Phantom Lover. Rebecca York

she could also see that there was a short path that led along the rim of the pit and around a corner to some other section of the underground passage—a section that was hidden from view.

      He’d slipped away. He hadn’t brushed past her. So the only way he could have gone was in the other direction.

      The old Bonnie Brennan whispered that she would be a fool to follow him. He obviously knew his way around here, and she didn’t. The new persona she’d worked so hard to create shouted that she had no other options.

      It was clear Troy had sought her out because he was in trouble. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t want to—or couldn’t—give her any information.

      What if he’d changed his mind about trusting her and this was her only chance to get some answers from him?

      For a long moment she stood with her lower lip between her teeth, torn between safety and urgency. Yet deep down she silently acknowledged that one reason she’d come here was to test herself. To find out if she’d really changed from the timid woman of the past. To prove she wasn’t her old wimpy self, she took a step forward and then another, hugging the rock wall, staying as far as she could from the pit. Although it was only six or eight feet to the other side, the journey seemed endless. She breathed a little sigh as she came out onto a wider space again.