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Sign in. Silent Run. Description Details Reviews A woman wakes in a hospital bed with no idea of who she is. Languages English. That had been the least of his problems. I will miss them, but the mountains are beautiful, and I haven't been away on my own for a while. Besides, the lake has a peacefulness about it, a depth and a secrecy that appeal to me. I want to soak it all in for a few days. Dylan didn't see the lake the way she did, but he had always enjoyed Tahoe. For years he and Jake had come to the lake with friends or family members to escape the overbearing presence of their father, who luckily never left the city.

Dylan wasn't surprised Jake had wanted to get married here. It was a good start to his new life, although Jake and Sarah wouldn't be staying long. They were taking a late-night flight to Hawaii to begin their honeymoon. Her dark blue eyes grew mysterious. I think it starts here.

I don't want to know. I don't believe in your psychic visions. I'm sorry. That's just the way it is. He didn't like the look in her eyes. He told himself to forget what she'd said. She was just trying to yank his chain. Someone took the seat on the other side of him. A waft of familiar perfume made his head turn. The brunette gave him a big smile.

Damn, he was in trouble. Catherine didn't reply. He had a feeling he already knew the answer. But it didn't matter.

He wouldn't let her crazy words rattle him. His life was going great, and he didn't intend to let anything or anyone change that. Dylan turned his head and stared into the bright brown eyes of a woman he'd never thought he'd see again, Erica Layton. Six weeks earlier they'd shared a night—a rather drunken night, and one he preferred to forget. He didn't usually sleep with his sources, and he shouldn't have slept with Erica, but a late-night celebration had somehow landed him in bed with her.

And now she was here with an expectant expression on her face. This couldn't be good, and he didn't need a psychic to tell him that. He sighed at the sharp tone in her voice. Their one encounter had been mutually satisfying, but certainly not the beginning of a relationship. And Erica had understood that. He would have sworn she'd understood. He never got involved with women who didn't know the score. Erica frowned, and her face went from pretty and edgy to hard and brittle. There was a wild gleam in her eyes that made him uneasy.

Was she on something? His gut twisted at the purpose in her words. A quick mental calculation reminded him that when a woman you'd slept with six weeks earlier suddenly wanted to talk, there was a good chance it had something to do with a baby.

But they'd used protection. He'd been stupid to sleep with her, but he hadn't been completely careless. Still, his niece, Caitlyn, was a prime example that condoms didn't always work. He gulped down another swallow of his champagne. He did not want to have this conversation now. His career was flying. He'd just broken one of the biggest stories of his life.

He was on the fast track to success. Everything was going as planned. The last thing he needed was a complication—a baby. His glance drifted down Erica's body. She looked as thin as ever in a short red cocktail dress that was now hitched up to midthigh. Her legs were bare, her skin tan, her feet strapped into a pair of red stilettos.

A sheer red scarf was draped around her shoulders. She didn't look pregnant, but if she was, he might as well face it head-on. Whatever it was, he'd deal with it. Erica hesitated, her gaze darting around the room. It's too crowded. Take a walk with me. He didn't want to go anywhere with her, but he also didn't want to have a private conversation in a public place.

Nor did he want to worry his brother or upset the wedding reception by getting into what could be a volatile conversation with Erica. She wasn't exactly the calmest, most reasonable woman he'd ever met. Even now her fingers tapped nervously on the top of the bar, and she kept glancing around as if she were afraid someone was watching her, watching them. Maybe he was off base. Maybe this wasn't personal.

Erica had a way of getting herself into trouble without really trying. He'd learned that about her when she'd helped him link a state senator to murder. He owed her for that. The least he could do was listen to her now. Has he tried to contact you? Are you feeling threatened in some way? He has a lot of connections outside prison. She slid off her stool. I had a chance to explore. Nestled in the High Sierras and surrounded by tall ponderosa pines, the Woodlake Mountain Lodge was perched on a steep hillside overlooking the glistening waters of Lake Tahoe.

Adjoining the main building of the lodge were a dozen small, rustic cabins. Are you in the main lodge? Why did you come here, Erica? You could have contacted me in San Francisco. You know where I live. Dylan stopped abruptly, losing patience. It's getting dark, and I don't feel like getting lost in the woods with you.

There's a bench. We can sit. The cement walkway was lined with small lights every ten feet or so, but as the path turned into dirt the lights disappeared and dark shadows surrounded them. He tried to call out to Erica to stop, but she was moving at a good clip, and his tongue felt thick in his head.

He must have had more to drink than he'd realized. Where the hell was the bench Erica wanted to reach? His legs felt strangely fatigued, and the scenery began to spin in front of his eyes. It took everything he had to put one foot in front of the other. What was wrong? A sick, queasy feeling swept through him. He stumbled and almost fell, but he caught himself at the last minute. He put his hand on the trunk of a nearby tree to steady himself. You said so yourself, Dylan. Now it's my turn to look out for me.

She took a few steps backward. She was getting awfully close to the edge of a very steep cliff. He wanted to warn her to stay back, but he couldn't get the words out. The landscape took another wild spin.

She'd drugged him, he realized, suddenly remembering the overly sweet taste of the champagne. What the hell did she want? Before he could ask her, his legs gave way and the world went black. Home English Online. Read Book Download Book. Silent Run "If you love nail-biting suspense and heartbreaking emotion, Silent Run belongs at the top of your to-be-bought list.

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Come on now, sweetheart. Chapter 1 Two days earlier Lake Tahoe, Nevada Dylan Sanders took a shot of Jack Daniels from the bartender, enjoying the burn as the liquor slid down his throat.

Painting a lot? I even painted you. It's been quite a challenge. Do I want to see it? Catherine leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Be careful, Dylan. She's one of them. Erica handed him a glass of champagne. He reluctantly took a sip. You weren't on the guest list. She licked her lips.

He's in jail, awaiting trial.