f an hour, the burning emptiness in

ven if she had to chew on raw celery, she needed food now. Cracking the door open, she

rvice elevator, a heavy mechanical lock clicked lou

ognized it immediately from the book: the entrance to Garrett's underground safe room, a private bunker fille

his waist, exposing broad, sculpted pecs and tight abs. Cold water dripped from his dark hair, rolling down h

elves to the deep grooves of his eight-pack, and she

g onto her like a predator. In three long strides, his dress shoes

u spyin

the lingering aggression of his condition. Geo

arving and looking

right hand shot out, his fingers clampin

rs, the frantic voice blasted

the bunker? Didn't the book say he locks himself in i

ently, his grip tightening until

wonder he ends up doing all that kinky stuff with

ing across his eyes. Nobody outside his personal physician knew about his neurolo

ches from hers, his voice d

se do yo

is eyes, Georgia forced tears into

ything, I swear!

I know all your dirty secrets backwards and forwards

l face, Garrett felt a bizarre mix of rage and sheer absurdity. He flung her wrist aw

the hallway went dead quiet again,

inating. He could hear every single thought in his wife's head whenever he touched h

oward the main corridor, ready to bolt

o the left. Stay

e hall, leaving Garrett standing in the shadows outside the steel door, hi