GENRE: ROMANCE (ROMANTIC SUSPENSE)
Abby Foster’s hand drifted to her collarbone as she waited for the new prosecutor to explain his summons. No longer strewn with paper and empty Styrofoam cups, the office was as immaculate as the blonde man who sat across from her. Nearly three years ago she’d spent countless hours sitting in this same worn leather wing chair, but this afternoon, the uncluttered space felt like foreign territory.
And Dan Whitaker felt like the enemy.
Which was ridiculous. She had no idea what this meeting was about, but they were on the same side.
Her fingers found the place where the thin, raised scar hid under her bulky turtleneck. Determined to conceal the panic crawling up her throat, she set her hands on her lap and intertwined her fingers to anchor them. No amount of willpower could stop the sweat that seeped through her pores.
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything, Ms. Foster?” At Abby’s mute nod, the receptionist who had ushered her into the office closed the door on her way out.
On cue, Hollywood handsome Whitaker rounded his desk and posed on its polished edge. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Miss Foster, but we expect Cameron Faulkner’s appeal for a new trial to be granted.”
Abby’s heart seized. Her breath locked in her chest as an invisible vise clamped around her torso. She struggled to inhale enough air to respond. “How? I don’t understand. What appeal?”