Honeymoon To Die For by Dianna Love Read Free Book Online

team had leaked to the media how Bianca had spearheaded the drive to prove Ryder’s innocence in J. K. Kearn’s killing after she’d uncovered conflicting evidence. How he’d fallen in love with the woman who had fought for him. The team had created “documented” visits to the prison she’d made over the past three months.
    In the end, she’d succeeded in both freeing Ryder and becoming his fiancé along the way.
    He’d fallen in love? What a joke. He had once told a teammate that when he found a woman who enjoyed the outdoors he wouldn’t let her get away.
    That was BP. Before Prison.
    All he wanted now was freedom and to be left alone.
    The only reason the media was not here hounding him was because the strategic team had leaked Ryder’s wedding to the media ... but at a different location.
    The driver stepped out from behind the wheel of the Van Dyke limo and hurried to open the rear door.
    Not the family driver .
    When Ryder had called to inform Terrence about being released and his upcoming nuptials, he’d said it would be a quick ceremony with no guests. His brother had asked Ryder to come by once he returned from his honeymoon—just as Ryder had predicted to the team. Ryder told Terrence that he wanted to wait until the media circus died down to go anywhere, then he’d hung up and had to listen to Murdock rant that Ryder wasn’t holding up his end.
    Ryder had reminded Murdock that he knew what he was doing.
    Sabrina hadn’t said a word, willing to accept Ryder’s take on the situation, but the wait had made for a tension-filled hour until Terrence called back.  
    Hubrecht had extended an invitation to Ryder and his new bride to come stay at the family home in Buckhead, the old money district of Atlanta.
    Jackpot.
    Even Murdock had been impressed.
    Yep, this mission had been rocking along until now. Terrence had said Hubrecht was sending the Van Dyke family limo, which sounded considerate to people unaware of Hubrecht’s rabid need for control.
    So where was Carlton, the man who normally drove for them?
    Ryder paused at the car door. “Who are you?”
    Bianca released Ryder’s arm and gave him an appalled look at his abrupt question.
    The driver answered, “I’m Jacques. Carlton was required elsewhere.”
    A reasonable answer, and Carlton could be busy with someone else in the family since all of them ranked higher than Ryder, but Ryder trusted no one. He glanced around, checking for anything out of the ordinary, but how would he know what was normal after the past six months? He nodded at the driver, then took Bianca’s elbow, helping her as she slid inside the car with him right behind.
    When the limo pulled away, Ryder hit the button to engage the tinted privacy window.
    Bianca pulled off her sunglasses and kicked off her spiked heels. She squeezed her toes, then flexed them, drawing his gaze to legs that were, indeed, smokin’.
    For a federal agent.
    She turned to Ryder, putting a hand on his thigh as she did.
    Out of an ingrained reaction, he growled under his breath, “Get your hand off me.” The muscles in his chest tightened and irrational thoughts burst into his head. He didn’t allow anyone to touch him without invitation.
    She snatched her hand back, but didn’t scoot away like he’d have expected.
    “Jeez,” she blew the pseudo-curse out on a frustrated breath.
    He shook his head. “What?”
    “I was only going to suggest we play some music, but it might be a wasted effort at this point.”
    She was talking about covering their conversation with music, and she was right. He punched buttons until rock music fed into their area at a low volume, but still she just sat there.
    The longer she spent turned toward him, staring without saying a word, the more his frustration built.
    He dropped his voice so low she had to lean forward again, just to hear him. “Look, two days is not enough time to decompress from a place where everybody you live with wants to kill you.” He glanced