She ’ d made it clear to her state-side lawyers, Grayson had no rights where her trust or she was concerned. She ’ d gone totally off the grid.
Cate wouldn ’ t be found until she wanted to be found. And wh o knew how long that would be? Even s he couldn’t tell . She kept flip-flopping, riding on the tide of her emotions. She wanted him. She didn’t. God, she didn’t know. Yet a baby changed everything. Despite all he’d done, she still loved him. That she knew for certain. And she hated it.
Happy here in the mountains of Pennsylvania , she ’ d found her haven in the storm. Alone. Without a man. No Grayson. No Michael. It felt good to worry about no one but herself for the first time in years. And she was getting stronger. No one would think to look for her in this remote location, where the nearest burb was Laughlintown twenty miles away on Lincoln Highway. The winding , two-lane country road was a three-hour trip from Breezew ood ov er the mountains.
The wildness of the area suited her.
The rural setting calmed her.
The mountain chateau had belonged to her grandparents. They ’ d lived out their golden years here in the Laurel Highlands in Southwestern Pennsylvania . The house stood at the edge of Linn Run, where Grove and Rock runs joined to create a wide mountain stream known for trout fishing. Chatelaine ’ s Rest sat on a ten-acre wooded plot bordering both Linn Run State Park and Forbes State Forest.
Cate looked at the beautiful home with new eyes. This would be a perfect place to raise a child. Especially a dragon child. The secluded, forest location would give them the space and privacy they needed to train. No one would bother them. And the spacious chateau surrounded by woodlands, with its cathedral ceilings, wide picture windows facing the burbling stream, and open floor plan would accommodate a growing dragon, even one learning to control his untamed nature.
She could raise this child alone . The decision would depend on Grayson’s response to her. For now, she ’ d take it one day at a time.
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“Grayson, it’s me.” Cate’s voice cut across the room.
Michael James happened to be sitting in the livingroom of Grayson Cooper ’ s house when the message came in. Grayson was upstairs showering. They ’ d planned to meet today to go over a strate gy for the Jorgensen case.
He hadn ’ t heard from Cate since the day a month ago when she ’ d unexpectedly left town with that stupid dog. The same day, apparently, Grayson had come back from the dead.
Anger erupted, hot and uncontrolled. He ’ d been so close. And Cate and Grayson had gone and wrecked all his plans. Big plans that would have made him the wealthy husband of a widowed heiress. If only Grayson had stayed dead.
He took a calming breath. He would recover.
Grayson suspected nothing, and Michael had planted enough seeds of doubt where Cate was concerned that Grayson suspected his wife might have played a hand in his accident on that boat a year ago. Grayson believed him.
Michae l had also painted Cate as a desperate woman who ’ d lost most of her money in the stock market plu nge during the recent economic downturn. The trust fund was seal ed air tight. Grayson couldn ’ t investigate his suspicions. And what else would explain Cate ’ s quick exit at the appearance of her husband?
This time he ’ d make sure Grayson was dead before he left the scene, not leave the finishing touches up to nature or the whims of a capsizing boat. How the hell Grayson Cooper had survived, he had no clue. If the gunshot wound hadn ’ t killed him, the sinking boat should have finished him off. But it wouldn ’ t happen again. The man didn ’ t have nine lives.
Michael had been careful. Oh , so careful. Nothing would stick to him. He was smarter than Grayson . He walked to the answering machine and pushed play. He pulled out his mobile, opened Cate ’ s contact information, and punched in the new number she ’ d left on the message.