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by Shanade White


  The old man put a hand on his arm to distract him from the pain. “I’m an old friend of the family, when you were found they brought you here to me. I can help; I already have some of my men following Tani and another group ready to go after her with you.”

  “And she’s fine?” Flynn couldn’t help but interrupt.

  “As far as we know. She and the Minister were at the tomb when the charge went off, they were thrown several feet. We think Tani might have hit her head. She appeared to be unconscious when Aman put her on the horse.”

  “We have to go get her. He’ll kill her.” Flynn said, trying to get up again.

  “Soon.” The old man said, pushing him back down on the bed. “My men are following them; I don’t think Aman will do anything right away. He’ll be more concerned with his standing in the government. He was already in poor favor with the President, this will probably destroy him.”

  “How do you know all this and why are helping?” Flynn was sure he’d never met the man.

  “As I said I’m an old friend of the family, Tani would remember me, I’m the one who got her to the American Embassy all those years ago.” The old man said, then nodded at the woman who began to rub a thick smelly salve on his wound. “I’ve been quietly watching, waiting for you to need help.”

  “I don’t understand. How could you know so much from watching?” Flynn was getting tired of the entire conversation, he just wanted to go after Tani.

  “Cooper Montgomery wanted it that way.”

  “You know Cooper?” Flynn was beginning to see the connection.

  “I’ve been in touch with him since Tani went to live at the ranch. I was waiting until she was better to approach her, but this came up and we both decided that by keeping my distance I might just be more useful, and now that’s become true.”

  Flynn felt the burning in his side begin to abate and tried to sit up again, this time the old man reached out and helped him. “You should begin to feel better in a few minutes.”

  “I don’t have a few minutes; I need to go after Tani. Can you give me a horse?” Flynn said, getting to his feet, then swaying a bit as he got his equilibrium.

  The old man got to his feet and steadied Flynn, “I knew that you would want to go after her so I’ve got some of my men waiting for you as well as a fast horse.” The old man said, leading him out the door. When they got outside, he handed Flynn a saddle bag, “Inside you will find food, water, and tea, you need to eat and drink to help your body. My men will lead the way to Cairo, from there you’re on your own.”

  “I don’t know how to thank you.” Flynn said, getting painfully onto the horse that had been waiting for him.

  “Just bring her back alive.” The old man said, then seemed to remember something, “I almost forgot Cooper sent this to me before you and Tani came to Egypt.” He handed Flynn a plastic black case just big enough to hold a satellite phone.

  Flynn cracked open the case and wanted to shout with joy. This was going to be the thing that saved Tani’s life, of that he was sure. Bowing to the old man, he nodded to the men who had joined him and they rode off into the desert. Flynn was already on the phone to Cooper before they’d gone a mile, thankful that Cooper had been smart enough to keep the old man a secret in case of an emergency, now he might just have a chance to save Tani.

  By the time they reached Cairo, the sun was just beginning to come up, his side ached but nothing like it should have and he was once again thankful for the old man’s help. Cooper had arranged for a group of American soldiers to meet him on the outskirts of town hoping that by then they’d know where Aman had taken Tani. Flynn didn’t question how he’d made these things happen, simply done what Cooper had told him.

  “Once you have Tani, you need to take her to a safe house. I don’t trust anyone. Once the video has been broadcast, we’ll take her out of Egypt where she’ll be safe.” Cooper had instructed, “I’ll send you the address and directions, someone will help you get there.”

  As he waited in the early light of dawn, a group of Egyptian men approached and Flynn was instantly on guard, but as they got closer he realized that they were not Egyptian at all. When the leader spoke, Flynn relaxed, these were the men that Cooper had sent, finally he’d be able to go after Tani.

  “She’s being held in a small house on the other side of town. We’ll have to go forward from here on foot, do what we do and don’t say a word.” He ordered Flynn who fell into step next to him.

  As they navigated their way through Cairo, Flynn’s anxiety turned to determination, his only thought of Tani. When they finally reached the house where she was being held, it looked deserted, but then a small stream of smoke began to drift up the chimney and they knew that someone was in the house. Flynn wanted to run straight inside, but the leader cautioned him to wait for his men to get into position.

  Tani heard the front door slam and instinctively crawled back further on the mattress, the knife still firmly in her hand. She could hear Aman banging around in the other room, clearly furious. “Idiotic woman… destroyed my career… going to have to flee my own home…. stupid husband not even dead.”

  She couldn’t hear every word he said, but she got enough to understand that she was now dealing with a very desperate man who would want to make her pay for his predicament. Her heart had soared when she’d heard the part about Flynn not being dead and immediately felt her strength begin to return. If she could just survive this, they might see each other again. But then she remembered what Aman had promised and her blood went cold, all that flirting and being coy was coming back to haunt her in the worst way.

  Her only hope was that Flynn would rescue her, she’d never be able to hold Aman off with only a dull knife. She had to stall him, find a way to give Flynn long enough to find her. Taking a deep breath, she focused all her energy on finding a way to hold Aman off when he finally came to take his revenge. But it wasn’t long before he came stomping through the door, the look on his face telling her all she needed to know.

  He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed her by the hair and drug her from the room, “I’m not taking you on that filthy mattress, I think the table will do just fine.”

  Tani still had the knife gripped firmly in her hand so she didn’t struggle, instead she let him lead her by the hair over to a table pushed against one wall. “I’d really hoped you fight a bit more.” He said, pushing his face into hers, “I might have to do something to bring that fight out.”

  He shoved her onto the table and pushed her down on her back. “Just so you know, that husband of yours is dead, shot out in the desert. They won’t even find his body.” He said, unbuckling his pants.

  Tani was trembling with fear, both of what Aman might do to her and what it might feel like to kill a man again. She had no doubt that given the chance she would kill him and that knowledge gave her strength. “You’re a vile man and if you touch me you’ll be sorry.” She spat at him.

  “Oh good, there’s that fight I wanted.” Aman said, shoving her legs open and pushing his hips against hers.

  Tani screamed, a scream so piercing even she was shocked by its strength. It tore through the night and straight to Flynn’s ears. “That’s Tani, we have to go now.” He said, pushing off the leader’s attempt to stop him.

  Aman heard the front door come crashing down and turned to look, giving Tani the opening she needed. Using all her strength she plunged the knife into his heart, then screamed as his body fell on her, his eyes open in shock. His blood rushed over her, warm and sticky, and she continued to scream until she had no breath left in her lungs and just lay there panting. It had all happened in a matter of minutes but it felt like hours to Tani, then finally Aman’s body was lifted off of her and she could breathe again.

  She closed her eyes, not caring who was there, only relieved that someone had found her. When she heard Flynn’s voice, her eyes flew open and she started to sob. “Oh my god. Are you hurt?” Flynn asked, his hands fluttering over he
r body, her clothes soaked in blood.

  “I’m okay, but I think I killed Aman.” She said, laughing now because she just couldn’t cry anymore.

  “It’s okay Tani, you did what you had to.” Flynn said, scooping her up in his arms, still worried that she was hurt.

  Tani’s laughter finally died away replaced by a feeling of numbness, her brain too flooded with emotion to function. “Take me out of here Flynn.” Was all she could say, as she began to tremble.

  Flynn pulled the robe he’d been wearing off over his head, “Let’s get you out of those clothes first.” He said, helping her remove her blood-soaked pants and shirt.

  He slipped the robe on over her head, it hung clear to the floor but she didn’t mind because it smelled like Flynn. Then he scooped her up in his arms and walked out of the horrible little house. “Get us out of here.” Flynn ordered. In only a few seconds, a car came speeding down the street and pulled up, the leader gestured to the car, Flynn loaded her in the back and they sped off.

  “Do you know where we’re going?” She heard Flynn ask as she buried her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

  Tani kept her head down the entire ride, afraid that if she opened her eyes the terrible images of what she’d just done would come. Before long, safely wrapped in Flynn’s arms, she fell asleep, her brain and body too tired to let her stay conscious now that the danger was over. She felt the car stop and Flynn lift her out, but she was too exhausted to open her eyes and see where they were, wherever it was she was sure that they were safe.

  When she opened her eyes the next time, it was to find Flynn sitting next to her in a room that looked much like the one she’d had as a child. He was dozing in a chair that he’d pulled up next to the bed, but when she stirred, he opened his eyes and smiled at her, one of those smiles that always stopped her heart. But this time it made tears come to her eyes and she was powerless to stop them.

  Flynn got into the bed with her, and pulled her into his arms. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asked, rubbing her back. “It might help to talk about it.”

  “I’m not crying about Aman. I’m crying because I thought I lost you.” She said, pulling back in his arms to cup his face, “When I saw that gun I was so afraid.”

  Flynn could remember all too clearly what it had felt like to watch Aman drag Tani away, “I thought I lost you too.” Flynn said but his emotions were just too big to control so he blurted out. “I love you and I couldn’t live without you.”

  “Oh, Flynn I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. I love you too.” Tani said, her tears now of joy and not fear.

  “I think I’ve loved you since the day you sprayed me with snow and ice up on the mountain.” He said, covering her face with kisses.

  “I didn’t know it then, but you’re the man I’m destined to be with. When I thought you were dead, I didn’t want to go on.” Tani said, sobbing as he kissed her face.

  Flynn grabbed her face, “But we’re both okay. Look at me Tani.” He said. Tani looked into Flynn’s eyes, the love she saw there mirroring her own. “We made it. The tomb is closed off, the video will air tomorrow morning and don’t even think of asking me for an annulment. I married you because I love you and I’m never letting you go.”

  Tani stifled a sob and began to laugh, “I wasn’t going to give you an annulment anyway.” She said, the laughter making it hard to talk. “Flynn, I want to go home, home to Colorado. I’ve had enough of Egypt.” She finally said when she’d stopped laughing, knowing that Egypt wasn’t completely behind her, but that they’d deal with the aftermath of what she’d done together.

  “Yes, I think it’s time that I took my Egyptian treasure home.” He said, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that felt both familiar and new to Tani, a kiss that was full of the promise of the happiness to come.

  The end

  Where The Heart Belongs

  What starts as a get away could be the thing that changes her life

  A breakaway cowboy romance, brought to you by Jenny Carter of BWWM Club. Includes a free bonus book.

  Whitney’s always been a 'good girl', doing what’s expected of her...

  … but that’s all about to change!

  She works in a boring, stable job that pays the bills, so is pretty happy for a break in routine.

  And that break comes when she and her workmates are sent to a ranch-themed team building holiday.

  It's there she meets the eccentric billionaire owner Jack, and does something no one would ever think she'd do:

  She jumps right into bed with him!

  Throughout the week, they spend all their spare time together, and are soon falling in love.

  But when she goes back to her normal life, she feels a sense of emptiness.

  No longer is she happy to be the good girl, trying to make everyone else happy, following all the rules.

  It’s her time to live.

  But can she really break free from a lifetime of habit?

  And will she and Jack be on the same page?

  Find out in this hot and newly wild romance by Jenny Carter of BWWM Club.

  Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes so steamy, you’ll be ready to ride! ;-)

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 1

  Whitney slumped in front of her desk. Already, a headache was forming, and she pressed fingers into her temples to squeeze out the pain. Her computer screen glared back at her with multiple tabs open, all depicting different styles of holidays. A few of her co-workers behind her were doing everything but work – which seemed to be the bane of the Creative Department branch of their Agency in general. Their chatter and noise often distracted her at the worst of moments, and when feeling especially stressed and pressured, made her want to snap back at them to shut up.

  The office environment, split into twenty individual desks with privacy barriers and a view out of the fifth-floor window onto a bustling street with muted sounds of traffic clogging the roads, gave a cramped, college classroom atmosphere. The whole thing reflected the very opposite of what Whitney thought helped encourage creativity, but since company policy banned personalization, nobody here had any choice in the layout and decorations.

  “Oh! Robinson!” Natalie Glenn, all gleaming teeth and immaculately manicured nails, placed her hand on the desk, forcing Whitney to lift her gaze and pay attention. The overpowering aroma of expensive perfume slapped her in the face.

  “Yes?” Whitney kept it pleasant, even though part of her wanted to strangle the living daylights out of the woman. Smart, efficient, glaringly beautiful – even when you got past the layers of make-up on her face – Natalie Glenn was the kind of woman magazines would paste on their front covers, with their big smiles and perfect hair, the kind girls would starve themselves thin to imitate. She represented the one everyone wanted to talk to in the office and went out of their way to impress and fawn over, or hold their breaths to avoid unnecessary drama.

  Natalie also treated other women, for some inconceivable reason, like shit.

  “How’s the hunting going? Because it looks like to me, you’re not working very hard at the moment. I’m sure you’ve had a long and busy few days, but the sooner you can find something within our department’s budget, the happier we all will be! This is an important task our boss has asked of you. I’m sure you’ll be fine, but if you think you need some help…” Natalie’s gaze trailed down Whitney’s dark-skinned arm, to the tufts of hair she kept tight in a bun.

  “I’m fine,” Whitney said, smiling through clenched teeth. All the implications were there. Hurry up, I don’t think you’re taking this seriously, and you’re useless. “This is one thing I’ll get organized, don’t you be sweating. You been disap
pointed yet?” There were other things she wanted to say as well, but antagonizing the executive of her department would be a sure-fire way to get her ass kicked out of the office, and left hunting for a new job.

  Which she couldn’t afford.

  “Of course not. The other holidays have been fantastic. Just checking, you know. Making sure your head is in the game!” in that cringe-worthy, peppy manner Natalie adopted with talking, as if stepping straight out the cast of Mean Girls. She gave Whitney a light pat on the shoulder, invading personal space, in that subtle, hateful way people like her did.

  Keep it together, Robinson. You ain’t got time to be fuming.

  “Be a moment.” Whitney pulled herself out of her chair, quickly glancing about the office. The other two black women tapped away fervently at their screens, ignoring everything else happening. Whitney pursed her lips. Tia and Gracie – though usually quite vocal, kept now mostly to themselves, creating minimal interactions and movement to avoid incurring Natalie’s wrath. Greg and Sandra were engaged in flirty conversation, with Martin coming back in to deliver them coffee. Natalie walked past them, disregarding the talk. There was the timid little white girl in the corner as well, Faith something-something, who most of the time acted as a mute. No one denied her talent, but she did seem off, with her awkward lack of socializing.

  The only thing they shared in common was their need for a job.

  Walking into the staff kitchen, Whitney fished for two aspirins out of her handbag, took a glass from the cupboard, filled it up then drained the tablet and water in one go. Sometimes she wished she could just flip her finger and storm out. However, her mother and father relied on the income Whitney earned. Her father couldn’t work because of an accident in construction damaging his spine some years back. Her mother needed to juggle a part-time cashier job with two small, crazy children and an ailing grandma, whom they couldn’t afford to place into care.

 

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