Turning Point (The Kathleen Turner Series) Read Online Free PDF

outside my window now, and I couldn’t blink, no matter how my eyes were burning.
    “Where would they send you?”
    He paused before answering. “Iraq, probably. Maybe Afghanistan.”
    I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Active duty meant combat. Danger. Possibly death.
    “Kat?”
    My eyes still wouldn’t blink, and now things were blurring. The lightning streaks became flashes of light, which seemed like bomb blasts.
    “Kathleen? Talk to me.”
    “Yeah.” My voice was a hoarse whisper.
    “I haven’t decided, Kat.” His tone was softer now. “I haven’t given them an answer, and I don’t need to for a while. I have some time.”
    “Okay.” I could think of nothing else to say.
    “I miss you,” he said.
    My eyes finally closed. “I miss you, too.”
    “Good.”
    I smiled weakly. That was such a Blane thing to say.
    “I’ll talk to you soon,” he said. “Sleep tight.”
    “Night, Blane.”
    “Good night, Kat.”
    I lay the phone on my bedside table before turning onto my back. I stared at the ceiling, briefly illuminated every few minutes from the lightning flashes outside.
    Blane might leave. Go back to being a full-time SEAL. I’d hardly see him, talk to him.
    He might die.
    When I finally slept, my dreams were filled with images of Blane dying on a battlefield a long way away, and far from me.

    “Rise and shine, princess.”
    Bright light invaded my eyelids and I jerked awake, sitting bolt upright.
    Kade was rummaging through my dresser drawers, pulling clothes out and tossing them into a nearby suitcase.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my tired eyes. I looked at the clock. It wasn’t yet four thirty. “Why the hell are you in my apartment at this hour?”
    “Road trip,” Kade crisply replied, not even glancing my way.
    He dangled a lacy pair of underwear from one finger.
    “Kade!” I exclaimed, vaulting out of bed and snatching them from his hand. My cheeks burned, but he only smirked at me. “What do you mean, ‘road trip’?”
    He began grabbing jeans and shirts from my closet, tossing them toward the suitcase. “Ryan Sheffield. Remember him?”
    How could I not? An ex–CIA agent given the task of doing whatever had to be done to ensure the outcome of a case Blane had tried—even if it included killing me. We hadn’t found out who he’d been working for, and now my interest was piqued.
    “Yeah. What about him?”
    Kade turned toward me. “Well, I found out where he’d been living, prior to his untimely demise.”
    The self-congratulation practically oozed off him, and I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning. The last thing Kade needed was more inflating of his ego.
    “And where is that?” I asked.
    “Denver.”
    “You’re going to Denver?”
    Kade was still pawing through my closet, grimacing in distaste at some of my clothes. “
We
are going to Denver,” he corrected.
    “We?”
    He glanced at me. “You’re my employee. I pay your salary. Yes.
We
are going to Denver.” He tossed some clothes at me and I reflexively caught them. “Get dressed. We leave in ten.” Then my bedroom door was closing behind him.
    I dashed into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, I was hauling my suitcase into the living room.
    “About time,” Kade grumbled, handing me my coat. I pulled it on over my jeans and long-sleeved button-down shirt. I’d layered the navy shirt over a cream-colored tank, not knowing if I’d be warm or cold on the plane.
    “Wait,” I said. “What about Tigger?”
    We both turned to look at the lump of feline in the corner of my couch.
    “Can’t you just leave out some food and water?” Kade asked.
    I just looked at him.
    “What?” he said.
    I rolled my eyes. “Let me take him to Alisha. She owes me one.”
    Alisha was my next-door neighbor. She had left her dog, Bacon Bits, with me for several days when she’d gone to take care of her sick grandmother. I figured now would be a good time for her to return the