Everything to Lose (Moonlight Dating Series #2) Read Online Free PDF

was an envelope with Lisbeth’s name scrawled on the surface. Old-world style, regal handwriting with fancy curls and loops – similar to Edwardian Script on Word documents but with bigger flourishes.
    Unusual and bold. She wondered, who i s Jeanette Lagrange? Creative, free-thinking, not easy to deal with… she could only guess as Lagrange never met with clients or business contacts, including those whose services she sought.
    Why did she want to stay alone, a phone or computer the perfect screen between her and the outside world? Did she go grocery shopping or out for a meal? Did she have friends in her town? Perhaps she was like this only in business, but over the last few years Lisbeth had formed an email friendship with Jeanette that took off when Dane finished his development project for her site. After she and Dane split, Jeanette had given her confidence and strength from afar. Their connection could easily have led to meeting face-to-face. Something that Jeanette never suggested.
    Lisbeth focused on the envelope while her traitorous thoughts drifted back to Dane.
    Swollen and bruised by his kisses, her lips burned.
    The last months were nothing she’d like to relive, but she’d come to grips with life in a sense. Although she hadn’t moved on as far as engaging her heart elsewhere, she’d gotten comfortable in her own skin, her own space.
    It took one visit from Dane to swipe down the flimsy house of cards she’d built in recent months .
    Fine now. So she’d given in to her weakness and had sex with him. How did this factor in the equation other than he had her brain in knots?
    She and Dane were divorced. That was supposed to be end of story.
    But he’d thrown her for a loop.
    What to do?
    She sighed heavily—let her frustration loose with the exhale—and leaned forward on the table, her forehead in her palm. The tea had cooled down. She took a sip and put it to the side ; she didn’t want it any more. What she wanted was some peace.
    She let the calm seep into her, blotted out any surrounding sound that would remind her she was in the world.
    Moments were gone, moments she’d never get back, but phasing out in a sort of semi-meditation kept the gnawing anxiety at bay. The thoughts hovered in the background, though. They wouldn’t leave for good. She let them be while she bought herself a little bit of detachment.
    Surrendering to the temporary reprieve, she sat numb, alone, quiet, until her stomach gave an insistent growl, letting her know that she’d totally skipped dinner.
    She spooned some chicken, rice , and veggie salad she’d prepared earlier in a bowl and swallowed the first forkfuls without bothering to savor the food.
    Jeanette’s envelope still stared at her from the top of the messy pile. Probably a generic note.
    After she satisfied the initial pangs of hunger, she set the fork into the half-empty bowl and opened the envelope.
    She unfolded the A4 sheet of paper and read the printed words .
     
    Dear Lisbeth,
     
    If you still care for Dane and find it in yourself to look past your differences, please make sure to take him to the below address:
     
    Bottega Trasi
    Via del Trivio
    Ascoli Piceno
    Italy
     
    When you’re there, ask for Mr. F. Marsh.
     
    This is for you to find the way to unlock his past and, perhaps, reverse the damage.
     
    I must ask you not to show him this letter. Trust me as I trust you.
     
    Your future is in your hands.
     
    With my best wishes,
    Jeanette
     
    Lisbeth reread the letter four times, unsure she wanted to process that strange piece of information.
    Italy. Seriously?
    More importantly, had she gone out of her flipping mind?
    Jeanette wanted her to take him out of country. Some kind of request. And how did she know things about Dane’s life, things that would affect them both, when Lisbeth didn’t have a clue?
    Better not ask that last question. After all, Jeanette’s entire business balanced on her lesser understood abilities, her uncanny knack for