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       He lifted one eyebrow. “Is that what you think this is all about? Protection? Securing a witness?”

      The pulse in her wrist ticked up several notches. Could he feel it? “I’m the only witness you have right now.”

      He chuckled in the back of his throat, and the low sound sent a line of tingles racing down to her toes.

      “The SFPD is not in the bodyguarding business. We’re not going to put you in the Witness Protection Program. Everything I’ve done for you has been off the books and off the clock.”

      She twisted her own napkin in her lap as she tilted her head back to take in his imposing figure. “Why’d you do it?”

      “Do you have to ask?”

      The Bridge

      Carol Ericson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      CAROL ERICSON lives with her husband and two sons in Southern California, home of state-of-the-art cosmetic surgery, wild freeway chases, palm trees bending in the Santa Ana winds and a million amazing stories. These stories, along with hordes of virile men and feisty women, clamor for release from Carol’s head. It makes for some interesting headaches until she sets them free to fulfill their destinies and her readers’ fantasies. To find out more about Carol, her books and her strange headaches, please visit her website, www.carolericson.com, “where romance flirts with danger.”

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      For Elise

       and childhood imaginations

       that run wild.

      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

       Chapter Sixteen

       Epilogue

       Endpages

       EXTRACT

      Chapter One

      He wanted to kill her.

      “Elise.”

      The whispered name floated along the fog, mingled with it, surrounded her.

      Her eyes ached with the effort of trying to peer through the milky white wisps that blanketed the San Francisco Bay shoreline, but if she couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see her.

      And she planned to keep it that way.

      A foghorn bellowed in the night, and she took advantage of the sound to make another move toward the waves lapping against the rocky shore. If she had to, she’d wriggle right into the frigid waters of the bay.

      She flattened herself against the sand, and the grains stuck to her lip gloss. It now seemed ages ago when she’d leaned over the brightly lit vanity at the club applying it.

      “Elise, come out, come out wherever you are.”

      His voice caused a new layer of goose bumps to form over the ones she already had from the cold, damp air. Her fingers curled around the scrubby plant to her right as if she could yank it out of the sand and use it as a weapon.

      If he caught her, she wouldn’t allow him to drag her back to his car. She’d fight and die here if she had to.

      The water splashed and her tormenter cursed. He must’ve stepped into the bay. And he didn’t like it.

      She drove her chin into the sand to prop up her head and peered into the wall of fog. The lights on the north tower of the Golden Gate Bridge winked at her. The occasional humming of a car crossing the bridge joined with the lapping of the water as the only sounds she could hear over the drumbeat of her heart.

      And his voice when he chose to speak, a harsh whisper, all traces of the refined English accent he’d affected outside the club gone.

      What a fool she’d been to trust him.

      Another footfall, too close for comfort. She held her breath. If he tripped over her, she’d have to run, find another place to hide in plain sight. Or at least it would be plain sight if the fog lifted.

      The damp cover made her feel as if they were the only two people in this hazy world where you couldn’t see your hand two inches in front of your face.

      Who would break first? The fog? Her? Or the maniac trying to kill her? Because she knew he wanted to kill her. She could hear the promise in his voice.

      “Elise?”

      She wanted to scream at him to stop using her name in those familiar tones—as if they were old friends. Instead of predator and prey.

      She didn’t scream. She pressed her lips together, and the sand worked its way into her mouth. She ground it between her teeth, anger shoving the