If someone jumps around this thread of mine...they could possibly read all of Victory Cove if they piece all the little snippets together!
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Megan gaped at the nightstand. The blaring device might as well have been an amplifier from Hell, a portal through which to communicate to the Devil. She started to shake, anxiety stabbing her heart with each strident peal. Jake moved to pick up the receiver, but her sudden cry froze him.
“No!”
If it was Gordon, the last thing Megan wanted was for him to realize that she was not alone. This was her battle to wage. She would not allow anything to happen to Jake.
Maybe Jake Grogan was a stranger. Maybe it was too fast—too strong, but there was no denying the effect he had on her. There was no denying the feelings she had for him. They were undeveloped, yet still wonderful feelings, which her cruel existence would have to nip before they ever developed.
All these thoughts raged in her mind before the third shrill ring of the phone. Uncooperative fingers launched for the receiver and hefted it to her ear. Megan did not offer a salutation, she just listened.
Silence.
Not the stagnant silence of a severed connection, or the monotonous vacuum of being placed on hold. This was a heavy stillness that spoke to her in evil whispers, wicked hints that someone was on the other end—listening.
Both hands gripped the receiver and Megan shook so much now that her legs failed her and she sank to the edge of the bed. There was no heavy breathing or anything so sinister and obvious, but she knew he was there. Also was gone the electrical hum she had distinguished on the past call. Did this mean he had altered his location? Was he closer? Was he outside?