The Truth About Jane Doe. Linda Warren

office and laid a piece of paper on his desk.

      At the sight of her his pulse quickened. Her long hair was pulled back and held in place by a single red ribbon. Snug Wrangler’s hugged her long slim legs, and a red sleeveless shirt set off her slender tanned arms. A pink hue tinted her cheeks, either from the flush of excitement or just the reflection of her shirt. He couldn’t be sure. Whatever the reason, the effect was stunning.

      He tore his eyes away and picked up the paper, scanning it.

      “That’s a lab in Austin. Ryder Laboratories. Cliff Ryder is the director,” C.J. said.

      Matthew fingered the paper. “Exactly how are you acquainted with this lab?”