Chapter 55
Duncan slowed the boat, easing into the pond at the end of the lake.
Annie had cut through the ropes and threw the knife overboard. There would be no knife in her ribs today, thank God. Somehow in all this, Duncan had not noticed what she’d been doing. Now he turned back to her—his upturned mouth more like a snarl than a grin.
“We’re here,” he said. “Home sweet home.”
Maybe you are, sweetheart, Annie thought. But this isn’t my home. Not yet.
Maybe you are, sweetheartBut this isn’t my home. Not yet.They trolled into the middle of the pond and Duncan cut the motor. “Too bad the rain is slowing down. But you can’t have everything, I suppose.”
But just enough to push the bastard into the water and take off, Annie thought.
But just enough to push the bastard into the water and
