“I think we need to talk about what happened.”
“I thought we were,” I said.
Whispers overwhelmed my head. Something was wrong, slightly off.
“I mean what happened between us, before you were abducted.”
My shoulders sank into the pillows supporting me. “Johnny, we were both wrong and stubborn and made mistakes. Can’t we let it go?”
“If by let it go you mean we can kiss and make up now, then yes, by all means.”
I patted the mattress.
Johnny had me buried against his chest before the third tap of palm against the sheet.
“I love you so much,” he murmured. “I’m sorry, Helen. Of all the people who blame themselves for what happened to you, no one was more responsible than I was.”
A cold smile stretched over my lips. Distraction would’ve been satisfactory. Guilt would work much better. Sweet, blinding guilt.
Yes, let Plan B begin.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41