The Secret She Keeps
by Helen Kay Dimon
Series: Whitaker Island, #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 30, 2019
No matter where you run to…
Connor Rye seeks solace on remote Whitaker Island. When his first quiet evening ends with a blow to the head, it’s clear that nothing—and no one—is as it seems. Still haunted by his sister’s murder, he’s buried himself in work while trying to hold his family together. Now, when he has a minute to breathe, he knows better than to get involved with a stranger, but it might be too late to keep his distance.
Desire will find you...
For years she’s pretended to be someone else, but Maddie Rhine is done living in the shadows. Old habits are hard to kick however, and when her past follows her to Whitaker she’s forced to hide once more. Except with Connor. Effortlessly sexy Connor makes it difficult to ignore him. He sees right through her…and senses her fear.
Someone is watching her. And waiting for the right moment to strike. This time Connor vows to be ready.
“You’re reasonably good- looking.”
“That’s so flattering.”
“And you seem to make friends fine.”
“How would you know that?”
The women. The staring. All that whispering.
Come on. He had to know . . . right? “Women lined up to talk with you at the Lodge.”
He frowned at her. “We were at the same Lodge?”
She might call him McHottiePants in her head but some of the things the women in the Lodge said out loud . . . wow. Married. Single. None of that seemed to matter. Connor sat in a room and the gazes zoomed in on him. She noticed. He had to notice.
“So, of all the choices to run after, why pick me?”
His eyes bulged. “Run after?”
“Enough with the self- deprecating crap. Answer the question.”
He whistled. “If you insist, the answer is I’m not sure . . .”
“That’s so flattering.”
“And you seem to make friends fine.”
“How would you know that?”
The women. The staring. All that whispering.
Come on. He had to know . . . right? “Women lined up to talk with you at the Lodge.”
He frowned at her. “We were at the same Lodge?”
She might call him McHottiePants in her head but some of the things the women in the Lodge said out loud . . . wow. Married. Single. None of that seemed to matter. Connor sat in a room and the gazes zoomed in on him. She noticed. He had to notice.
“So, of all the choices to run after, why pick me?”
His eyes bulged. “Run after?”
“Enough with the self- deprecating crap. Answer the question.”
He whistled. “If you insist, the answer is I’m not sure . . .”
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