Shadow of a Doubt (Tangled Ivy Book 2) by Tiffany Snow Read Free Book Online Page A

letting you get shot.”
    I took his hand and eased out of bed, conscious of my nakedness underneath the inadequate hospital gown, but no one spoke. I pulled on a pair of jeans and Scott’s button-down shirt he’d discarded earlier. My shirt was nowhere to be seen. I wanted to get Devon out of here and away from Scott as quickly as possible.
    “She’s not going with you,” Scott said.
    “The hell she’s not,” Devon replied. “And may I remind you that you’re not in any position to be making demands.”
    “You’ll end up killing her,” Scott insisted. “You might even be the one to do it rather than someone else. Either way, she’ll end up dead. Is that what you want?”
    A flicker of something crossed Devon’s face, then was gone. “Predicting the future, are you? Be sure to buy a lottery ticket. You’ll have better odds of being right.”
    I slipped on my shoes and combed my fingers through my hair. I approached Devon once I was dressed.
    “Ready, darling?” Devon asked lightly, glancing at me. Reaching out, he briefly cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin.
    “I-I guess,” I stammered. I hadn’t expected him and his sudden appearance set me off balance. But even so, the frisson of excitement he always made me feel fairly crackled along my skin like a shiver of static electricity. Though he held a gun on a man, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I must be crazy to be so obsessed with a man like him.
    Dressed full-out in a gray suit so dark it was nearly black, he wore a white shirt and striped tie, the knot perfectly tied in a fullWindsor. The single button on his coat was done precisely up and the crease of his pants looked like they’d just come from the dry cleaners. He had light-brown hair that could be blond in the right light, and blue eyes so light they were akin to ice. Energy and menace oozed from him, drawing me in like a moth to the flame that would ignite me.
    My memory never did him justice.
    “Then we’re off,” he said to me, though he was still looking at Scott. “And I’d take it quite personally if you were to follow or attempt to stop us, mate.”
    I gulped at the threat, then grabbed my purse. Devon headed for the door, gun still in hand, and held it open for me.
    “Ivy, wait,” Scott said, vaulting out of bed.
    I paused.
    “Don’t go with him,” he pleaded. “Stay. For your own sake.”
    “I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m as dangerous to you as he is to me.”
    Our gazes held for a long moment.
    “I have to go,” I said. “Thank you. Be safe.” I hurried through the door before Scott could stop me.
    We were in the elevator when Devon spoke. “I was wondering if you’d actually stay with him,” he said, almost conversationally, as though he didn’t care one way or the other.
    “Did you want me to?” I asked stiffly. I wasn’t happy about him holding a gun to Scott’s head. Though my question was blunt, I doubted I’d get a straight answer. To my surprise though, I did.
    “If I wanted you to stay with him, I wouldn’t have come for you.”
    Our eyes met and it was suddenly hard to breathe.
    “Let’s go,” he said, tucking his gun into the holster at his side and taking my hand in his.
    I was tall, but Devon still loomed over me by several inches. He led me out into the darkness to the street where his Porsche wasparked. After opening the passenger door and letting me settle inside, he got behind the wheel.
    “How did you know I was here?” I asked as he pulled out and headed down the street. Devon never drove the speed limit and tonight was no exception.
    “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
    “It’s not like you call or text me just to see how I’m doing,” I retorted. “For all I know, each time I see you could be the last.”
    “That’s true, but not for the reason you think,” he said.
    “What do you mean?”
    He glanced my way. “If I die, no one will show up on your doorstep to inform you of my untimely