To give is a virtue. But to give your very self, the ultimate bequest. Offered in love, it can be wondrous. Offered in desperation, it can be deadly.
In Book Two of this three-part epic, young and tempting Kate Simmons at last seemed to have reached a safe haven of happiness when she moved in with Neil, ambitious and persevering, both in his legal practice and his love life. Taking great care to protect his trophy and the surprise he had in mind for Kate, Neil hired security to accompany his soon-to-be fiancée on a scavenger hunt of a lifetime. As Book Three continues their saga, it is life itself that is in the balance when Kate becomes the hunted as the jilted Roger snatches his prey.
The obsessed minds of Neil and Roger now take aim squarely at each other — with a bare and exposed Kate directly in the crossfire. Knowing her very life will be the winner’s spoil, Kate stares agony in its ghastly face as it approaches for the death dance.
There is no time, no place, no safety in a war of fixation. A war in which the winner will be either the last one standing, or the last one to die.
“Roger, why did you feel you had to threaten me with a syringe? You’ve tied me to the door. This doesn’t make sense. You’re my friend.”
“Kate, I’ve been very angry since you left me. I came to you and poured my heart out, telling you my feelings. And what did you do? You disappeared and cheated on me with Statton. This is the way it’s going to be for now. My way, not your way,” Roger practically shouted.
Her questions made him more agitated, so she decided to try another tactic. Reaching over and placing her hand on his thigh, she said in a soft voice, “You’re right. I was thoughtless and I hurt you. For that I am very sorry. Do you think you could find it in your heart to forgive me?”
Even though Roger was looking forward, she could see him visibly relax and some of the tension between them dissipated. He seemed to be mulling over what she had just said.
“In time, I’ll be able to forgive you Kate.”
Maybe talking about Jacob would lighten the mood a little more. “Is that adorable boy in the backseat, Jacob?” she asked.
“Yes, it is,” Roger said, concentrating on driving.
“He looks like a little angel sleeping there,” Kate said, knowing that Jacob was Roger’s pride and joy.