Stolen: a Novel of Romantic Suspense
“Almost.
But Darcy had stood outside and heard the phone ring, then listened to the conversation … courtesy of some of the toys she liked to play with.
Elliot.
She’d been talking to Elliot, and then she’d started to pack. While she was packing, she called her boyfriend.
Darcy knew about the boyfriend. He was a cop in that Podunk little town. Shit. Not what she needed just then. But she knew when to retreat. Smart women knew when to do that, after all.
Lorna could wait.
Since she knew Shay was most definitely not around and wouldn’t be coming back for a little while, Darcy was going to take care of other matters—like finding those fucking passwords.
Getting past Shay’s security system wasn’t the problem—she had the code. “She didn’t think to change that one,” Darcy muttered. She still couldn’t believe Shay had gone and locked her out of everything.
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