected he had drugged her. But why had he drugged her? He’d paid her for her services. She’d do anything he wanted. He knew that. Hell, maybe he got off fucking a woman while she was unconscious. You never knew what turned a guy on.

      He pumped into her, his thrusts increasing in speed. She lifted her arms, intending to caress him, to urge him on, but her arms felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds each. That must have been some strong drug he’d put in her wine.

      She forced her eyes open again only moments before Harry came. Grunting and shivering, he moaned into her ear. “Dinah . . . my Dinah.”

      He lifted himself up and off Kat, then slid backward out of the car. Kat managed to halfway sit up. That’s when she realized they were in a parked car. She peeked out the window. Darkness. She stared at Harry, who stood just outside the open back door. He carefully removed the condom from his penis and placed it in a plastic bag.

      How odd was that? Maybe the guy’s a neat freak.

      After laying the bag on the floor board beside her, he zipped up his pants, which couldn’t have been an easy task with gloves on.

      Gloves?

      Why was Harry wearing plastic gloves?

      Glancing at her, he smiled again. He reached out, shoved her back down on the seat, then caressed the black satin ribbon around her neck.

      “Harry? What—”

      “Hush, sweet Dinah. Don’t talk. It’s not part of our game.”

      “What game?”

      He laughed and the sound sent chilling ripples up her spine.

      Harry untied the satin cord, then grasped the ends.

      When Kat saw the wild look in his eyes, she panicked. She knew in that very instant that he was playing a deadly game.

      “No . . . don’t,” she pleaded. “I—I don’t want to play this game.”

      “I told you not to talk.”

      He tightened the ribbon around her neck.

      Grasping his hands, she struggled against him.

      “Please . . .” Is he going to kill me?

      He slowly tightened the ribbon more and more.

      She could barely breathe. God help her, he was choking her to death.

      Don’t kill me, she pleaded silently. I don’t want to die.

      Allowing the good feelings to linger inside him for a few minutes, he looked up at the dark night sky and laughed aloud. God, he felt great! When he’d come, when he’d finished humping Dinah as he’d dreamed of doing, a great sense of satisfaction had claimed him completely. She had denied him, snickered at him, made him feel like a fool. But in the end, she’d given in and allowed him to make love to her.

      He focused his gaze inside the car at the lovely redheaded woman lying on the backseat. Moonlight illuminated her luscious naked body—her parted thighs, her full, round breasts, her slightly open mouth. Power surged through him, every nerve in his body electrified by the dark energy flowing through him. He could taste her—all that lush sweetness. He intensified the pressure as he pulled the cord until it cut into her neck. As he squeezed the life out of her, the pressure from the ribbon burned into his palms and heat suffused his body. This was the defining moment, the pleasure almost unbearable.

      It took only seconds for her to die. Or at least that was the way it seemed to him.

      But she would not stay dead. She never did.

      He had to act quickly, remove her body and dispose of it so that he could put this incident behind him and live in peace for a while. Until she returned to him.

      Slipping his arm beneath the plastic sheet he had used to protect the car seat, he pulled her into a sitting position, wrapped the sheet around her and dragged her toward him. He didn’t especially like the scent of death, but it didn’t repulse him, either. Actually, the odor reassured him that he had accomplished his goal.

      Resting there passively cocooned in the sheet, like a limp dishrag, she made no protest when he scooped her up into his arms. Although she wasn’t a large woman, she felt heavy, as if she weighed two hundred pounds.

      Dead weight, he thought.

      Carrying Dinah with great care, he tromped down the dark, isolated dirt road. He could hear the soft rush of the river nearby, a melodic lull carrying quietly through the woods. When he neared the edge of the embankment, he paused, leaned over and opened the sheet enough to expose her face, then leaned down and kissed her good-bye. Sighing heavily, he tossed her into the Tennessee River and stood watching while the current carried her body downstream.

       Farewell, my love.

      There, that was done. Now he could go home, return to his normal life and put her out of his mind. At least temporarily. Of course, it was only a matter of time before she would come back. To taunt him. To entice him. To drive him crazy until he possessed her again. Each time she left, a part of him hoped—even prayed—that she would stay away for good. But his prayers were never answered. She always came back. At first it had been years between her reappearances, but gradually she’d begun returning more frequently. Often she returned within a year or less, but most recently she had shown up again in a little over six months.

      He wondered how long she would stay away this time.

      Chapter 1

      Reve Sorrell closed the lid on her suitcase, lifted it off the foot of her bed and set it on the floor. She’d been up for over an hour, after waking at three, unable to sleep. Her decision to return to Cherokee Pointe had been made after a great deal of deliberation. She’d spent months unable to put Jazzy Talbot out of her mind. Back in the spring she’d driven up to the mountains to seek out the woman Jamie Upton had told her was her spitting image, a woman who looked enough like her to be her twin. She’d met Jamie at a party here in Chattanooga, back before Christmas last year. He’d been a charming jerk, the type of man she usually avoided. But he had piqued her curiosity when he’d mentioned that his teenage sweetheart, a bar and restaurant owner in Cherokee Pointe, could easily pass for Reve’s twin.

      If she hadn’t been an abandoned child, adopted in infancy by wealthy socialites, Spencer and Lesley Sorrell, she’d have passed off Jamie’s comments without a second thought. But since she knew nothing about her birth parents, she’d wondered if it was possible that this Jasmine Talbot Jamie had mentioned could be her sister. So she’d disregarded what her common sense had told her—not to go digging around in the past—and had gone to Cherokee Pointe.

      Her first encounter

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