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“Why do you keep saying editor like that?” she asked.

“Do you know why they wanted Antonio dead?” He ignored her question.

“No.” She really wasn’t any good at lying at all.

He let out a breath. Until he could get the full story from her, he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. And if that meant he had to keep her on a short leash, he would.

Looking over at her, he grinned. The idea had more merit with each passing moment.

Chapter Six

Nora woke up to thecar rattling up a dirt road. Seeing all the trees and secluded area around her made her heart start racing. This looked like a perfect place to dump a body.

But she was with Greg. Her self-appointed bodyguard. Why would he kill her himself when he could just hand her over to the Santinellis. She didn’t like lying, and she wasn’t particularly good at it. But she didn’t see much of a choice at the moment.

After another turn, he pulled the car up to a small cabin. He parked on the side of the building.

“Where are we?” she asked, hoping for more than the obvious.

“This is my hunting cabin,” he said with a grin. She hadn’t seen him smile like that before. A little sarcasm leaked into his words, but he seemed pleased with whatever joke he was telling.

“You hunt?” No antlers decorated the outside of the cabin, although it looked relatively new. Maybe he just hadn’t had time to get them all hung yet.

“Not animals.” He shrugged and climbed out of the car, leaving her to wonder what the hell he was talking about.

She climbed out of the air-conditioned car into the warm early evening air. Rays from the sun streaked through the trees but didn’t interrupt the shade they provided.

Nora followed Greg to the front door of the cabin, while surveying the area. Other than the worn tracks from vehicles coming and going, there wasn’t much of a road from the cabin to the main road they’d been on. And even that one was more rocks and grass than road. If she managed to get away from him, she’d have a several-hour trek on her hands before she had any possibility of meeting a neighbor or another car.

Without sunlight, she wouldn’t chance getting lost in the woods. She’d have to wait until morning to scope out a better strategy of escape.

He pushed the door open and gestured for her to enter. The scent of fresh paint welcomed her as she stepped inside. It wasn’t much of a cabin. A small living area off an even smaller cooking space.

“There’s a bedroom down the hall and the washroom is down there too. Don’t drink the water though. I just had the indoor plumbing installed and the water might have some rust in it until it’s been running for a bit.”

“One bedroom?” she asked, scratching the back of her elbow. Damn mosquitoes.

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