A Few Lines from Shattered Dreams by Janet Lane Walters
Without a glance at the waiting patient, she strode
to the counter. The aroma strengthened. Hadn’t been her imagination. She turned
her head and stared at the man wearing the green cotton examining gown. She
gripped the edge of the counter. Blood rushed from her head.
“You’re dead.” The words slashed the silence. This
couldn’t be happening.
“Hardly.”
The voice sounded like the one from her dreams. She
opened her mouth to ask where he’d been and what he’d been doing for the past
twelve years. She sucked in a shallow breath. Asking that question would only
stir the emotions she had frozen.
“Don’t bail on me. Sit down.”
Her fingers had no feeling. Waves of darkness dimmed
her vision. The edge of the counter disappeared. Her knees buckled. Blackness
engulfed her.
* * *
“Manon!” Rafe Marshall leaped from the examining
table in time to catch her before she hit the floor. He cradled her against his
chest. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispered. Why did she think he was dead?
He knew news of his accident had been kept quiet because the police believed
he’d been deliberately forced off the road. Who had told her? Had the informant
been the driver of the dark car his rescuer had seen speeding from the scene?
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Janet can be found daily at http://wwweclecticwriter.blogspot.com/
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