A Few Lines from Shattered Dreams by Janet Lane Walters
Few Lines from Shattered Dreams by Janet Lane Walters
Without a glance at the waiting patient, she strode to the counter. The aroma
strengthened. Hadn’t been her imagination. She turned her head and stared at the
man wearing the green cotton examining gown. She gripped the edge of the
counter. Blood rushed from her head.
“You’re dead.” The words slashed the silence. This couldn’t be happening.
The voice sounded like the one from her dreams. She opened her mouth to ask
where he’d been and what he’d been doing for the past twelve years. She sucked
in a shallow breath. Asking that question would only stir the emotions she had
“Don’t bail on me. Sit down.”
Her fingers had no feeling. Waves of darkness dimmed her vision. The edge of the
counter disappeared. Her knees buckled. Blackness engulfed her.
* * *
“Manon!” Rafe Marshall leaped from the examining table in time to catch her
before she hit the floor. He cradled her against his chest. “Didn’t mean to
scare you,” he whispered. Why did she think he was dead?He knew news of his
accident had been kept quiet because the police believed he’d been deliberately
forced off the road. Who had told her? Had the informant been the driver of the
dark car his rescuer had seen speeding from the scene?