The beautiful two-story country-style house came into view just as the cab turned the last corner of the long suburban street. With the dark background of the night, the house stood out like a lighthouse at sea with all the lights on which were seen through the large windows.
Mirabelle released a heavy breath and tried to gather herself. It didn’t help. No amount of breathing exercise or pep talk was going to make the next few minutes pleasant. Damn. She couldn’t believe she had walked out of Dwayne’s penthouse.
When the gun came out, Mirabelle had been certain it was a case of, either she stayed and became the woman he wanted or she left in a body bag. If she was lucky. The most likely scenario would have been her body disappearing to never be seen again.
She had always known the man
