Nine
A cop. Grady couldn’t believe it. She dives out of the chopper on a freaking mountainside and lands in the lap of a cop? It was over. No way they’d get their hands on her now.
Except…
Why hadn’t Kincaid known she was safe? He hadn’t sounded like a man trying to set a trap. He’d sounded frantic. Grady knew how to read voices, to read the nuances, body language and eyes. He could smell intentions, feel motives. Home in on weaknesses like a smart bomb on a target. Something wasn’t tracking right. But what?
Faint heart never won fair lady.
It didn’t exactly fit. Prudence Knight wasn’t fair, and his heart was careful, not faint. He pushed back his chair and walked over the window. The sky had cleared, leaving behind a view that was postcard perfect. If snow and mountains were your thi
