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  • Herausgeber: Bentockiz
  • Kategorie: Krimi
  • Sprache: Englisch
  • Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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Add guilt to my list of unreasonable emotions. The back door opened, and I came back to the present with a start, the sound practically scaring me out of my wits. I should have, at the very least, opened and shut the door for him, and possibly even offered to help bring in the firewood, even though I instinctively knew he would refuse seeing. Instead of even attempting to assist, I’d decided it was a good time for self-analysis.

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Title Page

Under the Chase

Turning Point

Jeremy McHarry

Under the Chase / 8th of series: Turning Point / By Jeremy McHarry

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Uniochlors

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198834246

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

Chapter One

Christopher’s question effectively silenced me. For quite a while, there was no sound other than the steady roar of the diesel engine.

He was right...I should have known better. The problem was, I’d never seen him in any type of form fitting clothes before and I had no idea he was so...built. He was no Fields—that man’s arms were massive and more than a bit alarming—but he was perfectly proportioned with his wide shoulders, sexy narrow hips, and impressively cut body.

Remembering the feel of his torso in my arms, my breath caught in my throat.

I hadn’t wanted to admit, even to myself, that I’d felt a pull of attraction to some strange man during that interminable motorcycle ride, and that had made me even more irritable.

Although I wasn’t exactly sure how knowing my bike companion had been Christopher the whole time would have helped, I strongly suspected that I wouldn’t have held myself quite so stiffly and possibly even allowed myself to melt into his back.

He might not have objected...after all, he did kiss me...

On a less positive note, I hadn’t really given him an option.

An unpleasant thought shoved its way into my mind, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t dispel it.

What if he’s married?

I’d never asked him and he’d never volunteered the information. True, he wore no ring, but what did that signify?

Did I even want to know?

I shivered.

“Are you cold?” Christopher asked, immediately sensing the movement.

“A bit,” I admitted.

“Not surprising,” he noted drily as he reached around behind me and into the back. “Texas is much warmer than Colorado, but the nights can be chilly this time of the year.” After fishing around on the seat, he produced a woolen blanket. “Not the most comfortable material against bare skin, but...”

“It’s fine,” I assured him, taking the blanket from him and wrapping it around me, grateful for the warmth. “Thank you.”

Again, silence reigned.

Of course, I was never quiet for long. I had to know, and Christopher was the only one who could tell me.

First, though, I decided I should try to make amends for my rather rude behavior earlier. Even when I was being nice—at least what was considered ‘nice’ for me—he seldom answered any of my questions.

He seemed to take my mood swings in stride, but...

For some reason, knowing his marital status was vitally important to me. I didn’t delve too deeply into the ‘why’, just admitted it was so.

“Christopher,” I ventured, “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond right away.

“Christopher...?”

“Interesting statement,” Christopher commented, “Albeit a bit vague. Would you care to elaborate?”

“Elaborate...?”

“Yes, elaborate...explain in greater detail...”

“I know what elaborate means,” I snapped, angry with myself for using an apology to ‘get in good’ with him and angry with him for figuring me out so easily. “Exactly which part of it has you stumped? Is it the ‘I’m’ or the ‘sorry’ that seems to be giving you the most difficulty?”

“Since your tone is totally devoid of any trace of remorse, I would choose the ‘sorry’.”

“Well, my tone wasn’t devoid of remorse until you rejected it.”

“I did not reject your apology, merely asked for specifics.”

“Oh, I see where you’re going with this. You want me to specify which of my faults I’m apologizing for because there are too many for you to keep up with.”

“Your words,” he pointed out mildly, “not mine.”

“Ugh...why do you keep doing this to me?”

“What exactly am I doing to you?”

“I don’t know...making me angry...making me nuts,” I said leaning forward, holding my head in my hands. “I’m so confused.”

“Instead of offering up empty apologies in exchange for answers, might I suggest you simply address the subject you obviously wish to discuss?”

Lifting my head out of my hands, I turned and met his eyes defiantly. Apparently, he had no trouble figuring out what was going on in my mind. I fervently wished I could read his.

Why did he have to be so damn smart?

“Oh wise and wonderful omniscient being,” I fawned. “Once again you know me better than I know myself. So tell me, O Enlightened One, what it is your simple servant wishes to discuss.”

“Rachel,” the rebuke in Christopher’s voice only served to infuriate me more, “there is no need to employ sarcasm as a shield. If you desire information, you have but to ask.”

“Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants Shrink, since you seem to think you know what’s going on inside my head...answer the question.”

“You have yet to pose one.”

“Apparently you already know the question, so answer it already.”

“You began to utter my name. I felt it was the correct course.”

“What are you talking about...what course?”

“The reason I kissed you. Was that not the question that has haunted you since Amarillo?”

“No...yes...I...”

I felt foolish. Why hadn’t I even considered the possibility that he’d kissed me out of necessity, not desire?

And even more importantly, why hadn’t the ground opened up and swallowed me already? Of all the stupid...

“You responded quite...fervently,” he continued, the hated smile curving his lips once more.

“Yeah, well, that’s hardly surprising considering the fact that my husband...that I haven’t...that I’ve been alone a long time.”

“Yet you turned down Avery’s numerous offers,” he reminded me in what sounded suspiciously like a smug tone.

“Oh, wait, let me see...” I put my hands up mimicking a scale. “Hmm...Avery psychopath...Christopher psychiatrist...Avery assassin...Christopher healer...what’s a girl to do? The only thing you two have in common is that you’re both male. No woman in her right mind would choose Avery over...” I bit off what I was going to say, realizing he might take it wrong...or right, “over a decent human being.”

“I rate higher than a psychopath,” he murmured in amusement. “I suppose I should be grateful...although, that does rather strike me as a backhanded compliment.”

“A backhanded strike...” I muttered. “Now there’s an idea.”

Christopher chuckled.