Angel in the Shadows by Amy Deason Read Free Book Online Page A

nice, young photographer. Ms. Sinclair. His face erupted in a slow, lecherous grin. Now she was something totally different. Quiet, reserved, she was a little more padded than the women he was used to. Maybe a change would be good. It would be something to look forward to once he took care of his other little problem. Opening his eyes, he sat forward, his lips drawn in a harsh line. He picked up the private line and punched in the numbers from memory. The phone on the other end only rang once before being picked up.
    “I have a job for you.”

Chapter 4
    The black Cadillac sliced through the snow silently, a dark bullet in the night. Sitting in the passenger seat, Madison sat as close to the door as possible, distancing herself from Seth. So far, he had been the perfect gentleman. Pulling up to the front of the house, he had climbed out of the car and opened the door, waiting for her to slide in. She had expected to sit in the back but he opened the front door and waited expectantly. Swallowing her qualms about riding so close to him, she didn’t argue knowing it would be a waste of time and breath. Besides, she was freezing. Thankfully, he had the heat blasting and she was warmed even before he settled himself behind the wheel.
    Through the window, she watched the falling snow as they sped through the night, the steady hiss of tires on the wet pavement breaking the silence. Her thoughts settled on Stacy, trying to figure out why she would put up with someone like Vance. She was a gorgeous woman that could have any man she wanted. Did she stay for money? For love? She would probably never know the reason, which was probably just as well. It still wouldn’t make any sense to her.
    “I wouldn’t worry too much about Stacy if I were you. She’s a big girl and she can take care of herself,” Seth said, his voice slipping over her like velvet in the darkness.
    Startled, she kept her eyes pinned to the window, refusing to look at him. “I don’t know what you mean.” Her voice wavered slightly as the unease coursed through her. He always seemed to know what she was thinking, like he was inside her head. And that was the last place she wanted him to be.
    “There’s no sense pretending you weren’t thinking about what happened back there. I heard the same things you did. It happens more often than you think.”
    “It’s none of my business what happened,” she answered, determined not to engage in conversation with him. Feeling his eyes on her, she turned to face him. Illuminated by the instrument panel, his pale eyes glowed in the dark interior of the car, making her breath catch unexpectedly.
    “No, it’s not.”
    The statement was simple, carrying with it an unseen threat. Her feelings of disquiet escalated another notch, rapidly increasing her heartbeat.
    “Just what is your business, Ms. Sinclair?” His voice was soft and insidious, winding around her carefully but with purpose.
    A faint demand weaved through his voice, carrying a significant weight with it. Insipid brown eyes drilled into her, seeking something deep within her. She had nothing to offer him.
    Swallowing painfully, she raised her chin defiantly, “I’m a photographer, Mr. Reynolds. That’s my business.”
    He continued to stare at her intently, his eyes never leaving her face as he drove.
    “I wonder.”
    The tires lost their tenuous grip on the wet highway and the car abruptly slid to the left. Crying out, she gripped the seat tightly, preparing herself for the impact as her heart lurched painfully in her chest. Continuing to look at her, Seth’s grip on the wheel remained relaxed as he brought the car back into the center of the road.
    “Shouldn’t you be watching what’s in front of you?” she whispered. Her panic was palpable. A living, breathing thing that stole the breath right out of her lungs.
    His eyes remained transfixed on her and she fought the overwhelming urge to squirm under their intensity. He seemed to be dissecting