Author: Christy Barritt
"You can't hide from me."Her anonymous stalker's threats are getting scarier and scarier. Now Kylie
Summers fears for her life. She flees her home for the protection of a former military man in a small
Virginia town. But her brother's handsome best friend already has a long list of obligations. Kylie knows
she's intruding on Nate Richardson's life. Even though he promises to keep her safe, Nate's keeping her
at arm's length emotionally. Until her stalker emerges from the shadows, forcing Nate to choose between
keeping guard over his wary heart—or Kylie.
The cold rain felt like daggers penetrating Kylie Summers's skin. She tried to escape its torrent, but the
drops kept chasing her, even as she retreated under the awning of the brick-fronted restaurant.She
pounded on the glass door again, desperate to get out of the storm. "Hello?"The red neon sign above read
The Revolutionary Grill. Yes, this was the place where her brother had instructed her to come to hide out.
So where was Nate Richardson, her brother's best friend and the restaurant's owner? She shielded her
eyes from the overhead streetlight and peered through the door. Inside, the place looked dead. Lights out,
chairs on tables, staff gone.It was almost midnight. She sighed and kicked the door. What now? She
knew no one else in the historic town. She'd dropped her cell phone in a puddle of water two rest stops
ago and she had exactly twenty-six dollars in her wallet.A chill that had nothing to do with the weather
crawled up her arms, an all too familiar feeling. She swung around, her wet hair slapping her in the face.
She backed up against the rough brick wall that flanked the door. Her gaze frantically searched the black
nighttime landscape. Lightning streaked across the sky over the river beyond the parking lot. Thunder
boomed. A lone pier stretched like a decrepit arm into the night. Lights from houses across the water
stared at her.Kylie pushed herself harder against the wall, wishing she could sink into it. Her gaze
continued to dart across the landscape. What if the man who'd given her nightmares for the past six
months was out there? The darkness and rain might cloak him, make him disappear. He could have
followed her.He always followed her.Fear clenched her spine. Her breathing became rapid, uneven. She
couldn't have another panic attack. Not now. Not here.She had to find another entrance to this building.
She had to figure out a way to find Nate. That, or she'd spend the night soaking wet in her car.Nate had
been expecting her to arrive three hours ago, a reasonable time for stores and businesses to still be
open. But the treacherous weather had put her behind schedule, and he must have closed up shop and
headed home for the night. She couldn't blame him.March rain pelted her as she darted from the front of
the building. Her foot sank into a deep puddle, splashing icy water up her pant leg. Her shivers intensified.
An alleyway lurked between the restaurant and gift shop next door. If she could cut through, maybe she'd
find a back entrance to the grill.Her throat went dry at the thought. Still, she had no choice.Besides, the
man couldn't have followed her here. She would have noticed.Right?She stepped onto the cobblestone
street, dodging past trash cans, old buckets and a ladder.She looked behind her. No one. Her heart
continued to race.Maybe all of this had been a bad idea. She should have stayed in Kentucky.But she'd
been hunted there and felt like a deer in the middle of an open field. No, her old life had to be put on hold.
She couldn't continue living as she'd been for the past few months. Yet even here in Virginia she couldn't
shake the feeling of unseen eyes watching her every move.Pictures of the man flashed through her head
in sync with the lightning around her. Pictures of his shadowed face, his hooded profile.Her heart rate
quickened. She tried to push the thoughts aside.The end of the alleyway neared. She picked up her
pace. Sheets of rain plastered her hair to her face.She rounded the corner and spotted a black door with
an alcove. She...