Beth sat on the couch, the chef’s knife stowed underneath its cushions.
Its presence will give me some comfort, some confidence. I need to be firm. I just need to have it near me, just in case.
In spite of these thoughts, alarms went off inside her. The adrenaline pulsed hotly through her veins. Her breathing grew shallow. I have to get a hold on myself. Calm and cool is the way to play it. She forced herself to take a deep breath, to let it out slowly, closing her eyes for just a moment.
Abbott paced in front of her. He was dressed all in black, combat boots, jeans, and a form-fitting T-shirt. For someone who professed distaste for being admired, he certainly played a contrary part. A woman dresses like that and she’s asking for it. Beth took another breath, wondering if he had just dr
