Her Mysterious Houseguest

Her Mysterious Houseguest
Jane Toombs

HE WAS TALL, DARK…AND TEMPTINGMysterious Mikel arrived out of nowhere. Rescued Rachel's elderly relative. Then stayed on at her remote Michigan farm to see her through the crisis. Yet with her haunted past, Rachel couldn't risk trusting anyone, least of all this elusive loner. For, despite Mikel's studied nonchalance, he certainly seemed a man on a mission….Mikel's probing questions, his penetrating gaze, warned Rachel to be wary. Still, his heart-stopping kindnesses, his breathtaking sensuality and his own hidden scars from some past betrayal called out to her soul. Though Mikel might expose her every secret, then soon be gone, Rachel ached to be honest with him…and she ached to be his.

“If I ask you about last night, will you be honest?”

Rachel tensed at Mikel’s question. “I shouldn’t have let that happen,” she finally said.

“Why? You enjoyed it as much as I did.”

She looked at him. “My reasons are my own. And private. There won’t be another such…occurrence.”

“Oh, won’t there?” Mikel growled. And he pulled her to him, his mouth coming down hard on hers.

Rachel’s first impulse to thrust him away vanished as heat rose in her to answer the passion in his kiss. Why did it have to be this man, of all men, who evoked such a deep, yearning need she didn’t dare satisfy?

If only this kiss could last forever. If only she had no past. If only things were different and there was a chance that Mikel…

But Rachel had used up all her “if onlys” long ago.

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Her Mysterious Houseguest

Jane Toombs

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Bror and Evy and their black barn

JANE TOOMBS

was born in California, raised in the upper peninsula of Michigan and has moved from New York to Nevada as a result of falling in love with the state and a Nevadan. Jane has five children, two stepchildren and seven grandchildren. Her interests include gardening, reading and knitting.

Contents

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

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

Though not heavy, the cold, persistent rain hadn’t let up since he’d crossed the Mackinac Bridge, entering Michigan’s Upper Peninsula from the lower one. Mikel Starzov grimaced. Great way to spend his two-month vacation—in the rain. And in the wilderness, besides, since towns had proved to be small and far between. Having been raised in and around New York City, he felt more at home in people places rather than places surrounded by trees.

Not that he regretted the promise he’d made to his colleague, Henderson, on his wedding day. He’d find Steve’s bride’s missing sister, just as he’d told both Victoria and Steve he would. He might not have expected the search to lead him into such a desolate area, but he meant to live up to his nickname at headquarters, where they called him “Nemesis” because he’d never failed to track down his quarry. This time would be no exception.

The picture he had of Renee Reynaud at thirteen showed a wiry, thin-faced, undeveloped girl with bright red hair, wary amber eyes and freckles. He’d had the computer expert at headquarters make him a composite of what she might look like now, fourteen years later, but the guy had cautioned him about possible variations since puberty tended to bring about impossible-to-predict changes.

If she was still alive, that is. Always a possibility she wasn’t. His hunch, though, told him she was still walking the earth. His hunches made him uneasy because he felt following them wasn’t professional. And, by damn, a special government agent needed to stay professional at all costs. Still, he and Steve both had survived a couple of times only because he’d paid attention to a hunch.

At the moment he’d better pay attention to where he was. The sign coming up read Ojibway, the village he was looking for. By the time he reached the town, the rain had diminished to a fine mist. Pulling into the first gas station he came to, he filled the tank before asking directions. Buy something and it makes people less suspicious of questions, he thought.

“Aino Saari’s?” the man at the inside counter repeated. “That’s easy. Just go down this here street till you come to the bridge on your left. Cross over the river and go a couple miles. Keep looking for a black barn to the left. Old Aino’s a joker. Some guy told him no farmer ever painted a barn black and so Aino goes and paints his black as the inside of a cow. Well, you find that barn and there you are.”

As he drove on, Mikel realized he’d actually never seen a black barn before, not anywhere he’d been. Saari’s would be a first. And, he hoped, the end of his search.

At the same time as the blue pickup ahead of him signaled for a left turn, he spotted the landmark barn and turned into the private driveway behind the pickup, stopping a short distance behind the truck. He watched the driver, an older man, open the door and climb down, coming alert when he saw the man stagger and clutch at the side of the truck. Drunk? Or in trouble? Not waiting to find out, Mikel leaped from his car and hurried to the pickup.

“Are you okay, sir?” he asked when he reached the gray-haired man, whose cap had fallen onto the wet ground.