THE BEST MANIN EVERY WAY
Watching his best friend marry the wrong man is Owen Stiless worst nightmareuntil he and the would-be bride are kidnapped. Someone wants Tara Bentley out of the picture, enough to frame her for the murder of her fiancé. All that stands between Tara and destruction is Campbell Cove security agent Owen.
Moments away from calling off her wedding, Taras life is turned upside down. Now the man shes always considered her best bud has transformed into some kind of sexy special agent. Owen is prepared to do anything to clear her name and secure her safety. But whos keeping her heart safe from him?
Campbell Cove Academy
You go without me, she said.
Owen looked at her as if shed lost her mind. I am not leaving you, he growled.
The sudden urge to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him caught her off guard. Shed set aside those nascent feelings of attraction to Owen a long time ago, valuing his loyal friendship far more than she valued any sort of sexual attraction she might feel toward him. To have it come back now, in this awful situation, was confounding.
Now! Owen growled, and he tugged her with him through the underbrush to their next bit of cover.
So far, she and Owen seemed to be staying ahead of the danger rustling around in the woods behind them.
But what would happen if they ran out of woods?
Fugitive Bride
Paula Graves
www.millsandboon.co.uk
PAULA GRAVES, an Alabama native, wrote her first book at the age of six. A voracious reader, Paula loves books that pair tantalizing mystery with compelling romance. When shes not reading or writing, she works as a creative director for a Birmingham advertising agency and spends time with her family and friends. Paula invites readers to visit her website, www.paulagraves.com.
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Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Introduction
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Extract
Extract
Copyright
Chapter One
The afternoon was perfect for a wedding, currently sunny and mild, with no hint of rain in the forecast until after the ceremony. Staring out the brides room window at the blooming dogwood trees that lined the church lawn, Tara Bentley had the urge to check her to-do list to see if achieve a perfect day was somewhere on the page.
Everything she had so meticulously planned had fallen into place with ease. Her dress fit perfectly. The white tulip bouquet brought out the delicate floral pattern of the lace in her veil. Her wavy hair had, for once, cooperated when the hairdresser straightened it and twisted it into a sleek chignon low at the back of her head, where the snowy veil provided a striking contrast. And she was ten minutes ahead of schedule, which gave Tara a few moments to simply breathe and think about what came next.
Robert. He came next. Robert James Mallory III, successful lawyer and all-around Mr. Perfect. Literally.
Two years ago, as her midtwenties suddenly became her almost-thirties, Tara had written out her list of perfect traits for a potential mate. It hadnt been a particularly long listshe might be hyperorganized and prone to overpreparing, but she wasnt a robot. People werent ever really perfect, so her list included only things that would be deal breakers.
Things like honesty. Hard work. Respect for her mind. Ambition. And, okay, a few bonus wishes, like a man who was good-looking, fit and amusing.
Three dates with Robert Mallory, and Tara knew shed met the man who ticked off every item on her checklist. Now she was less than an hour from marrying him.
Im so happy, she told the green-eyed woman who stared back at her in the full-length mirror by the vanity table.
Her reflection looked skeptical.
Dang it.
She turned away from the mirror and sat on the small vanity bench, taking care not to wrinkle her wedding dress. Without planning it, she snaked out her hand and snagged the cell phone lying next to her makeup bag. She gave the lock screen a quick swipe and hit the first number on her speed dial.
A familiar, growly voice answered on the second ring, his soft drawl as warm as a fuzzy blanket on a cold Kentucky night. Shouldnt you be practicing your vows?
Owen, am I making a mistake?
Owen Stiles was quiet for a second. When he spoke again, the lightness of his earlier tone had disappeared. Whats happened?
The serious tone of his voice made her stomach hurt. What was she doing, dragging poor Owen into her self-doubts? As if he hadnt already suffered half a lifetime of being her sounding board and shoulder to cry on.
Nothing. Forget I said anything. See you soon. She ended the call and set the phone on the vanity table again.
A few seconds later, the phone trilled, sliding sideways on the table with the vibration. Tara didnt even look at the display. She knew who it was. She picked up the phone. Owen, I told you its nothing.
If youre wondering if you made a mistake, its not nothing. Are you in the brides room?
Owen
His rumbly voice deepened. Ill be there in two minutes.
Owen, dont. Her voice rose in frustration. Please. Just stay where you are. Everything is fine.
There was a long pause before he spoke again. Are you sure?
Positive. Today is absolutely perfect. Beautiful weather, the sanctuary is gorgeous, my dress fits perfectly and Im marrying the most perfect man in the world. Nothing can possibly be wrong on a day like this. She stared at the bride in the vanity-table mirror, defiance glaring from her green eyes.
If youre sure. Owen didnt sound convinced.
Ill see you at the altar. She hung up the phone again and set it in front of her, her hand flattened against the display.
Nothing will go wrong, she said to the woman in the mirror.
The bride stared back at her, unconvinced.
It was just cold feet. Everybody got cold feet, right?
This was where having a mom around would have come in handy. Orphanhood sucked. Her mom had died when she was small, and her father had never remarried before his death three years ago. Not that Dale Bentley would have been much help on a day like today. Suck it up, soldier, she muttered aloud, mimicking her fathers gravelly growl. Make a decision and stick to it.
Man, she missed the old sergeant. Hed have known what to make of Robert. Hed have known whether or not Tara really loved the man or if she loved the idea of him instead.
That was the sticking point, wasnt it? She just wasnt sure she loved the man she was less than an hour away from marrying.
She pushed to her feet. What in the world was she doing getting married if she wasnt sure she loved the man? Had she lost her mind? Was she so addicted to her stupid lists that she trusted them over her own heart?
She had to tell Robert what she was feeling. Talk to him, let him try to talk her out of it. Then shed know, wouldnt she?
You already know, Tara. Listen to your gut.
Maybe she already knew, but either way, she had to tell Robert. And now, before it was too late.
She was halfway to the door when a knock sounded from the other side. She crossed to the door and leaned her ear close. Yes?
The voice from the other side was male and unfamiliar. Ms. Bentley? Theres a package outside we need you to sign for.
A package? Sent here, to the church? That was strange. Im not expecting anything.
I dont know, maam. Its just for you and it requires a signature. You want me to tell them to send it back?
No, she said quickly, curiosity overcoming her impatience. Maybe a distraction was just what she needed to get her head out of her navel for a few minutes. Robert would still be on the other end of the church with his groomsmen, so it wasnt like hed accidentally get a peek at her dress before the wedding, right?
Assuming there was even going to be a wedding...
Stop it. Just go see what the package is. One thing at a time.
She opened the door to a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki pants. Hi, she said, feeling a little sheepish as he took in her seed pearlstudded dress and tulle veil. Its my wedding day.
I see that. He nodded toward the door down the hall that led to the churchs parking lot. Out here.
She followed him down the hall and out the door, taking care as she crossed the threshold not to let the skirt of her dress get caught in the door closing behind her. Once her dress cleared the door, she started to turn her attention back to the deliveryman, but something dropped over her face suddenly, obscuring her view.
Instinctively sucking in a quick breath, she got a lungful of something sweet and cloying. Her lungs seemed to seize up in response, making it hard to take another breath. Fighting panic, she tried to lift her hands to push the offending material off her face. But thick, strong arms roped around her body, holding her arms in place. Her head began to swim, her throat closing off as she struggled for oxygen. She seemed to float into the air, which was impossible. Wasnt it? She wasnt floating. People didnt float.
Somewhere close by, she thought she heard a voice shouting her name. It sounded familiar, but her suddenly fuzzy brain couldnt make sense of what she was hearing. Then she heard a swift thump and the voice went silent.
There was a metallic clank and suddenly she wasnt floating anymore. She landed with a painful thud onto a hard, cold surface, unable to make sense of what was happening to her. The sweet, slightly medicinal smell permeated everything, seeping into her brain as if it were a sponge soaking up all those heady fumes.
Another thud shook the floor beneath her, and something solid and warm settled against her back. She struggled against the encroaching darkness, one lingering part of her acutely aware that something terribly wrong was happening to her. Today was supposed to be her wedding day, even if shed decided it was a wedding she didnt want.
She should be looking for Robert to tell him what shed decided. She had to let people know the wedding was off. She had to call the florists to take away the beautiful roses and tulips that festooned the sanctuary. She supposed she could let the reception go on as planned, feed everyone as an apology for her attack of cold feet.
She had too much to do to be sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness now spreading through her fuzzy brain. But within seconds, she could no longer remember what those things were.
Slowly, inexorably, darkness fell.
* * *
OWEN STILES WOKE to darkness and movement. He tried to lift his hands to the hard ache at the back of his head, but his arms wouldnt move. He was bound, he realized, animal panic rising in his throat. He forced it down, trying to remember what hed learned at Campbell Cove Academy.