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In Too Deep. Sharon Dunn
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isbn 9781474086271
Автор произведения Sharon Dunn
Серия Mills & Boon Love Inspired Suspense
Издательство HarperCollins
He wondered if she was as innocent as she seemed. A lot of violence in the drug trade was over turf wars.
If she was involved, maybe he could get her to flip, give up some information. The fact that he’d saved her life gave him leverage. But now was not the time to deal with that. He needed to make sure they had truly gotten rid of their assassin.
Joseph cupped her shoulder. “I’ll go up first and let you know when the coast is clear.”
She nodded.
He stepped lightly over the debris and floorboards and then eased up the steps that led to the deck. Once on deck, he crouched behind a pile of rope and boards. He scanned the area around the boat. Moonlight washed over it, but the surrounding area was covered in shadows. He stuck his head back down the hole that led below deck. “Clear.”
The stairs creaked as Sierra made her way up. She stepped on deck and scooted up beside him. They scurried to the edge of the boat. Joseph climbed down the rope ladder first. He waited below while Sierra made her way to the ground.
He pivoted one way and then the other, still listening, still on high alert.
Sierra’s body banged against the boat. She hung on to the broken rope ladder as it swung back and forth. To her credit, she hadn’t screamed, but the noise when she’d hit the boat would have alerted anyone close by.
“I got you.” He reached up, wrapping his hands around her legs and allowing her to slide to the ground as his hands steadied her.
They stood facing each other. His hands were still on her waist. She was close enough for him to feel her breath on his neck. “Sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s not your fault it broke. It’s worn out.” He let go of her and turned, staring out into the brush. “I don’t think he would give up so easily. He’s probably watching the road, thinking that’s the most likely direction for us to go.”
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and pressed a couple of buttons. “My phone is ruined from being soaked.”
He took his phone out, as well. “I’m sure mine is, too.” He stared at the black screen and touched the keypad. Nothing. He’d had it turned off, not wanting to risk it ringing while he was on surveillance. “You know this area better than I do.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I have a friend whose cabin isn’t too far from here. She lets me take kids up there.”
“Is there a phone?”
“No, but we can get dried out and eat something. She has some mountain bikes. It will take longer, but we can take the trails back into town. It’s certainly not the way anyone would predict us to get back home.”
He nodded. “Okay. We’ll do that.” Now was as good a time as any to figure out where she was coming from. “You want to tell me why that guy was after you?”
She lifted her chin. “As soon as you tell me why you were out there when a drug deal was about to go down.”
He caught the note of challenge in her voice. Trust between them was tenuous at best.
He wasn’t going to get any information out of her just yet. She was still too defensive and suspicious of him. “Let’s hike to that cabin.”
“It should take less than half an hour to get there,” she said.
Joseph kept pace with Sierra as they made their way along the shore. Even though he had protected her from harm, it was clear she still thought he was up to something.
He didn’t know what to make of her, either. Was she telling the truth about being out there to help a kid? One thing he knew for sure—he had to protect his cover. If she found out who he really was, it could cost him his life.
Sierra hurried along the beach. Her friend’s cabin was set back from the shore, nestled in some trees. The terrain around this part of the lake was more treacherous and not as developed as it was closer to town.
She was determined to find out what Joseph’s involvement was with those two men. Was he a rival drug dealer, and it somehow benefited him to keep her alive? That assumption didn’t seem to fit his gentle demeanor.
They entered a forested area. She sprinted along a path that could barely be called a trail. The cabin, surrounded by trees, came into view. Her friend had wanted a place that was low profile to get away to write and pray.
It must have been three or four in the morning. The sun wouldn’t be up for another couple of hours.
The cabin was primitive, with only a generator for electricity. She found the key hidden in the coffee can behind a bush. She pushed the door open and glanced back at Joseph. He looked like he’d been dragged behind a truck.
She touched her own hair self-consciously. She probably looked just as bad.
He stared down at his muddy shirt. “Yeah, neither of us is exactly ready for prom night.”
She laughed. He’d picked up on what she was thinking without her having to say anything. He had a nice smile...whoever he was.
She gritted her teeth. Was all that charm just to lure kids into the dark world of drugs? She hoped not.
She stepped inside. “I’ll build a fire. There should be some canned goods in the cupboard.”
Though her clothes had dried out somewhat, she still felt soggy and chilled. Within minutes, the fire sparked to life and heat filled the room. She collapsed in one of the overstuffed chairs that faced the fire.
Joseph spoke to her from the kitchen. “Looks like there’s beans and peaches. Unless you want me to heat something up.”
She touched her growling stomach. “Anything would be nice.” She closed her eyes, feeling like she might cry. Because they welcomed at-risk kids into youth group, she was used to sticky situations. She had seen her own share of violence when she’d stepped into the dark world of drug use. She wanted to help these kids the way she had been helped all those years ago. But she’d never had her life threatened like it had been tonight.
Joseph moved around the kitchen opening and shutting cupboards. The kitchen was only partially visible from where she sat.
He emerged holding two glasses of water. “Thought you might be thirsty.”
She took the glass. He sat down in the other chair and stared at the fire, twisting the glass of water in his hand. “There’s a little cookstove in there. I’ll heat something up for us. If you like, I can make you a warm cup of tea.”
His kindness seemed so genuine. Was he buttering her up for some reason? Drug dealers were good at winning people over. She supposed if he had wanted to harm her, though, he would have done it by now.
She took a sip of her water. The cool liquid traveled down her throat and splashed in her empty stomach. She tilted the glass and took a bigger swallow. “Hot food and tea sounds really good. Let me catch my breath and I’ll help you.”
He gulped down his water.
Her muscles were heavy with fatigue, and she longed for sleep.
Joseph held the empty glass and stared at the fire. “Some crazy night, huh?”
She glanced over at him. She could see why all the teen girls had a crush on him. He was tall. The sun had created honey-colored highlights in his brown wavy, shoulder-length hair. His brown eyes were the color of dark chocolate, and his voice held just the hint of a Southern accent. His skin was deeply tanned. He looked like a surfer who had gotten lost on the way to the coast.
She