Terror stalks Angel's nights as she waits to be abducted again. During the day she researches, and interviews other alien abductees. Into her waking nightmare steps a gorgeous stranger. Does he have the answers she's looking for? The answer is beyond her wildest imaginings, and could be either her salvation and a chance at true love, or her death.
Eyes bored into her back. She felt them burning twin holes there; it didnít take a rocket scientist to know the man still stood behind her.† Is he Tom, or is he one of the numerous government types with their trendy, yet nondescript clothes who follow me no matter how hard I try to conceal my identity? She found them worse than the visitors and just as tenacious.
Ever since her parents had been abducted and not returned, the government had taken a keen interest in her life. She did her research under an alias, but she felt fairly certain the government types had discovered that long ago. Still as long as they didnít interfere, she was willing to let bygones be bygones. Putting the bowl down Angel stole another look and saw the man had left. That could only mean one thing, he wasnít her contact, but one of the governmentís many peons.
Damn!† She didnít need this right now when she tried to do research. Where the hell is Tom?
I have to get out of here! The market might be public, but she didnít want to put her contact under the gun either. She turned and promptly ran into the man observing her.
"Excuse me.Ē She mumbled, trying to get around him. God heís big!
ďAre you Angel Whitedove?Ē