CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 13 (inside the comment)
posted by Cat @ 7:23 PM
Sunday, August 15, 2004
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- Name: Cat
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C.R.Myers is a Texan—born and bred in the Lone Star State. A English/Drama teacher by profession, she received her M. A. from the University of Texas at Tyler. As a teacher and professional speaker, she designed and implemented her own creative course as well as writing college sketches, which were performed on a local television station. She decided to start writing seriously only within the last few years. Since then, she has written eleven novels. Black Ice/Shadowed Road was her first published novel. Since then, Through the Shadows, Red, Red Rose, Lady’s Game, Shattered Illusion, and Blonde Logic have been published as well as nine other stories sold to area newspapers and magazines. Through her writing, she has received cards and letters from fans from all over the US and fifteen different countries. The books have sold well and the reviews have been strong, leading to seven book signings and two out of state appearances. Two of the books have been chosen as books to be presented in Austin at the Texas Book Festival.
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Chapter 13
Niki took a quick intake of breath, before realizing that Sally was giving the statement an entirely different meaning than what she’d first thought. She tried to look sheepish. “You know me too well,” she admitted.
“Which one was it? The dark Italian sitting at the bar? The blonde, surf-board love muffin? The one that looked married? Come on Niki; tell me. I’d tell you.”
“I’ll tell you what. If it works out, I’ll tell you every gory detail. Okay?”
“Promise?”
Niki nodded and made her way back to the bar just in time to see Michael Samisen help his companion into her coat. As they started toward the outside door, she had ducked into the shadows. As she watched them emerge from the building, he had paused and turned in her direction, as if somehow sensing her. For a moment she thought she’d been seen, but of course, that was impossible. He couldn’t have seen her through the darkness.
Later that night, she’d remember the incident as being unsettling. The moment he turned, she’d had the distinct feeling that he knew everything and was toying with her much like the proverbial cat played with the mouse. But that was silly. He couldn’t know, could he? And if he ever found out? She felt the familiar feeling of panic that signaled an anxiety attack and reached for her meds. One pill to settle her nerves, one to help her sleep. Soon, her problems would be long forgotten.
Anthony guided his horse through the narrow path of broken limbs searching for some small sign that he was heading in the right direction. She couldn’t be that far ahead of him and yet, he had seen no definite sign of her passing since he’d left the clearing. The trail he was following could have been left by any animal taller than a large dog. Damn her. Normally, he would have just given up and wished her a good life, but this girl was different. At least, Mikelle seemed to think she was. She was more trouble than the others. He’d had conclusive evidence of that already in the short time he’d know her.
A faint sound up ahead drew his attention to a slight opening in the foliage. He paused to listen. There. He heard it again, only louder this time. Moving through the opening he spotted a bit of color caught in the thorny stem of a hanging vine. He recognized the material as matching the fabric in her robes and wanted to laugh aloud. He was on the right track and if his instincts were to be trusted, very close to his prey. Giving his horse a gentle nudge, he moved slowly toward the sound. When he had traveled about twenty more feet, his mount stopped, stubbornly refusing to go any farther. Fearing the worst, he dismounted and covered the remaining distance on foot.
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